Automotive Black Technology Chapter 347: ：Fuck the rules of engagement

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With a body as large as the Knight Fifteen, it is painted in eye-catching United Nations white. Under the scorching sun, it was impossible not to be discovered.

A few black men who could barely be said to be armed personnel immediately felt that something was wrong after they discovered that this behemoth was heading straight towards them.

After a brief noise, they quickly hid behind the village fence. Relying on the shield of those children, I poked my head behind and looked at the white beast not far away.

And those children who were their targets a moment ago have now become their shields.

You really can't call these people stupid.

After observing the size and speed of Knight Fifteen, they immediately made the most correct choice; from their limited knowledge, these people also knew that only hostages were their best protection.

Zhang Dafu braked and stood still. Almost at the same time, he opened the car door with Hao Shuai, picked up his rifle and relied on the car door as a cover to confront them. After seeing the two of them, the child hanging on the fence finally had a glimmer of light in his eyes. What followed was a cry for help mixed with faint moans.

Although they could not quite understand the local language spoken by these children as they cried, both Zhang Dafu and Hao Shuai saw the hope of living in the children's eyes.

Seeing this scene, Dafu’s back molars were bleeding!

"Click!"

With the unique sound of the bolt of the Type 95 assault rifle, Dafu immediately pointed the muzzle at a black man who had half of his body popped out.

"Dafu! Don't be impulsive!" Hao Shuai heard the sound of a bullet being loaded and immediately turned around and shouted.

Peacekeeping troops are disciplined.

According to the "Rules of Firefight", in local conflicts, peacekeepers must adopt absolute neutrality according to the rules and are not allowed to engage in firefights with any force without authorization. The right to self-defense only exists when the life safety of peacekeepers is seriously threatened.

Zhang Dafu's eyes widened in anger, and he let the salty sweat on his forehead flow into his eyes, still staring at the **** behind the fence.

Those who can go abroad to perform peacekeeping missions are soldiers selected from the ace troops in several major domestic military regions. Even though he was an engineer, Zhang Dafu had absolute confidence that he could hit the target with one shot and kill that sneaky guy.

"You kill the two on the right, and leave the three on the left to me!" He growled, seeming to have forgotten that he was just a corporal.

Hao Shuai had never seen the honest and honest Dafu look like this. Seeing Zhang Dafu's cheeks twitching and the corners of his mouth being bitten by teeth and bleeding, he reminded him loudly again: "Dafu! Don't be impulsive, we must abide by discipline. ! Don’t forget that we are a peacekeeping force! Don’t mess with our mission!”

After he yelled, seeing Zhang Dafu's red eyes finally regaining some clarity, he quickly picked up the satellite phone and reported the current situation to Deputy Wu.

Behind the fence, the so-called "militiamen" of Jane Weigard saw that the two men had not made any move, and immediately felt at ease.

The leader, a burly black man, took courage, grabbed a child in front of him, and stood up.

Seeing him stand up, a thin man next to him pulled him, "Mossaike, what do you want to do?"

"Don't worry Pangdi, these yellow-skinned monkeys are very timid. As long as we don't shoot at them, they won't dare to fight back."

As if to verify his words and prove his bravery. Mosaiketi held the child who was struggling due to suffocation like a little chicken, turned his nose to the sky, and made a fierce motion of wiping the neck of Zhang Dafu, who was facing him with the muzzle of the gun.

Such a provocation requires no words at all.

Seeing that the two men were still glaring but did not fire, Mosaic immediately raised his chin at his companions proudly. He took the next step and picked up a child again. Using the two children in his hands as human shields, he swaggered towards a pickup truck parked on the side of the road.

After testing it out and feeling that there was no danger, the people behind him also laughed arrogantly and followed Mosaic.

Hao Shuai is about to collapse.

Under such circumstances, Deputy Wu had no right to issue orders, and his call was directly transferred to the camp. The person who answered the phone now was the political commissar who had just completed the support mission and returned to the camp.

