Tactical vest, bulletproof ceramic insert, finally checked the gun and wiped it. Five magazines, one bullet bag with one hundred rounds, five m68 grenades, two broad swords, and a multi-function carrying bag containing all kinds of things that Hou Dasheng himself summarized. Fishing lines, big tacks, powdered Yunnan Baiyao and insurance...etc.

After preparing three days of field rations, he filled the water bag embedded in the tactical vest. Hou Dasheng put on a Geely suit, and finally tested the headphones and turned off the satellite phone.

"We really don't need to go with you?" Fat Gou looked at Hou Dasheng with some concern and said, "It sounds very good to take the head of the enemy general among the thousands of troops. But few of them succeed. Even if the Namibian troops are a little bit miserable, the danger you face will not decrease."

Hou Dasheng grinned and lowered his head and whispered: "To be honest, I haven't made any progress for a long time. Especially in sniping, so I was wondering if I got too little stimulation?! I want to try to put some pressure on myself, but the general pressure can no longer stimulate me..."

The fat dog's eyes became complicated when he listened to Hou Dasheng's words. The crane came over with his arms in his arms and looked at Hou Dasheng silently. Looking at their eyes, Hou Dasheng was stunned for a moment and then looked at himself: "Buds, what's wrong?! Is there anything wrong with me?"

"Cook, we don't want to see you become a complete war animal. But unfortunately..." The crane smiled bitterly: "You have become a war animal like us after all. You are used to war now. You have even started to enjoy war. This is not a good phenomenon..."

When Hou Dasheng heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Then he fell into silence. He lowered his head and said without saying a word. After a long time, he slowly stood up and said softly: "I didn't expect that I would have this day. What you said is. I am indeed starting to enjoy the war now, the bloody stimulation and the feeling of life and death for a moment."

"But I'm not a war animal." Hou Dacheng paused and whispered to the fat dog and the crane: "When I do any job, I will try to enjoy my own work. Only then can I do my job well. For example, as a chef, I will enjoy the cooking process."

As he said that, Hou Dasheng stood up and carried the gun on his back and whispered: "It's also a mercenary. It's also a job for me. I have to enjoy my own job to do it well. I think so. I do it the same. When I am no longer a mercenary, I will enjoy my life as a chef."

After saying that, Hou Dasheng walked out of the bunker and quickly disappeared into the jungle. Marvel was at the door, looking at Hou Dasheng's disappearing figure with complicated eyes. He actually wanted to say that Hou Dasheng was seeking death. However, Marvel, who had just been rescued by Hou Dasheng and the others, knew that he was not qualified to say these words.

"Don't worry too much. He has done such things many times. The difference is that he has faced a little more enemies this time." Fat Dog seemed to see what Marvel was thinking, walked to him and patted his shoulder and said, "But as long as he is in the jungle, he will always have a way to survive. Even if he doesn't kill the other party's commander."

After a pause, the fat dog said to Marvel: "What we need to worry about now is how to deal with the next attack of the Namibians. I don't think they will not send planes to air strike next time. They who have already tasted the sweetness will not stop."

"There are only one heavy machine gun left, and there are ten RPGs. There are six M79s. There are quite a few ammunitions, and there are three bases of bullets. There are eighty RPGs and sixty grenades..." Marvel said with a wry smile: "Now, there are less than two hundred people in the entire battalion who can continue to fight. I am not sure how long it can be blocked."

Fat Dog stroked his forehead helplessly and sighed: "There are less than 30 people left in our mine protection team now, plus you are at most just over 200. There is still a base of ammunition left, but we still have more than ten broad swords and some grenades. Then it's gone."

As they said that, several people looked at each other and saw the helplessness in the other's eyes. Until now, the battle seemed to be over, except to kill the other's commander. They don't know how many casualties the Namibian army on the opposite side were killed or injured, but they certainly did not reach the point of being hurt.

The other party also had the assistance of a machine gun company and air support. The fat dog felt that it was difficult to win this battle. Because Rwanda had no artillery, Namibia put the command center very close to the front line. The other party must have the protection force of the command center.

