Chapter 787

It is said that Russia's big maozi is a fighting nation. It depends on life and death. If you don't accept it, you can do it. The big maozi who grows up in ice and snow does not lose the reputation of a fighting nation. However, old maozi fights many people and kills many of himself. The gold content of a fighting nation is quite enough, but compared with a real fighting nation, old maozi is slag.

Yes, the real fighting nation is the Tuareg.

Tuareg is a member of the Berber people in North Africa and a nomadic people in the Sahara desert. Tuareg people are found in Algeria, Niger, Mali and Libya.

Nominally, it is a nomadic nation. Since its birth, the real means of livelihood of this nation has never been nomadism. Nomadism is only a sideline of Tuareg people. Their main business is to do business and plunder, especially slaves. In the business of Tuareg people, slave trade is a very important part.

Tuareg people face powerful tribes, that is, businessmen. When they meet weak tribes, that is, looters, but Tuareg people also have a main business, that is, war.

In modern society, the Tuareg people have gradually lost their soil for survival, so they have become the group that provides the most cannon fodder in modern mercenaries.

When it comes to mercenaries, most people can think of Americans, Russians and Israelis. That's right. The high-end market is indeed people from these countries, but in terms of quantity, this cognition is wrong. In mercenaries, Tuareg people dominate the number, regardless of nationality, only tribal and ethnic Tuareg people.

Libya is a typical mercenary war, and more than 70% of the mercenaries active on the Libyan battlefield are Tuareg.

The Tuareg are a true fighting people, because they can't fight except for war. They simply rely on fighting for a living.

However, the Tuareg cannot do without fighting, but tragically, they are not very good at war under modern conditions.

Therefore, Tuareg provided most of the cannon fodder for mercenaries on battlefield.

Tuareg people like to use them. They are cheap and obedient. They can be sent off with a little money. Tuareg people are very common in the African battlefield. Therefore, Tuareg people are cannon fodder in the real sense.

No matter who does more, he will naturally have experience and become an expert. When some Tuareg people survive after many years on the battlefield, he will naturally not be cannon fodder, but become a veteran and an old man who is afraid of others.

Just like in Afghanistan, for American soldiers, who needs to be worried most in Afghanistan? It's not the young people who are young and strong and armed to the teeth, but the old men with white hair and a worn-out rifle. Those veterans who have fought guerrilla warfare with the Soviet Union for eight years, and who have fought today with or for Taliban are fools after decades of fighting. It's time to learn something, Besides, most of the people who can survive are smart people except those who are lucky enough to fill in.

People are old and refined. Those who have survived half their lives on the battlefield are really difficult to deal with. They may not be literate, may not use any modern instruments, or even use other guns except AK47. But no matter what guns they use, they can definitely play with the guns in their hands. It's time to hide, hide, but when they need to come out and shoot, He will never waste bullets.

There is a special term in the mercenary circle, which is called Don Tuareg.

The old man doesn't just mean age. He says combat effectiveness, shooting skills and experience. A young Tuareg may also be called an old man, but most of the time, old Tuareg is really an old man. Those old men in their fifties and sixties who should have left the battlefield.

Gao Yang knows the power of old man Tuareg. He fought with a mercenary regiment mainly composed of Tuareg in Libya.

In misrata, Libya, when the Satan mercenary regiment was just established, Gao Yang fought side by side with Green Mamba and Coleman company. In addition, he fought with the mercenary regiment called sandstorm, which was formed by Tuareg from Mali.

At that time, the sandstorm mercenary regiment also took the price of elite mercenaries, but they could take the price of elite mercenaries only because they were not afraid of death in war. Strictly speaking, it was a cannon fodder mercenary regiment. However, there were two people in the sandstorm, and two old Tuareg left a deep impression on Gao Yang.

It's no exaggeration to say that the sandstorm mercenary regiment is supported by two old men. Otherwise, it's really not worth the elite price just because they are not afraid of death.

It is precisely because Gao Yang has dealt with Tuareg people in misrata that he has a deep understanding of Tuareg people, so he is extremely afraid of old man Tuareg.

Knowing the characteristics of Tuareg and what the old man of Tuareg represents, we will know what situation Gaoyang will face.

Gao Yang needs to attract Sadik's attention to himself. Therefore, it seems that covering the escape of the hard workers does not conflict with what he was supposed to do, but the problem is that if he leaves the hard workers as bait, he can easily leave, and then take the initiative to bite Sadik's people, but if he wants to cover the hard workers to leave, he will have to be bitten by the Tuareg, One is active and the other is passive. The safety degree of the two options is very different.

