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Chapter 310 Forest Raid
In the early morning, a thick fog blanketed the rainforest.

An armed group of over a hundred men was staggering as they fled into the depths of the woods.

The leader, a Black man with the rank of major, was staring blankly at the rainforest with extremely low visibility, his parched lips greedily inhaling the moist air.

"Colonel Bartham! We've been running for a day and a night, and it seems the enemy has no chance of catching up." A captain next to him was panting heavily, his face filled with anxiety as he kept looking back in the direction they had come from.

Having just suffered a defeat and lost over 400 men, Batum, upon hearing his subordinate's reminder, also felt his legs go weak and leaned against a large tree. He then said to the remaining soldiers, "Then let's rest here...!"

They are an armed branch of the Free Congo Army.

Due to the recent large-scale insurgency in eastern Democratic Republic of Congo, various armed groups have been fighting each other for control of mineral resources and the population of villages and towns in Tanganyika Province.

Since the fighting broke out months ago, several tribes and more than a thousand people have been killed or wounded in the rebellion.

Of course, the fighting ability of the African men is not much better than that of the pampered soldiers in the Middle East.

Apart from a few families who had studied abroad in a certain major Eastern country and had taken traditional Chinese medicine from Baoding, the rest of the small armed forces like Batum, with only a few hundred people, would basically be overwhelmed as soon as a battle started.

Most of the soldiers lost were not killed in direct firefights, but fled on their own upon hearing the gunfire, or surrendered and joined the enemy.

In short, under such an 'excellent' matching mechanism, there are similar armed groups throughout Africa, with warlords ruling their own territories and taking over mountain strongholds.

Normally, when these armed groups aren't fighting, they mostly bully ordinary people and extort money and bribes from foreign businessmen who come to invest.

If a major armed group receives aid from the West and starts causing trouble, then small armed groups like Colonel Bartham's will be in big trouble.

After a battle, the team suffered losses of up to four-fifths of its personnel.

To gather a decent army again would take many more years of hard work.

After all, the Democratic Republic of Congo is incredibly poor, with a GDP per capita of only $649.1, making it one of the world's least developed countries.

Most of the profitable mineral resources are firmly monopolized by international mining giants. They can't squeeze any profit out of ordinary people, so they can only take the route of annexing other small armed groups to strengthen themselves.

Looking at the hundred or so remaining soldiers gathered around him, Batum even considered disbanding them on the spot and finding an opportunity to withdraw his savings from the bank and go abroad to become a rich man.

That way, one might live to be seventy or eighty, which is better than dying a confused death on the battlefield.

However, just as Bartham was appearing in the sky, a rustling sound suddenly came from the seemingly utterly silent rainforest.

"That sound... is it raining?" Bartham looked up at the dense leaves, intending to lick some rainwater and dew to quench his thirst.

This is basic common sense for surviving on the African continent.

The streams and rivers in the forest should not be touched, as they are full of parasites and deadly bacteria. Drinking them can easily lead to infection with diseases such as malaria and schistosomiasis.

However, before Bartom could even remove the leaf from his head...

Suddenly, a dozen burly, yellow-skinned men armed with AK47s sprang out from the surrounding fog and pointed their guns at the fleeing soldiers.

The entire team was in an uproar, and several quick-reacting Black soldiers even drew their guns, ready to retaliate.

"Don't move! Cover your head and squat down!"

"Hands up!"

The burly man at the head of the group roared in fluent English.

Then came dozens of gunshots as AK47 bullets flew towards the fleeing soldiers.

Surprisingly, the bullets did not kill any of the Black soldiers, but instead knocked the guns out of their hands and shattered them.

The close-range, pinpoint disarmament terrified the entire team of over a hundred soldiers, who all covered their heads and lay prone on the ground.

As for Colonel Bartham, who was leading the group, he immediately dropped to the ground, carefully examining the weapons that had been shot down on his side, thinking to himself, "Where the hell did these armed men come from?"

"Chinese special forces?" "Aiming their bullets at our guns and firing?"

Are they the embodiment of James Bond?

Colonel Bartham was quite surprised by the marksmanship of these burly men in black suits!

My mind was filled with question marks.

An armed force of over a hundred men was disarmed at close range by a dozen bodyguards.

And the whole process takes no more than 15 seconds!
If he hadn't received professional special forces training, Batum wouldn't believe it!

In fact, after these iron golems changed into the [Professional Bodyguard] skin, their shooting skills had already reached a level comparable to elite soldiers and top snipers.

Let alone 007, even Batman would have to cower in front of the Iron Golem.

Coupled with their superhuman reaction speed and attack intervals, disarming this group of routed soldiers who had no will to fight was almost effortless.

Of course, after seeing this group of unfamiliar yellow-skinned armed men disarm him, Batum felt a sense of relief.

Because these yellow-skinned Asians have always had a good reputation in Africa.

As long as they weren't indiscriminately shot and slaughtered, it was better than falling into the hands of those insurgents who were also Black.

“Um…Sir…” After observing for a moment, Batum decided to communicate with the group of bodyguards of unknown origin to find out who they were.

He couldn't fathom what could be so hidden away in this Tibetan region of Tanganyika Province.

Before he could even ask the question, a middle-aged man with a large nose emerged from the mist in the distance.

"They were all disarmed without firing a single shot?"

"What kind of combat skills are these?!" Old Shang couldn't help but complain.

He originally intended to demonstrate to his boss the combat effectiveness of the iron golems when armed with light weapons through a close-quarters firefight.

In the end, only a few dozen shots were fired, destroying a bunch of scrap metal, and not a drop of blood was seen.

This forced Lao Shang to step in and find out how to deal with the disarmed militants.

"Your name is Bartom, right?"

"What is your purpose in bringing so many troops into the mining area contracted by our Cube Group?"

"Who gave you the information?"

"If you can't give me a straight answer, I'll send you all to mine copper!" The old merchant began questioning each of them in fluent French.

When Batum learned that a Chinese company had contracted to mine deep in the rainforest, he was dumbfounded!

It turns out that those who disarmed them weren't regular troops, but rather a private armed force belonging to a company.

Even more strangely, the high-grade copper mines in Tanganyika Province are controlled by large, influential organizations and institutions.

This rainforest is a no-man's-land, and even if there are minerals, most of them are abandoned mines with no mining value.

A privately owned armed company with top-notch marksmen has come all the way from China to mine in this remote, uninhabited place with no water or electricity – it all seems incredibly strange.

After explaining the basic situation of his team, Batum hurriedly said, "Mr. Shang! I know of a medium-grade copper mine nearby! And the reserves are quite substantial!"

"No one else knows about that copper mine except me!"

"Your company wants a copper mine, right? Let me meet your boss! I want to sell it to your Cube Company!"

(End of this chapter)