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Chapter 1338 Hydra in Action (First update, please subscribe)
It was a jungle night. There were no stars in the sky, nor a trace of moonlight. There was only the darkness of central Africa. The dark rainforest enveloped a group of scattered black soldiers.

Most of the soldiers in the dark were sleeping on the ground. It must be said that these black soldiers might not be good soldiers, but they must be able to endure hardships, or they had long been accustomed to this kind of life.

Half a month ago, these soldiers, led by Lieutenant Colonel Kadu, withdrew into the rainforest. Although the capital of Katanga had been occupied and the president had fled, they were still fighting.

In the rainforest, in the dark night... Actually, they are waiting here.

"We will be launching a counterattack soon!"

Lieutenant Colonel Kadu once said this to everyone.

As for when to counterattack, no one knew. Half a month ago, accompanied by the bombing of the UN forces and the rumble of artillery from the north, the soldiers on the front line finally collapsed. The soldiers threw down their guns and ran into the jungle where they could hide.

Only their unit still retained its structure, and it also attracted many fleeing soldiers.

Although they are in the rainforest, they are not short of supplies. Nearby farms will send them supplies, and sometimes even helicopters will fly over to deliver supplies.

Just then, the darkness was broken by the roar of a helicopter.

All the black soldiers in the rain forest looked up in astonishment, and soon they saw several helicopters flying in from the sky.

A listless voice called out from the darkness:

"Leave them alone! They are not UN troops."

Soon, the helicopter pilot determined his position and landed on the empty rainforest grassland.

As soon as the plane stopped, a group of African soldiers surrounded it. This group of soldiers was a dark group, with their backs to the dark palm forest. There was a red dot flickering there, indicating that someone was smoking a cigar.

The white man who got off the plane had never seen the man, but he knew that there was such a man. Even in the dark, with only the dim light of a few cigarettes, he could recognize the man he wanted to see and finally saw.

The white man in camouflage combat uniform had no cap on, so he didn't salute, but just nodded slightly. He had never nodded to a black man like this before.

"I am Captain Randolph Cliff."

He spoke in English with a South African accent.

Andre Cardo nodded in response, and as he nodded, his thick black beard brushed the front of his striped camouflage uniform.

"It's dangerous to fly on a night like this, Captain,"

He said coldly,
"It's a little late to bring in more supplies."

Since he led his troops into the rain forest, all supplies were provided by the white captain in front of him.

"Lieutenant Colonel, I'm not here to deliver supplies, I'm here to offer help!"

It was not until this time that Cardo noticed that there was a group of soldiers sitting in the six helicopters. Although their faces were painted with black camouflage, he could still tell that these guys were not black.

They are all... mercenaries!
The moment he saw them, a smile broke out on Kadu's face, and his dark face was full of hope!
Yes, that’s right, hope!
As long as we see those mercenaries, there is hope. As for the local black soldiers, they are simply vulnerable.

"What's your plan?"

At this time, a tall and strong man jumped out of the helicopter. Like the others, he was also wearing green jungle camouflage uniform from head to toe and a tactical vest.

This tactical vest, which was created during World War II, can be used not only as an ammunition carrier, but can also be inserted with two ceramic bulletproof plates. Cardo also used this thing when he was at NBC.

The man was wearing jungle boots with his trouser legs tucked into the boots. A water bottle and a long hunting knife were hung on his belt. He was holding an AR15 assault rifle in his hand. When he walked down, he shouted in Chinese.

"Kadoo, do you remember me?"

The familiar voice made Kadu's eyes light up, and he said in surprise:
"Instructor, you, you are here..."

The person who came was none other than his instructor at the training school, or rather one of his instructors. The one with grease paint on his face said:

"Yes, I am here, along with some other friends. We will help you take back Katanga. However, the first thing we have to do now is to destroy their air force!"

Destroy the air force?

There was doubt in Kadu's eyes, and he even turned around to look at the helicopter behind him... It was just a helicopter.

"Leave it to us, Kadu. Wait until we destroy the planes at the airport, then we'll start the counterattack!"

Then the instructor walked up to him, stared at him and said:
"Soon, you will liberate and retake all of Katanga!"

"Yes, instructor, but how are we supposed to destroy their airport? There are thousands of UN troops stationed there!"

...The rainforest shrouded in darkness was quiet. Suddenly, some slight sounds were heard, and then a dark shadow appeared here. He stopped and observed for a while, then made a gesture to the back. Soon, behind him, a team of soldiers moved forward cautiously.

In this way, they moved carefully all the way. After dozens of minutes, an airport appeared in front of them. Kolwezi Airport was an airport left by the Belgians. It once belonged to Katanga. At the beginning of the year, the United Nations forces destroyed the planes on the airport through a surprise attack, and then occupied the airport and used the airport as a forward base.

