I was convicted of war crimes for farming in Africa?

Without warning, the bald man held a gun in one hand, pointing the dark muzzle at Chen Jun and his group, and said something in a local dialect.

Everyone in the path quickly made way, no one wanting to be shot by an accidental discharge.

The farm workers who had been shouting so enthusiastically just moments before suddenly found their throats choked shut when they saw the gun barrel; they couldn't utter a single word.

At this moment, the entire basement prison is plunged into a bizarre case.

No one dared to even breathe loudly.

Chen Jun and Liang Jian didn't want to suffer an undeserved disaster, and they couldn't understand what the bald man was saying, so they instinctively wanted to move to the side to avoid the gun barrel.

Before they could make a move, two of the bald man's men emerged from behind and strode towards them.

With a path cleared by the gun barrels, the two men easily approached Chen Jun and Liang Jian, and without saying a word, pointed their guns at them.

"You, you, and all of you, get out."

As the soldier on the right spoke, he pointed with his finger, marking Chen Jun, Liang Jian, and several people from the farm.

Although Chen Jun and the others couldn't understand what he was saying, his actions were so obvious that anyone who wasn't stupid could see what he meant.

The employees who were shouting so enthusiastically just now are now silenced with a gun pointed at their heads.

His face was ashen, and he was trembling all over.

Chen Jun and Liang Jian exchanged a glance. They had no choice but to bow their heads when they were under someone else's roof. They could only sigh helplessly and walk outside first.

Faced with this perilous journey, the five employees had no choice but to grit their teeth and follow behind.

At this moment, all five of them were filled with regret. If they hadn't made a sound, they wouldn't have attracted the bald man's attention and wouldn't have been forced out at gunpoint.

Emerging from the dimly lit basement, I was immediately met with the scorching, blinding sun.

Unaccustomed to the bright light, Chen Jun squinted, instinctively shielding his eyes with his hand, and quickly surveyed his surroundings to see if he could find an opportunity to escape.

Through brief observation, it was discovered that Chen Jun's observational skills had improved significantly.

If there was only one before, there are now at least five.

The reason for such a big change was immediately related to the system's reward, which must be closely related to the mastery of the infiltration tactics behind enemy lines that he had acquired.

After all, to successfully carry out an infiltration operation behind enemy lines, a variety of capabilities must be combined.

Intelligence reconnaissance technology is indispensable in this!

"Hmm? This movement..."

Liang Jian, a retired reconnaissance veteran, was stunned for two seconds when he saw Chen Jun's professional peripheral vision observation, wondering how Chen Jun knew these things.

Production soldiers are mainly responsible for feeding pigs and growing vegetables; they wouldn't teach such professional reconnaissance techniques.

Since it wasn't convenient to ask about their current situation, Liang Jian had to suppress his curiosity for the time being and began to secretly observe his surroundings as well.

In any situation, the more information you obtain, the more advantageous it will always be.

When they were arrested, it was still dark, and with so many people crammed into the car, there was no time to look outside. They were herded into the basement prison like ducks.

It's already bright outside now, and everything around us is clearly visible.

Chen Jun's reconnaissance ability has been greatly improved. In just a few seconds of observation, he has learned a lot of very useful information.

This must be a town belonging to some tribe, which is now heavily armed.

Not only can you see people wearing green scarves walking around with guns on the streets at any time, and armed pickup trucks whizzing by, but you can also see people with guns going in and out of one- or two-story houses made of earth and red brick on both sides.

Most of these soldiers were dressed in civilian clothes, with only a very small number wearing camouflage uniforms.

Chen Jun was certain that they were local armed forces.

Looking around, all you could see were their people; there were at least several hundred, if not a thousand. Trying to escape from here was simply a pipe dream.

Chen Jun and Liang Jian didn't want to die here in vain, so even though their hands and feet weren't tied, they didn't dare to run away.

He honestly gave up the idea of ​​running away.

A dozen meters from the exit of the basement prison, there was a pickup truck with a dilapidated exterior and peeling paint, but a heavy machine gun was mounted in the back.

There were two other vehicles in front of the pickup truck: a large truck and a convertible.

After Chen Jun and his group of five were taken to a large truck, the armed soldier mumbled a long string of words in English. Although Chen Jun couldn't understand them, he still knew what he was saying.

They climbed onto the rusty, dilapidated truck, which had a mileage estimated at one million kilometers.

The five employees were trembling with fear the whole way, their faces turning deathly pale. If Chen Jun and Liang Jian hadn't been pulling them up from above, the car almost wouldn't have been able to climb up.

Baldy wasn't worried about Chen Jun and his group running away, so he didn't send anyone to ride on the truck to keep an eye on them.

After rambling on and on, he walked alone to the first car, a convertible with its roof cut off.

The four armed soldiers following behind him got into an armed pickup truck and an off-road vehicle, respectively.

"Hoo hoo hoo~"

With the roar of engines, the convoy drove forward along the road.

"Where are they taking us? What are they going to make us do?"

To prevent falling off the vehicle, Chen Jun had to squat down and hold onto the left side panel. He loudly asked Liang Jian next to him, his anxiety growing more urgent.

Something's not right, something's very wrong.

Liang Jian's brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep frown. He shared the same anxiety and doubts as Chen Jun, but with so little information, they couldn't find any clues.

"Sigh, they're obviously local armed groups. Reasoning with them is useless. It seems we can only take it one step at a time."

Chen Jun sighed helplessly. The convoy had already driven out of the town. He looked at the weeds and wasteland on both sides of the road and then glanced at the armed pickup truck behind him.

I didn't dare even consider jumping out of the car to escape.

On this flat plain, if he dared to jump off the vehicle, the 12.7 caliber heavy machine gun behind him would definitely tear him to pieces.

At this moment, Liang Jian also showed a bitter smile.

He was also looking for a way to escape, and found that he had the same idea as Chen Jun.

With trepidation and a complete lack of control over their fate, the group could only continue their bumpy journey towards an unknown destiny.

About ten minutes later.

The convoy arrived at a tribal village where all the buildings were made of loess in cylindrical shapes, covered with thatched roofs, with only a large wooden house in the middle, giving it a very primitive look.

Yet, in this very primitive village, armed Black people could be seen everywhere.

It feels out of place, yet so real.

Chen Jun roughly counted them; there were more than fifty.

This is what he can see, not counting what's inside the house.

"Bringing us to this godforsaken place? I really don't see what need we have here. What on earth is that bald guy up to?"

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Chen Jun's doubts grew stronger, and he became increasingly uneasy.