Battlefield Contractor
Chapter 4796: Witty disguise
"We have passed through District 61 safely, and we will continue to move towards the northwest of the city. It is expected that we will withdraw from the northwest of the city within two to three hours.
How is your situation there? sausage. "Lin Rui contacted Sausage who was still in Area 61 via radio.
"I'm okay boss, thank you for your concern. How about boss, this time I live up to expectations?" Sausage chuckled, "A series of explosions upset the enemy's front command."
"Don't be happy too early, only when you really withdraw will you be done.
By the way, just after we withdrew from Area 61, the enemy forces have blocked the entire 61 Area and strengthened the search. Don't forget what you promised me. Lin Rui said in a low voice.
"I know that I will bring my brothers and myself back alive." Sausage nodded.
After hanging up the phone, the smile on Sausage's face began to disappear.
The enemy's blockade was too fast, and he and his three mercenaries had no time to withdraw.
Some buildings along the street have been searched by enemy forces. Some local people cannot stop the fierce militants from breaking into their homes and searching wantonly.
Sausage and several of his brothers all understand that they may not hold on for long. The enemy will soon expand the search area to this area.
Those mercenaries all sat on the ground in silence, regaining their strength, while filling their spare magazines with bullets.
Sausage looked at them and smiled, "Don't be so nervous, I promised the boss, I will take you back alive. I won't break my promise."
"Captain, the enemy is very close." The mercenary whispered. "We are all people who have been at O2 for more than three years and know how to deal with this situation.
The big deal is desperate, and I can assure you that they won't catch me alive. "
"It's not the time to work hard, listen, just now we installed two bombs on our way here. So now we still have a chance." Sausage looked at these mercenaries in a low voice.
"Captain, I know you are an explosive expert. I'm afraid I can't deal with so many enemies with two bombs." One of the mercenaries whispered.
Sausage nodded silently, "You are right, but I set up these two bombs not to kill all the enemy forces, but to save our lives at a critical moment."
"Two bombs can save our lives?" Another mercenary looked at him strangely.
"At some critical moments, one bomb is enough, let alone two." Sausage smiled. "Listen to me now. Collect all the weapons and ammunition. We have to hide all these things."
"The captain enemy is coming soon, but we want to hide the weapon?" The mercenaries were quite puzzled.
"Yes, now you have to pretend to be civilians. Do you know why I picked you guys to act with me before?
Because you are all Arabs, don't get me wrong, I am not racist. It's because you can easily pretend to be civilians. "Sausage nodded to them.
The Western Saharans are one of the Arab nations in Africa, and the mercenaries selected by Sausage are all Arabs, and he deliberately selected some mercenaries with darker skin. This makes these mercenaries almost the same as the locals in appearance.
"Leave all weapons with me." Sausage took a large bag and asked the mercenaries to put all their weapons in the pocket.
"Don't hide everyone, including guns, bullets, grenades, and even pistols and cold weapons. Give me even the body armor. I need each of you to be as defenseless as I am." Sausage commanded the mercenaries to release. Armed on the body. Then he found a wardrobe in the abandoned house, and found some old clothes and headscarves from it for the mercenaries to put on.
After wrapping the robe and headscarf. Sausage and these mercenaries looked no different from ordinary local residents.
Sausage hid weapons, ammunition and clothing in a hidden sewer. After closing the lid of the sewer, it was not visible at all, and no one knew what was hidden here.
After doing all this, Sausage found a blanket and spread it on the ground. Several people all knelt on the ground, chanting Arabic scriptures and praying sincerely.
About ten minutes later, the search team broke into the abandoned building where they were. A group of armed militants ordered them to stand up, all standing against the wall.
"Don't move, raise your hands above your head." A secret agency search team raised a gun and shouted loudly.
Sausage raised his hands obediently, and several other mercenaries followed suit. Several people stood by the wall resolutely, allowing these people to search.
The search team found nothing, just about to leave.
Eichendorf came in, he glanced around and suddenly said. "Wait a little longer and let them put their hands down."
The secret society militants used guns to force Sausage and others to put down their hands, Sausage obediently followed suit, and then bowed their heads.
Eichendorf stepped up and grabbed his hand. "Look at these hands, they are full of calluses. Such calluses can only be formed with a gun. I think you are not very old, but you have held a gun for at least ten years, right?"
Sausage's heart was almost jumping to his throat, but he still controlled his emotions forcibly, and looked at the other person in fear, explaining in Arabic.
"He said that he used to work as a mercenary in Libya, and later worked as a private security guard in Mali. He went home because he couldn't get along." A secret agency militant helped him translate.
"No, I can understand Arabic." Eichendorf waved his hand coldly. Then he asked the sausage in Arabic, "Who are you among them?"
"Cousins, the two of them live in the southern suburbs, and one of them is my cousin. They have been fighting in the last few days and their house was destroyed by shelling.
So they brought people to me, and their family members are in the homes of other relatives. Sir, how long will this battle take? "Sausage asked helplessly.
"This also makes sense, but I am a little surprised that since this is your home. Why is it so dirty and messy? Even the gates are broken. It looks like no one has lived in it for a long time." The husband touched the ash on the table with his hand, "If there is such a thick ash, if there are people living in it, it shouldn't be there?"
"I just said that we live in the south of the city. This is my father's house. We had to escape because of the war yesterday.
It has indeed been a long time since no one has come here. Not only have the gates been smashed, but even the home has been looted long ago. How many of our brothers don’t even know where the next dinner is?
Sir, do you need people? As long as we can manage meals and have a salary, let us do anything.
Several of our brothers are still young and strong, and they all shoot. We can help you work and even fight..." Sausage whispered.