Tonikov leaned against the edge of the door, staring at Bancroft who was diagonally across the door. He was holding an RPK in one hand, loaded with drums, and was kneeling and shooting at the stairs coming up.

The face of the "world famous painting Mona Lisa's Smile" hanging on the wall was maimed by bullet holes.

There was a rebel running very fast in front of him, his head was exposed, and he was swept away like a watermelon, exploding like a watermelon, and rolled down the stairs heavily.

The rebels were startled and started talking loudly in slang.

Then after a while of silence, several smoking grenades were thrown in a parabola.

Bancroft turned around and leaned against the wall. In this corner, it would be difficult for the exploded debris to fly 90 degrees, so it was relatively safe.

Tonikov wanted to take advantage of this gap to maintain firepower, but as soon as he put the gun out, his pupils suddenly widened, and he saw his chest sucking in, and he shouted, "RPG!!!"

"call out…"

The whistling sound of the tail wing was very harsh in this narrow space.

Tonikov threw himself into the room. Gao Jun grabbed his head and pushed him back a few meters. He raised his head and was horrified to see rockets flying past the corridor door, seemingly saying hello.

A few seconds later, after hitting the wall, there was a huge explosion, and the entire corridor suddenly became much cooler.

Transparent!

The rebels took advantage of this moment to kill them directly. Gao Jun glared at the opponent. The opponent was also startled and hurriedly turned the gun. Boris, who was standing on the bed, made a move and directly

Beat the opponent to death.

"Bancroft! Suppressive fire!" Tonikov shouted.

Gao Jun suddenly realized that they should be equipped with radios, otherwise they would basically rely on shouting to communicate. This is a characteristic unique to African troops.

The American who heard his roar shook his head, clutched his chest, and sweated in pain. The shock wave of this rocket was quite severe. According to his experience, his ribs were either broken or cracked.

Just when he was about to get up, he heard rapid gunshots behind him. Yevgeny was shooting with a submachine gun, his mouth half open, like Rambo, shooting as he walked.

Four or five rebels in the corridor were killed on the spot. He stood at the door and said, "Tony, we have to occupy the firepower point and wait for support here. Will the government troops definitely come after hearing the news? There are still rebels down there!"

Tonikov looked around, pushed a table into the corridor, walked forward about four or five meters, placed it across the middle, and when he ran back with his body bent, he signaled that Bancroft's machine gun was there.

It was set up three meters behind. As long as someone came up, they would be blocked. If they didn't push away, they would be a target!

On the battlefield, people have to use their brains flexibly.

The era of relying solely on personal force to dominate the battlefield is rarely possible anymore. In this kind of local war, weapons and team combat literacy are even more reflected.

Rambo?

Can you find anyone similar to him in American history?

But you will find a way, and so will the rebels. They found that the firepower in the corridor was very fierce, so they threw a few Molotov cocktails into it, and the entire corridor was ignited at once. The pungent stench was a bit overwhelming.

"Damn! Can a black dog use his brain?" Gao Jun covered his nose, took off his shirt, tore it into several pieces, then took some water and handed it to Tonikov.

But there are not enough people. You can’t take off your underwear, right?

"Wear a gas mask when you go out from now on!" Gao Jun yelled at Boris, pointing at his head, "Remember to remind me!" He then tore off his suit pants worth hundreds of dollars.

Boris stared.

"What are you looking at?"

"Boss, your SpongeBob head is a bit big!"

"Fuck you!"

Gao Jun cursed and tore the suit pants hard, but the quality was really good. In desperation, he had no choice but to use a lighter to tear open a seam, and then pulled hard before tearing them apart.

Gao Jun wore a pair of trousers on his face and opened all the windows.

At most, this incendiary bomb will create some smoke and trouble, but if it wants to cause death, it is still close to death.

There is nothing combustible in the corridor.

Do you think everyone is a "combustion booster" for the planting industry?

Only a few corpses smelled of burning.

Gao Jun looked at his watch and looked anxious, "Where are the government troops? The support hasn't come yet?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard fierce gunshots coming from outside the window!

