Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 323 Isad's Big Toy

Isad set out with his men early in the morning.

Today, he has a new toy, his SA-9 missile.

This made Isad, who was sitting in the SUV, feel a little dizzy.

Because he knew that among all the armed factions in the Sahel region, no one had the SA-9, and he was the first to obtain this air defense weapon.

He knew it was the Americans' work.

But deep down he hated the Americans.

After all, the Salafi organization is one of the resistance groups in Irigaray.

But Isad had his own plans.

Why not use the power of Americans to strengthen ourselves?

As for ideology and religion, they are all pretexts.

Just as he himself drank alcohol, that was also against the doctrine.

What does it mean?

Isn't everything about profit these days?

Today's destination is Afines, a major city in eastern Mali.

There was a battalion of government troops stationed there, as well as a French detachment of about two platoons.

In the past, Isad would not dare to provoke the French troops here.

It was not that they were afraid of the government troops in that battalion and the two platoons of Frenchmen, but that there was an air force base of the French troops deployed in West Africa in Tarsau, Niger, about 300 kilometers away from Afines.

Once an exchange of fire breaks out in Affines, the French Air Force at Talsau Airport will take off the Mirage 2000 attack aircraft parked there and carry out a ground-clearing attack on the attacking area.

Previously, other armed forces attacked Afines without knowing the consequences and were almost wiped out. The French taught them a lesson with two Mirage 2000s.

But today is different.

With SA-9 in hand, the world is mine.

Asad likes to go out in the early morning and launch attacks in the early morning.

After all, if we fight at night, we will not have an advantage because of the presence of the French army.

All their personnel are equipped with night vision goggles, and they will suffer losses if they fight at night.

The morning is different.

They set out in the early morning, entered the designated attack position at around five o'clock, and then launched the attack at daybreak.

Not only was the visibility good, but the government troops and the French were still asleep, making it a good time to attack.

It was early morning outside Afines. The sun had not yet risen, and the sky was a light blue with a faint golden edge.

This place is different from northern Mali, where there are many deserts and water shortages. Afines is next to the Tilemshi River Valley, where water resources are relatively abundant. There are large grasslands and forests in the suburbs, making it very convenient for covert approach.

In the heavy fog in the suburbs, groups of Salafi-armed soldiers crouched and approached the town silently like hunting beasts.

In the dense forest, the sound of birdsong rose and fell, like a natural symphony, which drowned out the rustling of weeds and plants caused by soldiers bumping into them.
Just outside the town, next to a small village, two women carried water jars on their heads and walked towards the well at the entrance of the village. Here, women are the main laborers. Men either join armed organizations or stay at home doing nothing. Hardworking men are as rare as three-legged toads.

The two women walked through the woods to the well and placed the water jars on the ground. They took out their ropes, tied a small bucket to it, and threw it into the well.

The well mouth here is very small, which means the bucket cannot be too big, so it takes several times to fill a water jar.

Just as the two were concentrating on fetching water, several Salafi-armed soldiers slowly emerged from the woods behind them.

When the woman discovered it, it was too late. Several guns were pointed at the two men.

"Get down! If you dare to scream, I'll kill you!"

The leader had a fierce look in his eyes and warned the two men fiercely.

He walked under the tree, parted the grass and looked into the distance.

The village is outside the town, and there is a government army patrol deployed in the village. They are responsible for patrolling the outskirts of the town.

The Salafi spies had already known this information. The Salafi soldiers were quite organized, their backbone being veterans from Afghanistan and Ilgau. The combat effectiveness of the soldiers trained by them was far superior to that of the local black men.

To enter the town, you must first defeat the patrol in this small village.

"Colonel, we have reached the village entrance."

"Reached?"

Isad's voice came from the intercom.

"Wait there first. The artillery responsible for attacking the town has not arrived yet."

The artillery he was referring to were the mortars in his own hands.

Now, his artillerymen are entering the artillery positions, building pits there and preparing to set up the guns.

After some urging, the six mortars on the artillery side were finally set up.

After receiving the report, Isad immediately ordered his men who were lying in ambush outside the village: "When you hear the sound of artillery, charge into the village immediately. Kill everyone without leaving a single one behind!"

What he meant by leaving no one behind of course included the villagers.

Not only does Assad want the government troops inside to die, he also wants the villagers to pay the price.

They actually dared to allow government soldiers to set up an outpost in the village. If they don't make an example of them to scare the monkeys, anyone who dares to assist the government army in deployment in the future will be disadvantageous to themselves.

Pass--

There was a roar from the artillery position.

Mortar shells streaked through the early morning sky and fell towards the town with a slight whistling sound.

A moment later, a loud explosion was heard in the town.

boom--

A column of black smoke rose up, quickly polluting the blue sky like a ghostly painting.

"Fuck me!"

The leader who was lying in ambush outside the village took the lead and waved his hand, waving his pistol in a circle and pointing it at all the minions.

"I will kill anyone who dares to run back!"

"Kill!"

A group of armed Salafi henchmen charged forward armed with automatic rifles of various origins and models.

A pickup truck rushed over quickly and parked at the entrance of the village. The DShK heavy machine gun on the truck bed fired indiscriminately at the houses in the village.

Screams rang out one after another, and the killing broke the tranquility here.

Salafi-armed soldiers rushed into the village and threw a volley of peanuts to anyone who could run.

Poor patrol soldiers of the government army.

The sentries on duty were quickly beaten into a hornet's nest, and the soldiers sleeping in the room hurriedly put on their clothes and tried to rush out, but as soon as they went out, they were beaten to a pulp.

The government soldiers who were still behind and had not left the house suddenly collapsed.

They were not brave warriors to begin with, they just joined the government army for a salary.

Now that they were suddenly caught off guard, they had lost the will to resist and climbed out the window and the back door, fleeing into the town.

The barracks in the town were now in complete chaos. Two lucky mortar shells had completely blown one of the barracks apart. The soldiers still sleeping inside had seen God in their dreams. Those who were not dead or injured were howling like ghosts, shouting and rushing out of the barracks, running around the camp like headless flies...

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)