"Hao Shuai, don't fire! Repeat, don't fire!"

"Political Commissar, why!?" Seeing the child who was about to suffocate to death in the black man's hands, Hao Shuai's voice was filled with tears.

"Jane Weigard is a strongly racist organization. If we fight with them, they will put the blame on Zarragawa Village! Do you still remember what happened in Naksuwu Village? As long as If you resist, they will get more crazy provocations and revenge, and more people will lose their lives! We are here to maintain peace, not to cause killing! Hao Shuai, execute my order!"

"Yes! Political Commissar!"

The mania sweeping through his entire mind from the bottom of his heart has brought Zhang Dafu to the edge of collapse, "Hao Shuai, what did the superior say?"

Hao Shuai put down his satellite phone dejectedly and said, "No exchange of fire."

"Grandma Rixie! Give me the phone and I'll talk to the company commander!"

"Not the company commander, but the political commissar!"

"Why!"

"In order to maintain peace, in order not to cause killings, in order to...save more lives..." At the end of the sentence, Hao Shuai himself lost his confidence.

Unlike Zhang Dafu, he arrived in Sudan with the army directly after graduating from the military academy.

The scene in front of him reminded him of the ethical paradox he discussed with his classmates in the military academy; a runaway train drove at high speed into a railway station with only two tracks; there was a person on one track, and there was a person on the other track. There are five people. The station manager only has one chance to change his track. Which track should the train take?

At that time, Hao Shuai could answer calmly: let the train go on the original track and hit and kill the people who should have died. Because changing the track would mean that the station manager murdered someone on the other track.

But now, seeing those children who were already dying, he was shaken by his answer.

Unlike his thoughts that have been washed by philosophical theories, Zhang Dafu is obviously more practical.

He used his rage to say what Hao Shuai had always wanted to say to the political commissar but had not said it.

Dafu's face was distorted, and it was hard to tell whether the water stains on his face were sweat or tears. He roared like an angry bear, "Fuck you!"

With the pronunciation of "fart", spit foam mixed with sweat spurted out far away. He held the rifle with one hand, pointed at the children in front of him with the other, and shouted in a louder voice: "Isn't that life? Isn't that **** life?! If you can't even protect these, how can you maintain the peace of Grandma Xie!"

At this moment, Mosaike and his party had already boarded the dilapidated pickup truck.

Mosaike looked at the two people hiding behind the car door and made an extremely exaggerated mocking expression.

Having made up his mind that as long as he didn't take the initiative to attack, he would be fine. Mosaike threw the valueless child out of the car.

With two muffled sounds, the two children fell heavily to the ground, whimpering in pain.

Then he sat in the driver's seat. Ignition, start.

Maybe it was intentional, or maybe he didn't care about the two lives next to the car. He turned the steering wheel fiercely, and the pickup truck slid with a very large turning radius, hitting the child next to the car.

There was not even a scream. The skinny and shameless person, who had probably never experienced what it was to be well-fed and happy, passed away silently.

Da da da!

Da da da!

Da da da da da da!

Fuck your orders! Fuck peace! Fuck rules of engagement!

The two rifles were never silent again.

Extreme anger makes people ignore everything.

Sixty rounds of bullets poured out, and the three people in the pickup truck were instantly sieved.

After the bullets swept away, Pang Di's pants were already wet. He lay trembling on the passenger seat, wailing and asking: "God! Mosaic! Didn't you say they can't shoot!?"

Mosaike also lowered his body as much as possible and stepped on the accelerator to the floor, so that the pickup truck reached its fastest speed, "You are so stupid! How do I know what they are crazy about this time!"

Pang Di raised his head slightly and quickly glanced at the rearview mirror that was splattered with blood; "Oh my God! Quick! Quick! Quick! They are catching up!"

I saw the white off-road vehicle behind me, approaching quickly like a mad cow that had lost its mind. (To be continued.)