Gao Yang certainly likes to take the initiative and hopes to be safer, but he can't leave those hard workers because he has made a commitment.

After making up his mind, Gao Yang stopped thinking. After taking a breath, he whispered to bantuna, "forget it, don't say anything. You and Jason take them away. I'll stay to block the enemy, or none of them can run."

When Gao Yang spoke to bantuna, he never hid it from the hard workers around him. They couldn't hide it. They couldn't go to a place where there was no one to discuss it again.

Bantuna said that regardless of the hard work, the hard workers were afraid, but after hearing Gao Yang's final decision, they finally saw the hope of life. Naturally, they were more grateful when they looked at Gao Yang's eyes.

Bantuna shouted to Gao Yang, "boss, don't try to be a saint. You'll die!"

Gao Yang sighed and said, "I'm not a saint, but I'm a man of my word. I've decided. Don't persuade me anymore. You're ready."

After talking to bantuna, Gao Yang whispered in the walkie talkie, "Jason, come to me."

Jason quickly climbed to Gao Yang and whispered, "boss, those people, they are so powerful. They don't use sniper rifles, but they hit too accurately!"

Gao Yang shook his head and said, "it's old man Tuareg. You're not in this circle. You don't understand. Well, you and bantuna take these people together and go back to the place where we hide our things. You share the money in the suitcase with radar. One person and half."

Bantuna stared at Gao Yang and said in a deep voice, "are you a mercenary? You must be a mercenary!"

Gao Yang nodded and said, "there's no need to hide it from you. Yes, I'm a mercenary."

Banduna then said, "the mercenary regiment?"

Gao Yang thought and finally whispered, "Satan, RAM."

Bantuna immediately widened his eyes, opened his mouth and sent out a monosyllabic Festival. After that, he immediately lowered his voice and said with an incredible face: "you, you are a ram? Satan's RAM? FAK, big man!"

Jason said blankly, "the boss is very famous?"

Bantuna looked at Jason with disdain and said, "you are not in this circle. You don't understand. Who is ram? He is... Well, don't you say he is God. In the mercenary business, he is God, because he controls your life and death. If he wants you to die, you can't live."

Gao Yang said with a smile, "there's no exaggeration. What you said is too outrageous."

Jason said, "I seem to have heard the name, RAM. Is it the first accurate shooter?"

Bantuna said in surprise, "how do you know?"

Jason shrugged and said, "I heard that there is a very popular issue of mercenary magazine. One of my comrades in arms wants to be a mercenary. He buys that magazine every term, and then tells me what the new first accurate shooter can make a lot of money, isn't it, boss? Is that you?"

Bantuna heaved his breath and said, "I'm asking some nonsense. I said how magical the boss is. He's like God. It turns out that he's a ram and the first accurate shooter. I should have thought of it."

Gao Yang waved his hand and said, "this is not the time to say this. Well, Jason, give me my shotgun and a radar to leave here. You can find a way to send these people away. Pay attention and keep it as secret as possible. I don't have time to give you advice. Find a way by yourself."

Bantuna whispered, "boss, if you insist on being a hero, I think you'd better not take a shotgun and fight old man Tuareg. You have to react quickly enough. Take a shotgun. I think it will affect your activities."

Gao Yang really doesn't want to give up the means of long-range precision shooting, but bantuna makes a lot of sense. If he dares to underestimate the enemy against old man Tuareg, he will be in bad luck.

After careful calculation, Gao Yang finally reluctantly gave up his shotgun. The Sacco rifle was too heavy and too big. In the jungle, it was really not a good idea to carry a shotgun weighing more than eight kilograms and more than one meter long. Moreover, if you bring a shotgun, you have to bring more than 100 rounds and a big head, A bullet that weighs a lot.

Gao Yang did not move, nor did the enemy on the other side, so Gao Yang had a chance to make some preparations. He said in a deep voice, "well, help me take the shotgun and give me some full magazines. Also, Jason gave me the infrared camera, put it in my backpack and take out the shotgun bullets."

Gao Yang quickly removed his backpack to the ground and continued to hold the gun for shooting. Jason and bantuna opened his bag and filled it with six full magazines. Then Jason put in the small infrared camera he was carrying.

"Boss, OK, here's your bag."

Gao Yang lay on the ground, quickly carried his backpack, and whispered, "OK, you leave, climb and make some noise. Try to seduce several people to shoot. Let's contact back. Let's move. You go!"