"We are here to cooperate with you." Cross-legged and sitting on the sand was a tall and thin man with a big bearded man with a headscarf on his head and wearing a desert camouflage. This man could not tell the specific age, but he must be over thirty years old.

His thick beard could no longer see his appearance, but he even wore a pair of sunglasses, which made people unable to see his eyes. He bent his waist and sat cross-legged in front of Hou Dasheng. Behind him was a man standing or squatting, wearing desert camouflage like him.

These people have one thing in common, that is, you can't tell which force they belong to from weapons, and you can't tell from their clothes. But as soon as you open your mouth, their strong Slavic accent in English is still extremely serious.

The man looked at Hou Dasheng and said in a silence: "The above means that I have a lot of autonomy. But if my decision causes problems in cooperation with you, or causes huge losses to my people, I will be responsible."

"Simply put, it's just a thankless job." The man looked at Hou Dasheng and said, "You can call me Hongxiong, I know you are the chef."

Hou Dasheng smiled and it was more comfortable to deal with the people in the battle. He would report his bottom line to each other without procrastinating and tempting. What Hou Dasheng hated the most was actually dealing with businessmen, politicians, and intelligence outlets. None of these people was simple.

Or, there are only a few words in their mouths. You have to notice every word, every word, or even their tone and expression. Do you know if these bastards will just dig a hole for you, making you feel that they are just showing 10% of the facts that are 100%.

Even if they tell you 90% of the facts, as long as they hide the most critical 10%, you often have to swallow it. By the time you react, it is basically too late. You can only bite the bullet and jump into the pit that others have dug.

Hou Dasheng looked back at the hunting dog. Now he was the only one who needed to use the hunting dog. The others were all assigned to do certain things by him...

"According to our intelligence, there are about 4,000 troops in the city now. Most of the equipment is Soviet-made AK-47, Chinese-made 81-1, and a small number of American-made M16." But the hunting dog took a copy of the briefing in his hand to the Red Bear: "In addition, they have hundreds of Chinese-made 40 fires, RPG-7, and about one hundred machine guns..."

After a pause, the Hound continued: "There are about four to five elite combat teams in the city, and they occupy several commanding heights in the city. Some of them are scattered, and we do not have them for their specific situations. We just know their existence, and maybe their number will be more than we know. This is their defense map..."

Hongxiong lowered his head and flipped through the documents in his hand without saying a word. Hou Dasheng kept quiet and waited for his next article. After reading the information in a few seconds, Hongxiong did not speak immediately. Instead, he continued to remain silent. Hou Dasheng was not in a hurry.

At this time, a jackal brought two cups of coffee. There was no way there was a very good cup here. The one I brought were two steel camouflage cups. The coffee inside was pretty good, after all, one of the specialties here was coffee.

"What are your plans?" Hongxiong was silent for a while before speaking to Hou Dasheng: "Don't count on us if you attack directly. We are here to fight, but not to die. If we attack strongly, our role will be stronger than ordinary troops."

But Hongxiong spread her legs and looked at Hou Dasheng calmly and said, "No artillery fire, no missiles, and no air support. Just rely on us to attack a city defended by more than 4,000 troops. Even if we know the defense map, what can we do?! I don't think it is wise to do this."

Hou Dasheng smiled a little, and he had no objection to Hongxiong's statement. Indeed, directly attacking was a death-seeking act. Hou Dasheng never thought that with the hundreds of jackals in his hands, the city guarded by more than 4,000 people.

Even if the people from Hongxiong and others are added, the same is true. If you take a step back, what if you take a chance?! Killing ten thousand enemies will lose 8,000. Every time you add one, it will be difficult to die. If you lose half of your manpower here, even if you catch it, it will be a failure.

There are also the troops hidden in the dark in the city. Who are they? Who are they affiliated with? What weapons and equipment do they have? How capable are they?... etc., etc., and they are all blank. Fighting with more than 4,000 troops of Abdul, and then being picked up by others. Hou Dasheng is absolutely unwilling to do this kind of thing.

"Of course we won't do direct attack." Hou Dasheng looked at Hongxiong and whispered: "I'm not a lunatic. I'm not so arrogant that I think I can do this city with the little force in our hands."

Hongxiong didn't say anything, just looked at Hou Dasheng waiting for him. Of course, he couldn't tell on his face, but he was muttering in his heart: The cook of the jackal is not a lunatic?! Many people probably cannot agree with this. Although Hongxiong didn't know all the battles that Hou Dasheng had participated in, he still knew some of them.

More importantly, as a mercenary group that has existed for many years, the jackals will have more or less involved battles that have participated in. People like them can take madmen with madmen, do you say he is not a madman?! It’s nonsense! Obviously, he is the most arrogant madman. Otherwise, he will not be the leader of these madmen.

But Hongxiong would not say this. This is the core area of ​​the jackal. There are hundreds of jackals squatting around. They really make these madmen angry. If they are waiting for others, they will end up dead without a burial place. If it is okay, Hongxiong would not consider provoking Hou Dasheng and jackals.

Of course, if he wanted to use him and his people as cannon fodder for this, he would definitely not accept it.

"I'm contacting some people. I can't tell you anything before I get their specific information." But Hou Dasheng smiled and said, "I can only tell you that if you succeed, someone will lead us."

After a pause, Hou Dasheng looked at Hongxiong and said seriously: "However, our purpose this time is not just this city. What's more important is the teams inside. Try to capture them alive, and if they don't work, they will be killed. As long as one is captured alive, I can give you an additional 50,000 US dollars. You know that this number is quite high."

Hou Dasheng's words made Hongxiong's breathing become a little heavy.

"There is no choice if you beat me to death. Of course, you can bring the corpse to me, and I can give you ten thousand in total." Hou Dasheng said with a smile: "Don't worry, I never break my promise in this regard."
Chapter completed!