Farming Life Starting in Africa

"Okay, I'm going to get back to work now," Deng Mei said, about to hang up the phone.

Qian Bida, as if possessed, added, "If you encounter any trouble on the road, let me know, and maybe I can help you solve it."

"Hehe, okay, I got it. Mind your own business."

She hung up the phone, put it on the table, and looked out at the gray sky, lost in thought.

Every month, Qian Bida's shipments from China are delivered by hitchhiking on Green Valley Energy's cargo ships. Green Valley Energy has a large number of foreign employees and has a significant monthly demand for goods.

As for Deng Mei, a senior executive at Green Valley Energy, she did her old friend a favor.

Deep within the Iron Army's mines lies a sealed stone chamber.

Hassud was leading his men in a prayer. The group knelt on the ground, facing the same direction, chanting incantations.

The service had just ended when Sai walked in.

"Boss, the sentries at the back gate spotted two cars coming in," Sai said in a low voice. "They've launched a few small drones and are observing the situation inside the mine."

Hassud wiped the sweat from his brow expressionlessly and slowly said, "Capture them and find out how they found this place. Is there a traitor among them?"

"Okay, boss," Sai nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "But one of the cars has a really big gun, and the other car... looks like the one that interfered with our capture of the hostage last time. If so, I suspect they're here to rescue the hostages."

Hassud narrowed his eyes, his expression growing increasingly fierce.

"Then take more people. One survivor is enough. The rest, feed the dogs."

Sai nodded, turned around and went out to call for help.

Meanwhile, Rosen and his group were carefully searching the nearby hillside.

They all kept staring at the controller screen, carefully searching every corner where someone might be hiding, but the possible back door seemed to have vanished, and they couldn't find it no matter what they did.

The good news is that although they haven't found the entrance, they've gotten a pretty good idea of ​​what's going on here.

Leng Feng crouched behind a large rock, holding a pen and paper, drawing a topographical map of the surrounding area. The lines on the map were neat and the markings were clear.

Zhou Weijie sat next to him and added information: "There are a total of 4 foot patrol teams near the mine. These people are very particular about their patrol routes. They deliberately avoid the normal straight sections and take all the winding routes. I reckon there are a lot of anti-personnel mines nearby."

Rosen leaned over for a look and added, "There are also three armed pickup trucks stationed at the outer intersections, with heavy machine guns on their roofs. This should be their rapid reinforcement force."

"Three open-air lookout posts were set up on the high earthen slope, equipped with binoculars, for observation by the naked eye during the day. There were also traces of campfires nearby, presumably burned at night for warmth and lighting."

"They've carved open-air firing positions into the rock face," Zhou Weijie pointed to a row of small circles on the map. "There are eight fixed machine gun positions in total. They've blocked the only winding dirt road leading in with PKM machine guns. There are also hollowed-out concealed bunkers inside the mountain; at least six have been discovered. The entrances are disguised as mine rubble piles, and there are several people carrying RPGs. Don't even think about driving in from the front; we'll be blown to bits before we even get to the door."

The group exchanged glances, all somewhat troubled about how to get in.

Rosen looked at the gradually improving terrain and defense map and scratched his head: "This is too difficult. With just the three of us, we simply cannot guarantee the safety of the hostages."

Zhou Weijie nodded in agreement: "It is indeed difficult. But if we can find a back door, we can sneak in quietly."

Actually, the three of them were wearing bulletproof vests, and if they were careful to avoid rocket attacks, they could easily storm in. But the problem was that the hostages were still inside. If they rushed in and started shooting, the hostages might end up being strapped with explosives and forced out by the kidnappers to search for their families.

Just then, Miao Feng, who was sitting in the car staring at the drone screen, suddenly interjected—his voice drifted out of the car window, "Give me a gun! Count me in, I can go too! More people, more help!"

Rosen pulled out his M1911, weighed it in his hand, and then casually tossed it into the car. The gun arced through the air, and Miao Feng caught it in a flurry.

“You can’t go,” Rosen shook his head. “You have to stay in the car with Patrick. If something goes wrong, you’ll be there to help us. Your job is to drive and ensure our escape route.”

Actually, he thought Miao Feng's marksmanship was terrible, and he didn't want to get shot by his teammates; it would be too demoralizing. It was better to leave him in the car, at least then there wouldn't be any friendly fire.

Patrick was in another car, the window slightly ajar. He'd been listening for a while, then wisely kept quiet. For now, he was content to just be a good driver; he didn't want to risk going in with a gun. His marksmanship was about the same as Miao Feng's—both were equally novice, rarely handling guns.

While the group was discussing how to rescue the people next to the car, they were completely unaware that the back door, which blended into the mountainside, was quietly pushed open not far above them.

Then a dozen or so people filed out, all wearing headscarves and carrying rifles, acting suspiciously.

The one leading them was Sai.

He lay prone behind a rock, peeking out half his head to survey the group of people nestled in the valley. He whispered to the sentry beside him, "How many are there?"

"Five in total," the sentry held up five fingers. "Three outside, and two more inside the car."

Sai turned to his men behind him and whispered, "Avoid the vehicles and don't shoot. Leave the people inside alive, but kill and take away the people outside."

A group of subordinates nodded silently, and in unison took their positions, all pointing their guns at Rosen and his men in the valley.

Miao Feng was currently controlling a drone, bringing back a drone with low battery to replace its battery.

Just as he was maneuvering the drone to turn around and fly back, scanning the hillside above the group of people.

He paused for a moment, then rubbed his eyes.

On the hillside, a dozen or so people wearing headscarves were either lying down or squatting, all holding guns with the muzzles pointing downwards, and moving downhill.

Miao Feng broke out in a cold sweat instantly. His mouth moved, suppressing his tension and fear, and he growled in a low voice, "There are people above us, more than a dozen people are coming down."

Upon hearing this, Rosen instinctively wanted to look up.

But before he could even tilt his head back, Zhou Weijie reacted quickly. He grabbed Rosen's shirt, forcefully interrupting his attempt to look up.

"Don't look," Zhou Weijie said in a very low voice, "Let's go, hurry back to the car. Don't run, don't panic, let's go."