Chapter 862 We Are a Family

The rebels in the city were squeezed to the east, along with thousands of members of the African Mercenary Union, who were put in a disadvantageous position with no water, electricity, communications, or supplies.

Two-thirds of the city was lost, and they could only rely on the ruins after the bombing to barely resist and try their best to block the fierce attack of the Warrior Base.

"Now it's just street fighting."

General Temple, who was guarding the city, looked solemn as he told Marvell about the current battle situation.

He didn't know how he became a rebel, but he had to fight to the end no matter what because he was unwilling to give up.

"Yes, there's only street fighting left, but will they give us a chance?" Marvel said with a wry smile, "The enemy's firepower surpasses that of the entire H country. They wouldn't have any trouble taking down this city, let alone the entire country."

Carry out air strikes in rotation to cooperate with the advance of ground forces.

There are no more than five countries in Africa that can afford to fight this kind of war, and their firepower is not that strong.

"So what?"

"It has come to this. There is no other way."

"Your men must join the battle, defend every street, and hold every stronghold!"

This is not a negotiation, it is an order.

All those who can fight must be mobilized. If we can hold on, there is still a chance. If we can't, it's all over.

Marvell understood this truth, but he also knew that holding on would only lead to death.

"General Temple, we must break out, not defend ourselves," Marvell said. "Only by breaking out can we have a chance of survival. Otherwise... you've been labeled a rebel, and no one will come to rescue you. So we can only save ourselves."

General Temple remained silent, because what the other party said was correct. Only by breaking through would there be a chance of survival, while defending to the death would surely lead to everyone's death.

"I will send people to conduct reconnaissance, find their weak points, and then concentrate all our forces to break out."

"General Temple, this is our only chance. You must cooperate with me. Only by staying alive can we have a chance to seek revenge and wash away the label of a rebel. If we die, we won't even have the chance to prove ourselves."

“…”

This is the only option, and the best route is to retreat 60 kilometers eastward along the road. As long as you successfully enter the jungle, you will be considered to have broken through successfully.

General Temple had no reason to object; after all, staying alive was more important.

…

To the west, tens of thousands of mercenaries gathered and stood by.

They have been here for five or six days, listening to the artillery fire in the distance, and the only thing they have to do is eat, drink, defecate and urinate.

At most, you can just take a ride around and go to a different place to eat, drink, defecate and urinate.

I didn't see a single enemy, didn't fire a single bullet from my gun, and didn't know what I was doing here.

"Are we going to continue the fight or not? When can we go up?"

"Is this a war? We're here to fight the agent. If we don't eat, we'll just sit here and wait for death!"

There are many warmongers among the mercenaries. They know that the war has started, but they do nothing.

Although no one paid, they couldn't help but feel itchy when they heard the sound of cannons.

They were not the only ones doing nothing, there were also mercenary leaders like Blue Fox in the temporary command center.

Before the fight, they were still studying tactics and discussing them around the sand table, but two days after the fight started, they simply got together to study how to eat beef.

"Mythology truly is a myth, utterly terrifying." Blue Fox sipped his coffee and said, "The cost of this war exceeds many large-scale wars. I really don't know if we can make it back."

"It's definitely not going to make back the money. They say they've already spent $300 billion just to attack a city like this. What a waste."

"So this is the horror of the myth. His goal is not to recoup his costs, but to unite Africa's mercenaries, large and small, and even armed groups across the country..."

The terror is not because of the high cost, nor is it just the strategic purpose behind it, but more because of the purely modern fighting style.

There were constant airstrikes and tank advances on the ground.

This is a completely air control tactic, with almost no use for infantry. At most, they follow the tanks to occupy important positions.

Most of the mercenaries would not fire a single shot in the end, and would just eat and drink here for a while before leaving.

"No matter what, the old stuff needs to be destroyed," the Paladin said. "I've had enough of my agent's antics."

This statement was recognized by everyone. They had all been exploited by their agents and hated it deep down in their hearts.

Although you don't need to worry too much after reaching the top, you still live under the shadow of your agent.

In that case, why not join the Warriors Base?

The treatment is better, there is no exploitation, they are still top-tier, and they have the freedom to choose their tasks.

"Damn it, the transport plane is coming again!"

"Hopefully there'll be some cigars airdropped this time, I'm running low on stock."

The rebels had no food to eat, but they enjoyed airdrops every two days, which included wine, meat and cigars.

…

The airstrikes stopped and a siege was adopted.

In the command center, Lei Zhen sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea and staring at the map in front of him.

The sofa is brand new, airdropped; the tea is fresh, also airdropped.

"Boss, do you mean to drive everyone to the highway and catch them all in one fell swoop?" Andre looked at the map.

It is clearly marked above, including the attack routes of each unit and various encirclement and interception methods.

From start to finish, all battle plans are clear at a glance.

"Of course not. I want them to surrender, not to kill them all." Lei Zhen said, "We must win people over with virtue. We can't let the outside world think we are executioners."

Andre nodded heavily; he remembered it.

However, there was still a question that had been lingering in my mind for a long time, so I just asked it out.

"Boss, we spent hundreds of billions fighting this war, but Country H's resources are not abundant. This is a losing business."

"Is it a loss? If you give money away, people will come. If they come, why worry about not making money? First, I've shown the world my appeal. I can gather tens of thousands of mercenaries to fight for me at any time. Second, our crushing strikes will make every country in Africa afraid of us. Third, after this is over, we'll have more work than we can count."

Lei Zhen is simply talking about the benefits. It has little to do with money, but is mainly about influence.

After this battle, he will be able to establish a branch base in any country or region in Africa, thus completing his domestic mission.

What is a paramilitary base in Sudan Port?

By then, the whole of Africa, and even extending to the Middle East, will have his paramilitary bases, or paramilitary bases established for the country.

But this does not entirely belong to the state.

I can give it to you unconditionally and provide all help unconditionally, but you do not have ownership.

To use it or not?

If you use it, it will be good for me. If you don’t use it, I won’t lose anything.

As for making money, it is just an additional value. In the future, Lei Zhen will have the final say on this ancient continent of Africa.

Any country or consortium that wants to make money here has to pay him protection fees.

He has to be given a share in all mining developments, otherwise there is no guarantee that he will not be attacked by local armed groups.

The president is no exception. If you want to stabilize your regime, then pay me some money and I guarantee that your power will not be overthrown.

This war, which cost $300 billion, is of particular significance.

"Ding-ling-ling..."

The phone rang urgently. It was Prince George.

"I checked the accounts and found a shortfall of 150 billion. Where is the money?"

"Don't be impatient. I have to marry Margaret and give her the greatest respect. All this requires money."

“I’m the one who owes the debt!!!”

"That's right, but we are a family. Wouldn't I help you pay off your debt? Don't be ridiculous. You are my father-in-law..."

There was no way he could get 300 billion, but 300 billion was spent externally. As for how much he spent exactly, only Lei Zhen himself knew.