In the Zankebi Mountains, the forces in Sudan are competing for the Baha Oilfield. The Baha Oilfield is the largest oilfield in Sudan, with an estimated underground storage capacity of more than 80 million tons. Because it is located at the junction, it is often the fuse of the war.

The rebel forces in the south have never been as powerful as those in North Sudan. However, because they have recently received support from some other right-wing countries, they once felt that they were superior to North Sudan. Although the two sides often had wars and frictions, they had clear regulations on each other.

There is absolutely no firepower to be affected thirty kilometers away from the Baha Oilfield. The reason is very simple. Sudan does not have an oil industrial system and they will not build oil extraction fields. If artillery fire attacks the Baha Oilfield, they will not be able to rebuild with their current industry.

This creates a funny pattern, like two big men fighting and grabbing the ice cone from a child in the middle. When these two people were pinching to death, they could not hurt the child, so each war usually does not last more than two months.

Jiang Cheng was fifty kilometers outside the main station area of ​​Baha, and there were artillery fire everywhere. Occasionally, he saw one or two burnt corpses on the road, which was not surprising at all. Jiang Cheng happened to use the equipment he bought in Utus, which was equipped with light machine guns and pistols.

Shulei Jiang Cheng also brought it, but two Tulei Jiang Cheng dismantled it and made it into explosive detonators used for oilfield mining. That thing is only suitable for positional combat, not suitable for carrying combat. Imagine that he had bullets and guns on his hands, Jiang Cheng couldn't help but tremble.

He has been retired for so many years, and Jiang Cheng has not been on the battlefield for a long time since he touched his gun. But in his heart, the passionate blood of a soldier is still burning like a flame. The war is flying and the sound of cannons is coming, as if he has brought Jiang Cheng to the era of serving in an instant.

"His grandma's, the mall is like a battlefield. I'm really entering the battlefield now." Jiang Cheng complained with a wry smile, and a pistol bullet was loaded. This soldier must practice every day. If he lacks practice, he will not be accurate. In this case, Jiang Cheng's combat effectiveness is greatly reduced.

Dada, a dense sound of machine gun fire suddenly came from the front. Jiang Cheng immediately found a bunker and observed the situation around him vigilantly. This place is less than fifty kilometers away from the main war zone, and it is covered by the forces of the Northern War Zone of Sudan. However, the rebel forces had already captured this side yesterday afternoon, and Jiang Cheng didn't know.

"Damn it, take this group of people away. These people are the enemy's technicians. We must take them back to our superiors to interrogate them." A tall nigger soldier said to several comrades next to him. Their dress was strange, all of them were white clothes, and they were accompanied by an AK47.

Although the Sudans looked similar, they could still clearly recognize that these people were different from the Southern Jiangsu Legion. The Southern Jiangsu Legion had neat military uniforms, uniformly equipped with green commanders and red hats. These people looked like an army surrounded by chaos.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes and observed quietly. If it were just a battle between the two armies, Jiang Cheng would never intervene. Judging from his remaining combat power now, it would be no problem to shuttle freely in this war zone. After all, the training was not in vain, and not touching a gun for a few years would not weaken Jiang Cheng's reconnaissance ability.

"Three on the left, seven on the right, and there is a transportation truck behind. It seems that there are many people in the rebel army." Jiang Cheng secretly recorded the information in his heart. These rebel soldiers in northern Jiangsu looked unorganized and did not look like a little formation.

Jiang Cheng looked at them and captured a large number of prisoners, but they were all refugees from the Xenkori area. It was so sad to find Chen Rongguang's location among these people. What should we do now? Jiang Cheng shrank his eyebrows and had a headache.

If Chen Rongguang was not dead yet, would it appear there? This question really stumped Jiang Cheng. Who can expect anyone to save his life in such a war center? Jiang Cheng not only prays that Chen Rongguang is not dead, but also prays that he can find this guy.

"How can I know where this guy is?" Jiang Cheng thought about it carefully, and suddenly a flash of inspiration in his mind was found, and there was an answer: "It is not easy to find chickens in a group of chickens, but it is much easier to find geese in chickens!" Jiang Cheng thought of this and immediately observed the direction of the evacuation of the rebels.

Obviously, these rebels are catching a large number of living people. If Chen Rongguang is not dead, there is a high probability that he will be captured in the camp of the rebel forces. As long as he follows the rebels, Jiang Cheng will be able to discover Chen Rongguang, but the degree of danger that he has to track them is too high.

