King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer

Alhan hid in the smoking brush until nightfall, then they hurriedly set off under the cover of darkness, heading south in an attempt to carve out a path to survival.

The wilderness at night was not easy to traverse, but these Chadian mercenaries all had feet of iron; within 6 hours, they had forcefully covered nearly 15 kilometers, managing to avoid the battlefield established by P·B.

Along the way, Alhan unexpectedly encountered several other teams that had made the same choice as his.

Driven by the desire to stick together for warmth, Alhan found a way to contact these scattered fighters and was surprised to discover among them a few locals from Central Africa, the ones who were incited by Setaka to plunder their own kind in hopes of changing their fate.

These locals were very familiar with the surrounding terrain. It was precisely this familiarity that allowed them to evade round after round of artillery fire, and they vaguely grasped the pattern of the bombardment, finding the gaps in the fire cannon coverage.

Alhan and these people formed a team of nearly 50.@@novelbin@@

Some of them were not yet completely disheartened; they felt that it was just bad luck on their side, and that once others defeated P·B, they could escape the predicament and continue their own journey.

Listening to these people boosting their morale along the way by talking about how many people they'd killed and how much they'd looted, Alhan would always shake his head with a smile without making a sound.

Only those who had been on a battlefield knew how terrifying organized and planned combat could be.

On a real battlefield, human life could sometimes be as fragile as that of a small animal.

When Alhan noticed human activity in the distance, he realized he might have broken free from the battlefield prearranged by P·B.

Excited, he urged everyone to keep moving, wanting to bypass the faint lights in the distance and delve deeper into the heart of Central Africa.

But just as they wanted to pick up the pace, a convoy traveling slowly appeared on a road several hundred meters to the side.

Alhan quickly signaled everyone to lie down and keep quiet, hoping to use the cover of night to avoid the convoy's line of sight.

However, to his surprise, the convoy seemed to be able to 'see' them.

When several pickup trucks drove off the road, shining their headlights toward their position, and began firing with heavy machine guns, Alhan understood that they had been discovered...

"Run, run fast..."

A few black men couldn't withstand the pressure and stood up to sprint in one direction, but were soon found by the bullets of the machine guns.

And Alhan, who had just been shouting to flee, was now leading his men to crawl rapidly across the sandy and stony wilderness, attempting to escape the area lit by those glaring headlights.

Counterattack was not an option; Alhan only wanted to escape the crisis before him and stay alive.

But a pickup truck seemed to have targeted them, with bullets including tracer rounds continuously whizzing over their heads. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Alhan's men were terrified, and one who jumped up to try to run faster was hit in the chest by three precise burst shots in an instant, twitching a few times as if electrocuted before collapsing softly to the ground.

Alhan, too preoccupied to pay attention to others, desperately crawled forward, and soon he felt that something was wrong; the enemies on the pickup truck were not approaching, but instead kept urging him with their mounted machine gun to continue crawling in a predetermined direction.

He glanced back and saw that those peers who had previously sworn to make their fortunes in Central Africa were kneeling on the ground, their hands up in surrender. Alhan gave a bitter smile and then devoutly raised his hands, shouting, "Stop shooting, I surrender…"

As the pickup approached slowly, Alhan used his hands to shield his eyes from the blinding light of the vehicle, calling out loudly, "We surrender, don't kill us…"

While Alhan was yelling, two tall figures jumped down from the truck and walked over to him.

In the beam of the light, the half-nosed 'Rhino' looked exceptionally terrifying.

'Rhino,' standing next to the hunter Manlo, seemed quite amiable, but whether it was Rhino's terrifying appearance that scared him, or it was a final desperate struggle, one of Alhan's men suddenly tried to reach for a gun…

The moment the guy's hand was about to touch the gun, a hammer in Manlo's hand flew over, hitting him square in the forehead.

A simple wooden stick with a large nut fitted on it, but as it hit the poor devil's forehead, it caved in his brow.

'Rhino,' with a horrific grin, pulled out a knife and walked over, cutting off an ear from each person, then said, "You have been captured…"

Alhan, clutching his bleeding ear, humiliatedly stripped off his clothes under 'Rhino''s command and packed them up neatly before being put on the bed of the pickup.

Then their hands were tied with zip ties, and a thin rope strung all the people together as they were led onto the highway.

As they were being pulled forward by the pickup, Alhan heard a complaint from a black man on the truck…

"We should have made them walk a bit further; we wasted so many bullets on them…"

Alhan didn't understand what he meant, but as they approached the inland village they had earlier discovered, he finally realized what a foolish thing he had done…

The local guides knew the surrounding area well, but they would instinctively move close to the highways.

The village Alhan had previously tried to avoid had now been converted into a war prisoner camp.

That terrifying half-nosed man must have spotted him a long time ago.

They had been following his group all along, intending to save some time and energy by letting his people walk to the prisoner camp themselves.

After all, people always walk fast when they are fleeing for their lives!

When they reached a fork in the road, Alhan saw two squads of the Central African Defense Forces escorting a large group of prisoners passing by.

A sturdy man in jungle camouflage stood on an open-top off-road vehicle, with two mercenaries bound by the hands being dragged behind.

As he passed by the Defense Forces' truck, the sturdy man cursed out loud at a company of Central African Defense Forces...