Boris trotted over, squatted in the corner and looked outside, and saw government troops in military uniforms driving armored vehicles and shooting at the rebels.

"Sir, support is coming!"

Gao Jun approached and saw the rebels below fleeing. He raised his head, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the anti-aircraft machine gun on the armored vehicle coming over.

The 30-centimeter-thick wall was almost penetrated. He was so frightened that he sat on the ground, the hairs on his back stood up, and his scalp was numb.

"Don't look up." Boris quickly stretched out his hand and said.

What do government troops mean? Do you think they really maintain peace? They maintain their own rule, and bullets don’t have long eyes. If the rebels storm into the official residence and kill the president, they are the official.

What do you think?

This is Africa!

The government troops quickly drove away the rebels and reoccupied the hotel. The rebel flag that had been erected in the middle was quickly put down again, and the official flag of Senegal was put up again.

A group of heavily armed members of the Senegalese Special Response Team walked up the steps holding M16 assault rifles.

"Yuri, American, American (fake passport)" Gao Jun shouted loudly, holding his passport and throwing it away. The people on the other side opened it and looked at it, signaling them in English to put down their weapons.

“The official language of Senegal is French, but basically all government officials can speak English, and many people who have gone to school can speak English.

In fact, the selection requirements for special forces are very high. For example, the GRU Special Operations Group requires you to have a university diploma, be between 22 and 28 years old, and be proficient in two foreign languages. In addition to your native language, after that,

Only then can they enter the pre-selected group, and then undergo physical training and technical and tactical training.

African Special Forces…

It’s also very impressive.

At least people don't need to wear makeup at all in the dark. As long as they don't smile, it's hard to spot them.

Of course, this is a discriminatory joke.

e's selection process is sometimes called the "Ultimate Challenge" and is considered one of the most difficult Special Forces selection courses in the world. As their motto explains: We fear nothing but God, and in Border War,

The first man killed in action, and the last man killed in the border war, were both from the 1st Reconnaissance Regiment.

There are also the Algerian Special Intervention Group, the Tunisian Army Special Forces, the Nigerian Armed Forces Special Forces... many of them have actual combat experience.

And the results are outstanding.

Of course, occasionally a few hostages die, which is within the standard of death.

Gao Jun raised his hand obediently.

He was not confused. Could he also fight with the government troops?

Then Senegal is where he is buried.

Three special soldiers came over and pushed him against the wall. Gao Jun shouted, "Be gentle, I want to see your commander!"

When they saw the RPK machine gun on the ground, their eyes twitched. These people's weapons were very powerful.

I also saw a rocket launcher dropped on the ground.

Feeling that this was no ordinary group of Americans, he quickly ordered someone to "escort" them down. Of course, the weapons were temporarily seized.

When he came out of the hotel, Gao Jun couldn't help but take a breath of air.

It's full of gunpowder particles.

"Damn it, the air here is not fresh at all. When I finish my work, I will go to Mauritius for vacation!" Gao Jun muttered.

The soldier behind him lightly hit his shoulder blade with the butt of his rifle, and yelled at him not to speak.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Lincoln also served as a legal advisor to the underworld.

"Sir!" A soldier ran towards the armored vehicle, saluted a lieutenant colonel, then pointed at Gao Jun and muttered a lot.

The lieutenant colonel turned his head, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked like he was planning to usurp the throne. He held Gao Jun's passport in his hand, opened it and looked at it, "Nicholas Yuri?"

"Yes, sir."

"What are you doing in Dakar?"

"Coming to do business, I'm a businessman."

"A businessman with a light machine gun?" The lieutenant colonel was not very satisfied with his answer.

"What I sell are light machine guns. Those are my goods. It should be normal for me to carry them, right?"

The lieutenant colonel felt teased, frowned, and said in disgust, "Another war vulture!"

"No, no, no, I am legal. I also have business dealings with the US government. I have a good reputation. I will not sell weapons to children under the age of 16." Gao Jun said firmly.

A 16-year-old boy can't afford it.

What if you can afford it?
To be continued...