This time, the strength of the rebel army invested in northern Sudan was 80 regiments. A team of 150 people was calculated, and it was a army of 12,000 people. If you want to bring people out under such a guard, even if you have 100 Jiang Cheng, you may not be able to do it.

Jiang Cheng sighed helplessly. He had to give up this action. Although Jiang Cheng was a top special operations team member, he could not blindly lose his life. He was able to travel freely in the enemy-occupied area, which did not mean that he could recover Chen Guangrong from the hands of 12,000 people.

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly saw this scene. In a dilapidated refugee house, three rebel soldiers suddenly started to shout. At this time, four or five people walked out of the refugee house, and the four or five people shouted loudly: "Don't shoot, don't shoot..."

Jiang Cheng frowned and said in his heart: "Mandarin?" After a serious look, four or five Asians came out. One of them was short and fat, and he was very imaginative as An Qingdong described. Jiang Cheng thought to himself: "Is this person Chen Guangrong?"

I have to say that Jiang Cheng was very lucky. On the first day of the war, Chen Guangrong hid in the Baha Oilfield with the troops in southern Sudan. Because the Baha Oilfield, as an important crude oil production base, is not allowed to shoot inside, so it is temporarily safe to hide in.

But after a few days of fighting, the main war zone of the Baha Oilfield was completely lost. Chen Guangrong and several representatives of the group who were traveling with him had to risk their lives to hide from the Baha Oilfield. However, unexpectedly, he was caught up by the strength of the rebels after running less than 20 kilometers.

In order to cut off the rear of a few people, the soldiers sold their lives in the rear. While the night was hazy, Chen Guangrong followed his friends for a day and a night before he rested at this dilapidated refugee house. But just before dawn, the search team of the rebel army had already arrived here.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot, we have money, we don't want to die. As long as we don't kill us, we can give you anything." The short and fat man among the five was Chen Guangrong. Chen Guangrong raised his hands and looked at these niggers in fear. At this time, he had been running for a day and a night, and both mental and physical strength had reached their limits.

These nigger soldiers had never seen the Chinese, but instead showed a joking expression. One of them came up and stepped on Chen Guangrong's shoulder with his feet, and smiled and said, "Who are you? What are you doing?" Chen Guangrong looked confused. Before he came to Sudan, there was a translator, but when the explosion broke out, he killed the translator. Now no one in this group can speak English at all.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot. I'll give you everything, I'll give you everything..." Chen Guangrong shouted in panic. The four representatives on the side were scared to pee, and no one dared to speak. At this time, the nigger soldier suddenly sneered and asked his comrades to go to the car to get something.

After waiting for a while, I saw a nigger soldier carrying a bucket of gasoline. As soon as I came over, I immediately poured Chen Guangrong's head without saying a word! Chen Guangrong was so scared that he ran around, but the few nigger soldiers next to him immediately kicked Chen Guangrong back into the gasoline with their feet!

"Oh my God, what are they going to do? Are they going to burn Mr. Chen to death?" The other four representatives raised their heads and were shocked to see this scene. These nigger soldiers actually wanted to burn Chen Guangrong to death in front of them? Are these things done by humans?

"It's more, it's more! I'll just ignite it all at once and watch the fireworks." The nigger soldiers shouted vigorously, directing another person to pour oil hard. Theirs were an army organized by a mob, and they had no conscience. In the war, they were used to abuse prisoners of war, including cruel killing.

To be precise, these people are not worthy of being a soldier at all. They are just a group of beasts holding guns. Killing someone so cruelly has even lost the basic bottom line of being a human being. Chen Guangrong was beaten to the ground by the nigger soldiers, unable to move, and his body was covered with gasoline.

At this time, several soldiers suddenly retreated a little, and two or three of them began to light cigarettes and talked about something to each other, with their faces very relaxed. They didn't seem to be about to kill someone, but instead did something lightly, and their hateful faces were disgusting.

"Mr. Chen...Mr. Chen..." The four representatives looked at Chen Guangrong in the gasoline and called him to leave hard, but no one dared to take the initiative to go up and pull Chen Guangrong away, because behind them, two niggers were aiming their heads with guns at their heads. Just move a little to ensure that their heads bloom!

At this moment, Jiang Cheng, who had been hiding behind the bunker, finally could not wait any longer. He walked out of the bunker, made a standard half-squat position, held the M5 horizontally in front of him, and pointed the muzzle at the head of a nigger soldier twelve meters away.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to start a killing attack." Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, his eyes instantly becoming cold and sharp...
Chapter completed!