Chapter 631 Pirates! (Second Update!)

Sada, Yemen.

This is a province in northern Yemen, with Saudi Arabia to the north. The central city of this province is also called Saada.

The warm and humid air currents from the Red Sea, the Mediterranean Sea and the Indian Ocean are intercepted by the mountains here, bringing down the pitiful rain, and finally giving birth to these cities in a valley.

At this moment, in the mountainous area southwest of Saada, several people are standing on the top of the mountain, fiddling with the signal antenna in their hands.

After a long time, the person holding the phone found that the mobile phone in his hand finally had a signal.

He quickly dialed the number just now and roared into the phone: "What did you say just now? I didn't hear it clearly."

"What? Speak louder, the signal here is not good."

"Go to a place with better signal? The signal in Saada city is very good, do you want to go?"

After some difficult communication, the person holding the phone finally figured out what the person on the other end of the phone wanted to say.

After writing down what the other party wanted to say one by one, several people quickly dismantled the signal antenna, carried it on their shoulders, and went down the mountain as quickly as possible.

After walking a distance along the valley, a small village hidden in the valley quietly appeared.

The village was full of roads and paths, with no sound of chickens or dogs, and no yellow-haired or young people. The occasional figure flashed by, quietly busy with his own work, making the village look like a ghost village.

As soon as a few people walked to the entrance of the village, a black gun poked out from the mud wall at the entrance of the village, followed by a question:

"Command!"

"Kill the American guy! Return the order!"

"Kill the lackey president!"

The black muzzle of the gun was retracted, and the entrance of the village returned to its quiet appearance, as if everything just now was just a dream.

The few people carrying the equipment set out again and walked deep into the village. On the way, the man carrying the battery suddenly spoke, looking a little irritated:

"I don't know why this command was made. It's troublesome every time I go in and out of the village."

"He also said something about learning, and not messing with the president's lackeys. I suspect he is the president's lackey."

His words aroused the approval of several people around him. After all, no one likes to be suddenly pointed at by someone when they go in and out.

After they finished speaking, the person in charge of holding the phone suddenly spoke:

"You are in trouble when you go in and out, what about the spies who sneak in from outside? Will they be more troublesome?"

"Instructor Salar has his own intentions in teaching these. Our current task is to learn and improve ourselves."

"Forget what you said today. I will pretend that I didn't hear it."

"If there is a next time, I will do it to you personally. Listen carefully."

After scolding their teammates, they also walked to the mosque in the village. The man holding the phone walked into the mosque, and the rest of the people stayed where they were, waiting for the man to come out.

On the carpet in the lobby of the mosque, several Arabs who looked only in their 30s, each holding a branch, were pointing at a map in the middle of them.

From time to time, they also made a few comments.

"According to the textbooks that Salar brought back, if we want to deal with that president, we must have our own base."

"Sada Province is good. There is enough land and rain here."

"With these, we can ensure basic food supply."

"And Saudi Arabia is to the north. If the Saudis make trouble, we can cross the border and deal with them."

"It is very convenient to train troops."

"Chief Duleman is right. We are still too weak now. We must organize our organizational structure and army before Saudi Arabia reacts."

"Indeed, as long as we complete the construction of the organizational structure and the organization of the army, even if Saudi Arabia attacks, we will We also have the strength to fight. "

"In addition, we need to allocate some manpower to support the brothers who disguised themselves as pirates. In less than half a month, they successfully hijacked two English merchant ships and three American merchant ships, which brought us a total of 6.7 million US dollars in revenue, as well as some other materials. We can continue on this path. "

"I oppose this matter. I think that if we do this, in the words of Salar, we will be played with in the palm of our hands. We are Arabs, and our blood does not allow us to be played with like this. "

A very abrupt voice appeared in the midst of the voices of the crowd, which made the originally lively discussion scene completely quiet.

Next to him, the man who had been waiting with his mobile phone also took the opportunity to come to Duleman and repeat what he had just heard on the phone.

After retelling the content, he stepped aside and stood there quietly, like a wooden sculpture.

The two did not deliberately lower their voices, so the rest of the people could naturally hear clearly.

And the man who had just raised objections, after listening to the content of the conversation between the two, still stiffened his neck and objected.

Hearing the objection again, the rest of the people all turned their eyes to the leader, Duleman, to know what the leader thought about this matter.

After all, the leader of an organization largely determines the development direction of the organization and its future development potential.

Being watched by everyone, Duleman shook his head slightly, and then asked everyone:

"Do you know the country of Gambia?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other, and then fell into deep thought.

They didn't understand why the leader mentioned this country at this time.

After carefully thinking and reminiscing, a group of people suddenly discovered that they seemed to have no impression of this country at all.

No, this really shouldn't be the case.

At this time, the Arab on Duleman's left stood up and left through the door on the left.

A few minutes later, the Arab came back with a map in his arms.

Putting the map among several people, they began to search for Gambia on the map.

We found Asia from Europe, America from Asia, Oceania and Antarctica, and finally we found the country Gambia in the northwest corner of Africa.

Looking at this country that was run through by a river, several people frowned subconsciously.

The geographical location of this country is actually a little bit better.

But the problem is that this country is run through by a river. Once a major flood occurs, it will be in vain.

Also, in such a country, why would the leader mention it?

In this bad position, who would be tempted to get him?

Most likely it’s not necessary!

There is no profit from doing it. It is a waste of time, manpower, financial resources and energy.

For a moment, a look of disgust appeared on the faces of the people sitting around the edge of the map.

Disgusted by this scene, the leader Duleman slowly raised his head and showed a warm smile.

It's just that his smile is buried in his beard, making it hard to see clearly.

