Farming Life Starting in Africa

The three of them turned around at the same time, their steps neither hurried nor slow, but their speed was by no means slow.

Rosen headed straight for the truck bed where Patrick was, while Zhou Weijie and Leng Feng ran towards the BJ40.

Just then, a gunshot rang out.

"Da da da da da—"

First came a few bursts, then a burst; the sound of bullets whizzing through the air was terrifyingly sharp.

The unlucky Leng Feng was hit by several bullets in the chest and arm.

"Puff puff puff," it sounded like someone was throwing several stones at him, but luckily the bulletproof vest blocked them.

Leng Feng touched his chest with lingering fear, then instantly accelerated, overtaking Zhou Weijie in one stride.

As Rosen ran, he shouted, "Get in the car first! Let's get out of here! I'll cover you!"

Several people ran quickly toward their respective destinations.

With a sprint, Rosen stepped on the side of Bigfoot's tire with his right foot, used the elasticity to jump up, grabbed the edge of the truck bed with both hands, and rolled inside.

He took several bullets in those few steps. There were also constant sounds coming from the truck bed, clanging and banging from all directions, but thankfully none of them broke his defenses.

"Do they have rockets?" Rosen asked Miao Feng loudly as he climbed into the truck bed toward the anti-aircraft gun.

Miao Feng, leaning over the driver's seat, started the car and glanced at the drone controller. "Nothing! I don't see anything! It's all rifles!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!" Rosen plopped down in the cockpit of the anti-aircraft gun. As soon as he was settled, he reached out and quickly cranked the handle to raise the barrel.

When the position was about right, he stepped on the firing pedal without hesitation.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch—"

The anti-aircraft gun roared, the sound like tearing cloth, shaking the entire vehicle. Shells struck the rock face, exploding into showers of shattered rock.

On the hillside, several bursts of blood suddenly exploded high up.

The remaining Iron Army was taken aback by this sudden counterattack. The anti-aircraft gun bullets had extremely strong penetrating power and could not stop the thin rock mass at all, and were directly pierced through.

The sight of severed limbs flying everywhere terrified the group. Some lay prone on the ground, too afraid to peek out or move, while others turned and ran, abandoning their guns.

As the vehicle began to accelerate, Rosen's accuracy noticeably declined. But he continued to suppress the fire towards the hillside, bullets exploding on the rocks, sending fragments flying everywhere, hitting the prone men and causing them to howl in pain.

Rosen stopped firing after the two vehicles had driven about 800 meters away, the anti-aircraft gun barrels still smoking.

Inside the jeep, Leng Feng, still reeling from the danger, asked Zhou Weijie beside him, "Why didn't we take advantage of the situation and attack? We had enough firepower! Didn't you see they were all down? We could have just pushed in and wiped them out!"

Zhou Weijie glanced sideways at Leng Feng, his eyes clearly saying, "Have you gone mad from fighting?" He said, somewhat speechlessly, "You're from the military, right? Is this how the army teaches you to save people?"

Leng Feng scratched his head, looking completely innocent: "I wasn't taught how to rescue people. Wouldn't it be fine if we just killed all the enemies? Without the enemies, the hostages would naturally be safe."

He forgot that when he said this, he had disobeyed orders and shot the hostage-taker in the head when he was rescuing hostages as a sniper.

Leng Feng is an overly aggressive person, prone to acting impulsively. He's the type who wants to tackle any difficulty first.

"Naive," Zhou Weijie shook his head. "By the time you openly storm in, the hostages will all be strapped with bombs. Then they'll be forced to come out and cause you trouble. Will you fight back or not?"

Leng Feng opened his mouth, then closed it.

The car stopped on a stretch of Gobi desert about seven or eight kilometers away from the mine. It was surrounded by rocks and sand, with only one or two withered camel thorn bushes shivering in the wind.

Rosen jumped out of the car and started cursing as soon as his feet touched the ground: "Damn it, I didn't even see that damn door right above us. We haven't even gotten in yet and we've already been discovered."

Zhou Weijie took a bottle of Kangshifu, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down several mouthfuls. Then he sat on a large rock, watching the sky gradually darken—the sun had begun to sink in the west, and the horizon was tinged with orange-red.

"Alright, stop complaining. It'll be dark soon. Let's think of a way to get in. Complaining won't solve anything."

Rosen crouched down, took the drone out of the box, and said while installing the battery, "I'll fly the drone first to see if they've followed us out. I'll also see what those guys are doing now."

"We still need to create some commotion to lure some of them out," Zhou Weijie said. "Whether we use a siege and ambush to catch reinforcements, or other methods, the results will be much better. It's always easier to fight them when they're out in the open than when they're inside."

The drone took off and buzzed as it flew to the top of the mine.

The footage showed that all the slave laborers and hostages had returned to the mine, leaving only the guards on duty. The Iron Army had taken back everything of value, including the hostages.

"It seems they're also afraid we'll force our way in," Rosen said. "There are too many hostages outside. If a fight breaks out, those hostages will start running around, and they might lose control."

"Alright, we're all stuck in this situation now," Leng Feng leaned over to glance at the screen. "What do we do?"

Zhou Weijie thought for a moment and then said, "Let's blow it up and see how long they can stay like turtles. How many bombs did you bring?"

Rosen smiled. "About a hundred pumpkin bombs, and twenty Claymores. There's also an M1 81mm mortar, but we only brought ten shells."

The truth is, Rosen just didn't want to overdo it; otherwise, he could have towed an M-43 160mm heavy mortar behind his pickup truck. One shot from that thing could flatten the area of ​​five or six basketball courts, and even the Hulk would get a concussion from a single hit.

After listening, Zhou Weijie looked at him as if he were crazy, saying, "It's a shame you're not a terrorist."

Rosen glanced at him sideways but didn't reply.

If he wanted to be a terrorist, then Bin Laden's achievements would probably be nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

Other terrorist attacks are planned for years before being carried out on a large scale. He has a capsule space, making him someone who can send the White House to the sky at any time without anyone noticing. In a sense, Rosen is the kind of talent that extremists in the Middle East and Africa dream of.

Miao Feng interjected, "Won't this explosion accidentally injure the hostages? What if we accidentally blow up Ma Xiao? Then our trip would have been for nothing."

"Just don't blow up the cave, just blow up a few entrances and force them out."