"Can't you be more professional? Why the hell do we always have to clean up after you?"

The officers of the Central African Defense Forces seemed to be accustomed to being scolded; as the off-road vehicle passed by, he leaned out of the window, handed a pack of cigarettes to the sturdy man, and said with a nod and a bow, "'Bullhorn' boss, we don't have a choice, the prisoners are too scattered, and we only have so many people…"

"Don't be angry, we'll have more people coming over, tomorrow, I promise there won't be any delays with the work."

When the two teams met, 'Rhino' suddenly snatched the cigarette from 'Bullhorn's' hand and, flashing a grin, said, "Why the hell do you always have so much crap to say?"

'Bullhorn' recognized 'Rhino', the old jungle soldier; he had suffered a lot under that guy's hands during his jungle training.

Having heard that 'Rhino' had been sent to Ndele as the boss, 'Bullhorn' regretted that he didn't have the chance to regain his standing, but now he had run into him.

Seeing that all the prisoners behind 'Rhino's' vehicle had one ear cut off, 'Bullhorn' held up his middle finger and said, "What the fuck are you doing here, you freak?"

'Rhino' grinned and said, "The boss thinks you losers are too slow, so he sent me to help out.

Today, I caught 187 prisoners, what about you?"

Upon hearing this, 'Bullhorn' waved his hand and said, "We from Team E don't need prisoners, because we usually can't hear what they're crying about."

'Bullhorn' then curiously asked, "Why would you go and capture prisoners? You don't seem like someone who has the patience for that."

'Rhino', after sharing out the cigarettes to Manlo and a few other turned hunters, then said with a sneer, "Ndele needs enough labor; there's this idiot Prince who complained too much about the road construction.

I have to get him more people to work on the road, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll end up killing him.

The way that guy whines about everything is so damn annoying!"

'Bullhorn' paused, then realized that 'Rhino' must be talking about their boss's friend, Prince Sayyid.

That rich Prince indeed had a bad image in the eyes of the rank-and-file soldiers, but you can't help that the guy is loaded with cash...

Now even the brutal 'Rhino' is bowing to money, which shows how much the rich Prince has thrown around in Ndele!

Looking at the line of prisoners, 'Bullhorn' hesitated and said, "These people are all mercenaries; is it really appropriate to have them working on roads? It could easily cause problems if not managed properly."

'Rhino' smirked upon hearing this and said, "It's easy to make them obey!

If they make a mistake, they'll have something taken from their bodies!

Based on my experience, even the toughest guys rarely make more than two mistakes."

'Bullhorn' looked at 'Rhino', who was radiating with menacing energy, and subconsciously swallowed his saliva...

Team E had a lot of psychos, but compared to these old jungle soldiers, E's mentally disturbed fellas were practically like obedient children.

With sympathy for the prisoners who still didn't know their fate, 'Bullhorn' shook his head and said, "Those who are still alive are the lucky ones, it's a shame they pissed off the wrong guy, and now even their 'luck' has to be discounted."

After this, 'Bullhorn' looked at 'Rhino' and said, "We're heading to Nova City tomorrow, so we'll leave this place to your hunters. You won't have a problem with that, will you?"

'Rhino' slapped Manlo on the shoulder and then said to 'Bullhorn', "I'll go with you. I once talked to Setaka, and I told him that if he ever crossed us, I'd personally rip his heart out.

I mean what I say!"

..........

Joe Ga sat in the command room's chair, half-heartedly dealing with President Francois.

The orderly northern battlefield could no longer capture Joe Ga's attention; ever since he returned, he had been fixated on the jungle to the south...

The unmanned airships had monitored the river routes within the Congo Jungle for a whole day, but no suspicious vessels were found; Father's side also didn't have any more news.

Joe Ga knew he was sometimes overly impatient, but he just couldn't contain the eagerness for combat inside him.

Someone had issued a challenge, and Joe Ga immediately wanted to strike back!

But without an opponent emerging, Joe Ga didn't have many options.

After hearing President Francois cough for the third time, Joe Ga sighed and said, looking at the President, "Buddy, just say what you've got to say!"

Francois, after some thought, said, "Hu Lang, when are you planning to take Nova City?

I might need to do a bit of preparation!"

On hearing this, Joe Ga curiously asked, "What are you planning to do?"

Francois straightened his collar and said earnestly, "Hu Lang, Nova City is Central Africa's diamond trading hub; I need to talk to those diamond traders right after Nova is taken.

The way Nova City has been running itself has caused Central Africa to lose a lot of tax revenue from diamond trade—it can't go on like this."

As he spoke, Francois looked at Joe Ga, who had a weird expression, and laughing, said, "Hu Lang, I can delegate the task of tax collection to P·B; are you willing to take it?"

Joe Ga rolled his eyes and said, "Such a job that offends people should be done by you, the President; I just want charge of public order management in Nova City from Vito!"

Francois laughed and said, "You know I don't have money, so what do you want? A diamond mine?"

Joe Ga, annoyed, said, "Dream on, I don't want your mines anymore; I want cash, five million dollars a year in cash.

And you must commit to investing half of the diamond tax revenue back into the construction around Sangha Town.

The progress there is too slow; I damn well want to see my iron mine making money sooner!

I want to sell the high-rises I've planned out early; that's where the real fortune lies!!"