Unless you can take it down in one go, carrying out a beheading operation on someone's command is equivalent to seeking death. The other party drags you down, and then the front line's troops retreat part of it is enough to surround your squad and swallow it all.

"For thirty-six hours, there is hope if you can hold on. If you can't hold on, you will be completely finished." The crane came over at some point and shrugged, "We still have some 107s and some c4s. Use them all to see if we can withstand it."

At this time, Hou Dasheng was walking in the jungle with a huff. He needed to bypass the front line and accurately find the other party's command center. Confirm the location of the Namibian command system before he could find an opportunity to snipe.

But Hou Dasheng now doesn't even know where the other party's command center is, what the commander looks like, and what his name is. Everything is unknown, and this is the biggest challenge. The density of the jungle is not high, so Hou Dasheng carefully passed through the jungle of the Namibian frontline position and touched them behind.

But he did not go straight through, because he didn't know where the other party's command was located. Hou Dasheng chose to observe their personnel movements at the edge of the jungle where he could slightly observe the contact between the other party's front and back positions. Soon, Hou Dasheng touched the other party's second-tier position.

Since the Rwandan army has never brought out artillery, the opponent's second-tier position is not far from the first-tier position. It is less than two kilometers away, but the defense of the second-tier position is obviously much tighter. Hou Dasheng observed it and carefully walked around the side.

But after walking less than a hundred meters, he crawled directly onto the ground. After a few dozen seconds, a team slowly approached his hiding place. This should be a routine patrol team, with five people in total. He patrolled around the jungle around the camp and left.

After they left, Hou Dasheng raised his head slightly and observed it carefully. After confirming that there was no patrol team, he slowly stood up. It seemed that he could not move normally during the day and his vision was too good. This could easily expose himself to the other party's sight.

Hou Dasheng chose to slowly avoid the areas where it is easily exposed, and touched the back of a small mound. He found a huge rock to shelter from the wind, found the plants and trees in the distance to build a small hidden place. Then he shrank in, and he rested quietly in the hidden place, waiting for the evening before taking action.

Hou Dasheng has now developed a resting method that closes his eyes and takes a breath, but maintains a vigilant way. Hou Dasheng will not enter a deep sleep state, but can give enough rest to the mind and body functions. When Hou Dasheng opens his eyes again, it is already evening.

Take out a pack of field dry food from the pocket of the tactical vest and tear it open it. Hou Dasheng put the field dry food into his mouth and chewed it. He only drank a little bit of the water in the water bag. Keep his mouth moist, but he will not drink a lot of water according to his physical needs.

After adjusting for a while, Hou Dasheng took out his night vision gauge and put it on. Then he touched the second-tier position of the Namibian army in his memory. The patrol still had it, but Hou Dasheng could easily see their movements, but they could not see Hou Dasheng at all.

Many people don’t know one thing: on the African continent, most ordinary people will suffer from night blindness due to malnutrition. Simply put, a large number of them cannot see anything clearly without the support of the light at night.

Hou Dasheng knew this very well. So he grasped the weakness of these Namibian soldiers and chose to act at night. Namibia had just escaped from the civil war. Even though there were still many malnourished people in the army. Hou Dasheng, who was wearing a night vision device, could easily see any of their movements.

After easily avoiding two patrol teams, Hou Dasheng had slowly approached the second-tier position in Namibia. He needed to observe the whereabouts of the soldiers and determine the location of the other party's command. Since many soldiers were night blind, piles of fires had to burn on the Namibian position.

This made Hou Dasheng, who was wearing a night vision device, easily observe their dynamics on the position. Since the second-tier position is not as nervous as the first-tier position, many soldiers are in a relaxed state. Most of them are just lazily beside the fire, talking and laughing.

After looking at the situation on the position, Hou Dasheng began to look for effective targets. It is actually very simple to distinguish effective targets. Just see a cross-pistol. Ordinary soldiers are wearing a K-car, and better ones will be equipped with grenades or RPG launchers.

But those who carry pistols must be commanding or civilians. Those people are the targets that Hou Dasheng needs to capture. Their whereabouts will tell Hou Dasheng’s Namibian command center where it is.
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