Staring at several black gunmen holding SVD sniper rifles, Gu Weisu's tone was as cold as ice that had never appeared on the African continent: "Tell me, how are you fighting?"

After looking at each other for a few moments, the tallest black gunman responded stutteringly: "We... didn't hit..."

Even without looking at the black gunman who was stammering and answering, Gu Weisu blinked into a blink of an eye and looked at Kuman, the youngest of the five gunmen: "Kuman, do you say?!"

He looked up timidly at Gu Weisu. Kuman hesitated for a while before he lowered his head and replied in a low voice: "I forgot to calculate the wind direction and wind speed..."

He strode to Kuman, and Gu Weisu almost pressed against Kuman's head and shouted coldly: "Did you forget it or didn't count at all?"

He didn't dare to look up at Gu Weisu. After hesitating for a moment, Kuman whispered: "It's not done correctly... I don't remember the calculation formula, so are they..."

Frowning his eyebrows, he looked at several other black gunmen holding SVD sniper rifles. Gu Weisu opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Among all the black gunmen gathered in the new settlement, there were not many black people who could speak English or French, and those who had received regular basic education were rare. Even if they chose the tallest ones among the short guys, Gu Weisu only found seven or eight candidate snipers who were quite good at shooting skills, and could barely know the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division operation methods.

After a period of theoretical knowledge and practical gun training, the gunmen who could barely grab guns and targets on the shooting range were just like Gu Weisu's previous expectations, with five people left. Because time did not wait for anyone, Gu Weisu could only grit his teeth and let these subordinates who were almost not even elite gunmen go into battle. On the battlefield with choice and suppression ability, they should use practical combat to temper these snipers so that they can take shape as soon as possible.

The result was not as expected by Gu Weisu. Several gunmen who were in sniper missions rushed to fight were completely out of order. They either forgot the key points of action when they were hidden or moved, or they were in a forgot to shoot when they were shooting, or even pulled the trigger in a very hasty manner. If Gu Weisu had not always used a communicator to point out which targets several snipers should attack, or even intimidate and suppress them personally at critical moments, they would probably have freed up their hands to counterattack these rookies!

After glanced at the gunmen standing in front of him again, Gu Weisu sighed helplessly: "Each of them is looking for their adjacent sniper positions, I'll tell you again..."

In contrast to Gu Weisu's cold face, Bao Lei squatted beside several firing bullet thunder pits in the middle of the road with a smile on his face, pointing to one of the pits that were blown out by the bullet thunder, and said to the dozen or so old children around him: "Look at this - who did this?"

Among the dozen or a half-year-old children surrounded Bao Lei, a black boy with particularly bright eyes hurriedly raised his right hand: "It's me! Is there a reward?"

He took out a piece of big white rabbit milk candy that had been softened by the hot temperature from the item bag on his waist. Bao Lei raised his hand and threw the candy to the big-eyed boy with a look of expectation: "Good job! Use three small stones to fix the outer edge of the bullet thunder, and at the same time, a simple weight limit device was installed on the pressure valve device to ensure that the bullet thunder will not be pressed due to the width of the tire when the vehicle was crushed. I have told you this idea, but it is used on the mine. Now I only see one?"

Watching his companions chewing candy, several other black teenagers jumped up: "I did that too!"

"Master, I did this too! I remember what you taught..."

"And I..."

He smiled and took out a handful of candy from the item bag and distributed it to the black boys. Bao Lei stretched out his index finger with a little doting, and scraped the bridge of the high nose of the black boy who called his master: "You don't learn seriously, Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan, you can learn those things quickly - I want to call me master, you...... Let's go away! Who did those low-level thunders, do you do it?"

He swallowed the candy in his mouth reluctantly, and the big-eyed black boy raised his hand again: "I! Is there any reward?"

With a big smile, he threw out a handful of candy again, Bao Lei stood up with a smile: "Tell me what you thought of? Have I never taught this?"

She laughed a little proudly, and the big-eyed black boy took out a strand of long hair from his pocket like a treasure: "I used a thin rope to cover the rabbit. Such rope covers must be attached to the ground and cannot be triggered by those strong beasts. Such rope covers can be used to detonate mines, which are easy to be discovered. So I used these ropes made of hair, and after dyeing sand and dust, even the best hunters could not see it. But as long as I climbed over the rope covers such as the ground, or brushed the soles of my feet, I could detonate the mines I buried..."

Listening to the half-grown children surrounding Bao Lei, screaming excitedly and telling Bao Lei about his experience of burying landmines. Pan Guan, who led Abdu and some other black gunmen from hunting tribes, sighed helplessly and muttered in Chinese: "Is this training of professional soldiers or kindergarten classes..."

Standing beside Pan Guan, Tang Guoming glanced at the black teenagers who were cheering and screaming, and also whispered in Chinese: "Just a forced matter - the situation on Dagong has been confirmed?"

Pan Guan nodded: "No one ran away! After the tire was pinned by a triangle, the mercenaries in the two cars were very smart and threw out their weapons as soon as possible. Now Dagong is taking the other people to escort the prisoners back, and all the scattered ammunition has been collected, which can basically come in handy. Boss, are we going to open this?"

Looking at the black gunmen surrounding him, Tang Guoming whispered: "We have no time! If the transfer base is completely built, we will fall into an extremely passive situation. Now this kind of harassing and fighting style that integrates training and combat is the only way we can use. And it looks... good results?"

With an agreement, Pan Guan looked at the huge hole that ran across the road and responded with emotion: "Sometimes I really don't know how people's talent skills are allocated? Just these guys are unhappy in their serious work, and studying and learning skills are not enough to be considered a person who can be very clear at all, but their language talent, especially the talent of learning Chinese, is really good. It hasn't been long since we didn't teach it deliberately, but Abdu and the hunting tribe can basically speak simple Chinese. I guess in a few months, they can speak fluent Chinese?"

He looked at Abdu with a smile, and Tang Guoming said with a smile: "Not only are the language talented, but they learn very quickly by using the weak to fight against the strong, and using the poor to fight against the rich! With this trap in front of us, we just roughly pointed out, and they can fully understand it. They can be considered good apprentices."

He shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, Pan Guan also responded with a smile: "It's hard to say that the weak fights the strong, but the poor fights the rich... They have been poor for dozens of lives, and they have dealt countless times by people from all countries who have traveled to Africa to get benefits. If you want to do this rogue tactic, they are really the ancestors!"
Chapter completed!