The Sita barracks, the allied garrison, due to the tense situation, the peacekeeping forces of all countries are also concentrated here. Blue berets, strong eyes, shining bayonets, soldiers of different skin colors, the sound of gunfire came from afar, which always reminds people that they were in the war zone, not the rear camp.
The black eagle landed on the apron and jumped off the plane with a heavy fist. He pressed his hat in one hand to prevent the airflow from being blown away by the propeller while looking around.
"Where is the captain?" The machete followed from behind and asked.
"It should be in the combat room." Heavy fists continued to look around. Just when he was wondering why no one was receiving them, a black officer arrived.
After talking a few words with the other party, Chongquan said to everyone, "I'm going to go through the formalities, and Second Lieutenant Cohen will receive you." After saying that, he trotted into the duty room on one side.
The officer stood in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back, as straight as a strong pine tree: "Sirs, I'm Second Lieutenant Cohen. I welcome you on the orders of General Palmer. Welcome to Camp Sita, the largest peacekeeping force station in Monibia. Please hand over your weapons. The peacekeeping camp is very safe."
"No, we refuse." The giant provocatively stepped forward and looked down at the black officer. He was tall, more than half a head tall than the other party, and his face was full of murderousness.
"What's wrong with the giant? I'm a little irritable today." Fear asked the machete in a low voice.
"I don't know." Machete shook his head, "But it can be seen that his temperament seems to be not very good."
"This is the camp regulation, and you must obey it." The officer felt a little guilty, but his face was still surprisingly calm.
"I--say-no!" The giant lowered his head and said almost face to face.
Just when the opponent was about to collapse, he punched for him in the right time...
"Brothers..." Heavy punches appeared not far away. "The second lieutenant is right. We must hand over our weapons. This is the captain's order."
"Are you sure?" The giant stared at him and said.
"Of course, if you don't believe it, you can ask the captain." The heavy fist pointed back with his thumb, and the giant didn't figure out where he was pointing. Anyway, there were people everywhere, and he couldn't see the captain's shadow at all, but he knew that no one in the black blood had the courage to fake the captain's will.
"Well, it's up to you." The giant threw the machine gun into Captain Cohen's arms: "I'm optimistic."
The second lieutenant had no choice but to hand the machine gun to the soldiers behind him. After completing the complicated procedures, everyone stood on the edge of the apron with ease. The second lieutenant arranged for people to send the injured tree demons to the battlefield hospital and brought them into the camp. They were placed on the second floor and left in a hurry.
"Everyone, take a rest here first. I'll go to the captain." Chongquan said hello and went out.
"Aren't you doing it with Lao Mei? How to come to the peacekeeping barracks? Are we also going to maintain peace?" The giant leaned on the bed and pressed the iron bed with a rattling sound.
"Don't guess before the captain arrives." The machete put down his backpack and lay on the window to look out. He saw that the whole camp was full of patrolling soldiers, and all of them were loaded with live ammunition. "It seems that the situation is more tense than we expected."
"The city has become a mess." The gentleman held a telescope to observe the urban area. Although he could not see the specific situation clearly, the thick smoke over the city said everything. Where was someone fighting, and judging from the distribution of the smoke, the area of the battle was very wide.
"Look at the TV. It's better than what we guessed." The ghost turned on the TV. He was a TV controller. He was the most obsessed with TV among all black-blooded people. He spent most of his spare time in front of the TV. The Griffin said that he had been in the woods for too long as a child. He didn't have a chance to watch TV at the age. Now he had to make up for it.
"You can hear with your ears that the city has been completely messed up." The giant said while smoking a cigar.
"Does your 'ear' still work?" The empty rider opened his backpack to sort out his equipment, and did not forget to make fun of the giant's half-ear that had just been dropped.
The giant scolded in his hometown dialect, but immediately realized that he must not understand the little language he said, so he added in English: "Fuckyou."
"Dangdangdang..." Someone knocked on the door.
"Who!" The gambler went to open the door.
It turned out that black officers sent people to give them a lot of field rations and bottled drinking water for single soldiers.
"The U.S. military is so stingy. Let us eat this?" The gambler threw aside a bag of spicy noodles in his hand.
"That's good. It's not meal time now." The ghost turned out nuts and raisins as snacks while watching TV. "Look, the biggest warlord here, Sadiman, this guy really regards himself as president, and he came out to speak on TV, damn it..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone else's eyes were attracted. On TV, Sadiman was dressed in military uniform, wearing a beret, and his majestic figure was extremely powerful. A pair of cold eyes were full of cruelty and murder.
"...This kind of behavior by Western countries is a serious violation of Monibia's sovereignty and a rough interference in Monibia's internal affairs. As the commander-in-chief of the three armies of Monibia, I warn you not to try to take any rescue action, otherwise I will immediately order the execution of all hostages..."
Then a group of trembling hostages appeared on the TV screen, surrounded by a team of soldiers with live ammunition.
"Who does he think he is?" The gambler shook his head disdainfully, "I bet he is the president of himself."
"In this country of long-term civil war, all the presidents who used to be presidents were shot." Fear took off his military boots and relaxed his already woody feet, and a strong stench floated.
"Shit..." The gambler who was eating jumped up, and the others also began to protest loudly.
"Relax, relax." Fear lay on the single bed, pressing the bed with a groan.
In a burst of random curses, someone pushed open the door and said, "Warriors, the bathroom is at the end of the corridor on the right. If possible, please clean up the 'special' smell on your body."
The visitor was the black officer, Second Lieutenant Cohen. Several soldiers behind him brought a lot of clean combat uniforms without any signs, all of which were neatly folded.
Fear flipped through the combat suit and found that the name and size were marked on it. Only the captain and deputy captain could clearly remember everyone's size. It seemed that they had already made arrangements in this regard.
"Let's go and clean up." The machete stood up and said, "It's time to wash after running in the forest for two days."
The soldiers got up one after another and rushed into the bathroom to take a shower.
Back in the room, everyone threw away the dirty and tattered combat suits and tried on the new combat boots: "It's not bad; everyone, hurry up and rest. We still have a little time to sleep before the captain and the others come. Coming here shows that the peacekeeping forces need our help. The problem that even the army can't solve must be It's often tricky, so everyone should be prepared.
"Of course, we are mercenaries who specialize in gnawing hard bones." The gambler stretched out his waist and said.
"Sirs, I'm going to bed. Please be quiet." Fear began to protest.