Subsequently, the armies of India, Sweden, Ethiopia and other countries launched a fierce attack on Elizabethville, the capital of Katanga. During this period, the "Canberra" bombers of the United Nations forces carried out bombings many times, and it was those bombers that destroyed everyone's will.

After arriving at the edge of the rainforest, the commandos lay on the ground and observed the airport. Wu Dingyuan, with half of his body exposed, observed the planes in the airport through a telescope.

"Eight Canberra, six Saab-29 fighters... the main air force of the United Nations force is here."

As he talked to himself, he smiled a little, stared at the airport, glanced at his watch, and said:

"Okay, now!"

As he finished speaking, the firepower calibration officer who was carrying a small radio on his back was also startled and immediately used the radio to contact the rear:
"coordinate……"

At the same time, the accompanying commandos set up automatic grenade machine guns. Although this weapon is not large, it is a devastating weapon. A single burst of fire can wipe out an entire squad! In the conflict on the right bank of the Mekong River, it once dealt a nearly devastating blow to the North Vietnamese Army.

However, today their target was not the Vietnamese soldiers all over the mountains, but the planes at the airport.

When the grenadiers aimed at the planes on the airport, several 120mm mortars three or four kilometers behind were ready to fire.

At 120:16 in the morning, four mm mortars opened fire at the same time, and the -kilogram shells whistled through the night sky and hit the airport. At this time, the United Nations troops and the Congolese army were mostly asleep at the airport. When the soldiers on duty heard the whistling sound, they had not yet reacted, and the violent explosion tore through the silence of the midnight.

In the fierce bombardment, only one shell landed near the plane, causing serious damage to it, while the others fell far away on the runway or apron.

"Adjust the position..."

The calibrator immediately reported the new coordinates.

A few seconds later, the gunner in the rear fired again.

There was no calibration firing, just continuous firing. In order to achieve the fastest firing speed, three people loaded ammunition at the same time and fired dozens of shells in a very short time.

At this time, the airport was already a sea of ​​fire - unlike the mortars in the distance, the approaching grenade machine guns directly aimed at the apron and fired a barrage of shots. When the semi-armor-piercing shells hit the bomber, they directly blew a hole the size of a table in the plane. The violent explosion ignited the fuel in the fuel tank, causing an even more violent explosion.

At the airport where flames were blazing, the awakened UN troops hurriedly ran out of tents and barracks, shouting as they ran.

"Attack, attack..."

Just where was the attack?

Before they could figure out where the enemy was, a whistling sound was heard overhead.

"Mortar..."

Kades, who was from Sweden and had fought on the Eastern Front as a volunteer, shouted at the familiar voice.

When he was lying down, the shells had already fallen. The violent explosion directly blew a group of Indian soldiers into the sky. One shell even accurately hit a Canberra bomber. In order to save trouble, those Indians filled the fuel tanks with fuel. In the violent explosion, not only was the bomber blown to pieces, but tons of fuel were scattered into the sky like water and turned into rain, but the rain was burning. The fuel not only lit up the airport, but also ignited two nearby bombers. While the aluminum skin of the bombers was ignited, what was even more terrifying was the soldiers who were ignited. They turned into firemen, struggling and screaming in the sea of ​​fire.

The shells overhead did not stop. They fell like raindrops, covering the entire airport. Planes and bombers were set on fire one after another like torches.

In the burning torches, you can also see that these soldiers who are running are constantly being blown into the sky.

Their bodies were torn to pieces like children's toys.

The people caught in the bombardment were almost powerless except to scream. Even though some Swedish soldiers wanted to resist, before they could organize their troops, they were dispersed by the Congolese soldiers running back and forth. The Congolese people were screaming in despair.

As for those Indian soldiers, no one knew where they had gone. It was as if they had disappeared.

"Where is the enemy?"

Compared to this question, for Cardes, what he cares about now is another question: Who are these people? Where do they come from?
These questions are asked because neither the accurate and heavy artillery fire nor the suddenness of the attack could have been caused by Africans.

Must be a mercenary.

"Damn it! It must be those mercenaries. They must have hired a lot more mercenaries."

But his cursing could not solve any problems. After the attack, all the planes in the airport turned into scrap metal. At this time, the disappeared Indian soldiers appeared. They even launched a raid on the rainforest, as if they were telling others in this way, look, we are also doing things.

However, they had just entered the rain forest for a short time. Accompanied by several explosions, they retreated in a hurry. Although Guo Yongbing, who attacked the airport, retreated, they had planted mines in the rain forest. Those anti-infantry mines, including directional mines, brought extremely heavy casualties to the Indian soldiers who entered the rain forest.

They might have survived the night attack, but they did not escape the trap set by the mercenaries in the rainforest, which was not just an ambush.

(End of this chapter)