Farming Life Starting in Africa

Li Wei picked up the walkie-talkie, his voice calm and decisive: "Government troops, lead the way! The overseas Chinese follow the military vehicles! We'll bring up the rear! Maintain distance!"

The vehicle traveled a distance further, and the road surface became increasingly complex, with several roadblocks appearing at the intersection ahead.

The convoy weaved through the roadblocks, turning left and right, and before they knew it, the three vehicles had entered the war zone.

When the drivers of the military vehicles realized that the convoy was near government forces, they had already penetrated deep into the factory area. The drivers of the two vehicles behind them also clearly noticed something was wrong and quickly reversed.

Just then, four pickup trucks carrying rebels sped up from behind the convoy.

The four vehicles, like a pair of pincers, tightly surrounded the embassy convoy in the center of the combat zone.

"Get out! Get out! Set up a defensive line!" Li Wei pushed open the car door, grabbed his gun, and was the first to rush out.

He turned and shouted to He Qingliu, "Contact the warships immediately! Report the situation here!"

The armed police quickly spread out near vehicles and buildings along the roadside, using all available cover to organize defenses.

Li Wei squatted behind a wrecked car and looked around at his surroundings.

The buildings in the factory area were all old-fashioned brick-and-mortar structures, several stories high, with security bars on the windows. But when his gaze swept over one of the buildings, he noticed that someone had cut a hole in the security bar of a window on the first floor, just big enough for a person to crawl through.

"We can't be trapped here! Let's hide inside, quick!" Li Wei said, pulling a smoke grenade from his waist, removing the safety pin, and throwing it towards the area below the window.

The smoke grenade hissed out a thick plume of smoke, quickly obscuring the area.

He led his men, crouching low, to the entrance and stood guard with their guns drawn. Other armed police escorted the overseas Chinese in the vehicles, quietly entering the factory building one by one.

Inside the Navy ship Linyi.

The communications soldier jogged into the command room: "Captain! We've received a distress call from Consul He Qingliu in Iraq! He and the last group of civilians were attacked by rebels during their evacuation!"

Gao Yun strode to the table with the map of Ivia's city and traced his finger across it: "Location?"

"The industrial zone in the northeast of the city has been marked with its exact coordinates."

"What about the Ivia government?"

"They are temporarily unable to provide personnel for the rescue, but they have allowed our troops to enter the city to rescue people and provide transportation support at the port."

Without hesitation, Gao Yun picked up the phone and dialed the number for the special operations standby room in the aft compartment of the warship.

The phone was answered after only one ring, and a steady voice came from the other end: "Report! This is Yang Rui."

"I just received a distress call from Consul He Qingliu in Iraq," Gao Yun said quickly. "He and the last group of Chinese nationals were attacked by rebels during their evacuation. The Ivia government is temporarily unable to provide personnel for the rescue, but they have allowed our troops to enter the city to rescue people and provide transportation support at the port."

"Yes!" Yang Rui answered crisply and decisively.

The fully armed commandos, traveling in military vehicles and led by the Ivia government forces, rumbled into the city.

This is a three-story brick-concrete structure.

Li Wei walked around the factory area, getting a general feel for the terrain. Then he returned to the lobby and instructed the guards behind him: "Take all the overseas Chinese to the third floor and settle them in sturdy, windowless rooms. The rest of you are divided into three groups, setting up defenses in tiers—one group on the first, second, and third floors. Make sure to use the terrain to block the enemy, and be careful to conserve ammunition; we don't have many bullets."

He turned to a stocky soldier: "Silly Bull, you have the best marksmanship, go to the roof."

He then pointed to two others: "Dapeng, Hammer, the safety of Consul He and the others is in your hands. Keep a close eye on them; if even a single hair is missing, I'll hold you responsible."

"clear!"

The armed police filed out and hid in various locations on the building, searching for cover and escape routes.

Suddenly, Silly Cow's voice came through the walkie-talkie. He had already run to the rooftop and was crouching behind the drainpipe in the corner, where he had a wide field of vision.

"Captain, rebel reinforcements have arrived! The government troops downstairs are about to collapse! There are about forty men down there, all armed with light weapons. I see at least three RPG-7s, and an MG42 and a DShK are mounted on the vehicle."

Upon hearing this, Li Wei felt a chill run down his spine.

"Silly Bull," Li Wei pressed the walkie-talkie, "find a way to take out those two machine guns! The walls here can't stop those bullets at all. But be careful, don't push yourself."

"clear!"

Li Wei looked around at the young soldiers around him—most of them were in their twenties, and their eyes were all firm; not one of them showed any fear.

"Comrades, we're in big trouble this time. Fortunately, the navy will come to our aid. It will take at least an hour to get here from the port. We need to buy some time."

"Captain, don't worry!" a soldier grinned. "We definitely won't let those navy guys laugh at us!"

"Exactly!" came another voice from the walkie-talkie, tinged with a hint of defiance. "How could our special forces be inferior to even the HITs?"

The consular police officers who are able to serve in Africa and the Middle East are basically special forces personnel of the armed police, and they are all the elite of the elite.

They excel in indoor CQB, urban counter-terrorism, close-quarters combat, climbing, and shooting—surpassing other units. In their own words, "We are the special forces of the People's Armed Police."

"Bullshit," Li Wei laughed and cursed. "Those are our brother units, give them some face. Don't get cocky when you meet them later."

"Captain, they're coming in!" Silly Bull's voice suddenly became urgent.

Li Wei immediately switched channels: "Group one, two smoke grenades, let some people in first. Sha Niu, seize the opportunity, take out the machine gun, then immediately move to a new position. Don't stay in one place for too long."

"receive!"

While the fighting raged in the city, Rosen and his two vehicles, after a full day of driving, had quietly entered the capital of Ivia.

The checkpoints outside the city were deserted, which allowed Rosen's pickup truck to drive so ostentatiously into the city.

Otherwise, that ZU-23 twin-mounted anti-aircraft gun would be too conspicuous; two barrels over two meters long side by side in the truck bed—it looked like something no ordinary person would allow. No normal administrator would let it into the city.

Zhou Weijie gave directions from the passenger seat of the BJ40. Of the entire convoy, he was the most familiar with the Ivia.

The fighting intensified in the distance, with gunfire and explosions echoing everywhere. They had already taken several detours, but some roads were blocked off, making it impossible to avoid the combat zone.