Tanks, Intelligence
"Looks like we caught a big fish!"
Leng Feng shouted excitedly. Who would have thought that they would encounter a heavy truck trailer transporting tanks in such a desolate place?!
Looking at the symbol drawn on the carriage, it was indeed the symbol of the Red Turban Army.
Strangely, there were no guards in front of or behind the heavy truck. It was walking alone on the road.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
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"Don't get too excited, it's all within my expectations.”
Wang Luo pretended to be calm on the surface, but in fact, he was already overjoyed.
He had thought that it was just a vehicle transporting logistics supplies, but he did not expect it to be a tank trailer.
However, although he was happy, he was a little worried.
The pit on the road was too shallow. According to the weight of the heavy truck, it might not be able to sink into it.
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"Rumble!"
As the heavy truck gradually approached, Wang Luo also tightened his grip on the rifle in his hand.
At this moment, he had already made a plan. If the trap could not trap the heavy truck, he could only kill the driver first and take the truck by force.
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"Boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud bang!
The moment the truck's front wheels crushed the trap, it suddenly sank!
Because the side of the pit was a gentle slope, there was no obstruction at all.
However, the other side was a vertical 90 degrees. When the wheel hit it, the entire car shook!
However, because the truck was traveling at a relatively fast speed and the size of the tires was relatively large, the truck was not trapped by the trap.
Instead, he used the powerful inertia to rush out!
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The truck driver was obviously inexperienced. Panicking, he swerved to the right and rushed into the wilderness.
He only stopped when he ran dozens of meters away and hit a huge rock.
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"F * ck!"
The driver was a black man who looked to be in his twenties. He had a red scarf on his head and was obviously a member of the Red Turban Army.
He cursed as he got out of the car to check on the situation, but he did not expect a pistol to be pointed at his head.
At this moment, Wang Luo had already appeared silently behind him.
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"Appalachian…micro-la!"
The black man quickly raised his hand and started to speak a lot of Masori.
"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"
Wang Luo looked at this black guy with disgust.
Masori was a minority language among minority languages, and even the government rarely used it.
It was only used by some local tribes.
Because the Red Turban Army had absorbed many clansmen from the local tribes, they used this language to communicate internally.
Firstly, it was to differentiate it from Masori's military, and secondly, it had a certain encryption effect.
It was similar to the Native American Whisperers that America had once hired.
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"He said not to kill him. He's just a driver, not a soldier.”
At this moment, Leng Feng walked over. It seemed like he was very familiar with this Masori language.
"You know this?" Wang Luo asked curiously.
"I only know a little. When I was selling white wine, I also came into contact with a few local tribal chiefs.”
"Then ask him why he's here.”
As the saying goes, make the best use of everything. It was rare to catch a tongue, so naturally, he had to get some information.
Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he would ask first.
If he got any valuable information, he could sell it to the military for a good price.
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Leng Feng nodded and asked in Masori.
"Gulaakbar!"
Hearing that his mother tongue was spoken by a Chinese person, the black guy was still very shocked.
Thus, the two of them spoke one after another for a long time.
Leng Feng seemed to have heard some shocking news. His expression changed again and again, and in the end, he fell silent.
It seemed that this black guy really had something to dig out. His tongue was not caught in vain.
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After the black guy finished speaking, Leng Feng walked in front of Wang Luo and said in a low voice," This time, we're a blind cat that ran into a dead mouse.”
"This road isn't some wilderness road, but a hidden military transportation route.”
"Follow this road for five kilometers to the west. There's a secret Red Turban Army military base, which is also the foothold of the Dain Military Company in North Africa."
"This is the tank that has just been repaired at the base and is ready to be transported to the battlefield!”
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"D * mn, did I accidentally stumble into the entrance of their base camp?”
Wang Luo felt a sense of humor. His father and the Red Scarves Army must be looking for him all over the world at this moment.
And they were almost at the lair of these guys.
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"What should we do? Should we take a detour? There should be more cars passing by in a while. If they stayed any longer, they would be exposed.”Leng Feng reminded.
"Leave? Since he was already here, wouldn't he have wasted his trip if he didn't get some useful equipment back?”
Wang Luo's eyes began to shine like a hungry wolf on the grassland.
When he thought of the advanced weapons and equipment of the Dain Company, he almost drooled.
It was better to buy than to borrow, and it was better to rob than to sell.
No matter what it was, it was still comfortable to use it after snatching it.
It was rare to have such a good opportunity. He had to think of a way to make this fat sheep bald!
"What do you mean?" Leng Feng asked in confusion.
"We won't sleep in the car tonight. We'll bring you to do something big. We'll attack the Red Turban Army's headquarters at night!”
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