Others also saw the leader's actions at this time and cast their eyes over one after another. Under the gaze of these people, Duleman slowly spoke:

"This country called The Gambia has no say in the international community. They once made bold claims to flatten the Soviet Union, flatten Europe, flatten America, and flatten ninety-nine percent of the countries in the world."

"But when others heard what they said, they just laughed it off."

"Do you know why?" At this moment, Duleman's eyes became extremely sharp. After looking at the people around him with this look, he explained again:

"The reason is that they are very weak! They are so weak that if America does not provide funds in the morning, their president will have to beg for food in the afternoon, because those soldiers will not go with him to beg for food."

"The world is big, but the world is also small."

"This world is a game played by the big powers, and everyone else is a pawn in the hands of the big powers."

"Some chess pieces have value, and some chess pieces, like Gambia."

“It’s so sticky even if I get it!”

"Unfortunately, we are also in this state, but compared with Gambia, we have an advantage."

"And that advantage lies in the Red Sea and the Gulf of Aden."

"Our current task is to improve ourselves and become the most dazzling chess piece on the game board. Only by proving our worth can we be qualified to bargain."

"Pretending to be pirates is part of our bargain. If we give up even this, there will be no follow-up."

"Maybe one day in the future we will be able to take the lead, but the problem is that none of us knows, when will that day come?"

"Before that day comes, how many compatriots do we need to sacrifice, and how much blood do we have to shed?"

Several questions in a row kept the rest of the people in awe.

They wanted to answer, but they didn't know how.

They also want to know when that day will come, and they also want to know whether their persistence and following will be realized in the end.

However, there was still no answer.

Because even senior leaders like them cannot guarantee that they will survive until that day.

In the silence, Duleman slowly raised his hand and said softly:

"Now, we will vote on the pirate mission. I agree to follow the opinions left by Salal to attack and kidnap American, English, and Israeli merchant ships."

His voice was gentle, and the raised right hand stood beside him, impartial and tireless, looking more like a wooden sculpture.

Several other people looked at his raised hand, and then looked at the map on the ground. Not only when they landed in the country of Gambia, the remaining people also raised their hands one after another.

In the end, even the man who spoke out against it voted in favor.

After the vote was passed, Duleman asked someone to write down the task, turned around, and began to select the strongest people in the organization.

Pirates, pirates, if they want to operate at sea, if their combat effectiveness is poor, it will naturally not work.

After an afternoon of selection, a 20-member "special team" set out from Saada Province and headed south, and their goal was Hodeidah Province.

To be more precise, it is the Hanish Islands opposite Hodeidah Governorate.

This small archipelago lies across the Red Sea, with the open Red Sea to the north and the gradually closing mouth of the Red Sea to the south.

Naturally suitable for ambushes.

Meanwhile, on the Hanish Islands.

As the sky gradually darkened, a group of Arabs hiding underground walked out of their hiding tunnel, looked up at the moon in the sky, and then looked at the quiet Red Sea in the distance.

There is not much water on the Hanish Islands, which also results in not many people on the entire archipelago.

Coupled with the unique geographical location, it is simply the perfect place for an ambush.

A group of people had a quick meal and then quickly headed to the beach to gather.

After getting on the boat, the group of people began to work together.

Some of them went to Hodeidah, more than 80 kilometers to the north, to purchase supplies, while the rest took small boats and wandered the sea, looking for ships to start with.

As night fell, a ship flying the English flag slowly emerged from the Red Sea in the north. The recent market was on the sea.

Even though it was dark, Captain Ed did not dare to be negligent.

Because from December last year to the first half of this year, many English ships were attacked in this ghost place.

Those damn pirates did nothing, they just smashed the ship, took money if they could, and smashed it if they couldn't.

Some people thought about dispatching warships to deal with these people, but these ghosts were too flexible. Before the warships arrived, these dogs ran away again.

Therefore, many ship operators have chosen to detour around the Cape of Good Hope, not wanting to be the unlucky one.

At this moment, a strange sound came from the ship's radar display.

Several fast-moving targets were approaching quickly from the sea.

I hope they are not pirates!

Ed thought so in his heart, and he sounded the alarm, then picked up the telescope and stood by the porthole, looking at the sea in the distance in silence.

As the saying goes, good things don't work, but bad things do.

Under his gaze, under the moonlight, several white lines crossed the sea, and Ed's hanging heart finally died.

Pirates!

There were a total of 4 speedboats, and at the bow of each speedboat, there stood a strong man, and what the strong man was carrying was RPG7.

An enduring equipment that has been severely tested in war.

Before the people arrived, the rockets arrived first.

The rockets under the night sky looked very obvious, dragging white smoke, and a little bit of fire, hitting the side of the ship at the fastest speed.

Boom boom boom!

Four explosions sounded in a row, and Ed didn't bother to check the losses, and directly chose to raise the white flag to surrender.

A few minutes later, pirates wearing American military camouflage, dust-proof camouflage cloth wrapped on their heads, holding AKs in their hands, looking like American soldiers and a bit like Soviet soldiers climbed onto the ship.

Their faces were covered with dust-proof camouflage cloth, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Without seeing their expressions, he naturally couldn't proceed to the next step.

Ed wanted to try a few more words, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was blocked by a gun barrel.

The man who raised the gun to block his mouth, after threatening with a fierce look, squatted in front of Ed and asked in standard London English: "Do you choose to pay? Or die?"

No one wants to die. Ed is also a human being, so he is naturally the same. He raised his hands high and explained as quickly as possible:

"Sir, I will cooperate with you to ask for ransom, but you need to promise that you can't hurt innocent people."

"Innocent?" Chewing on this word, the Arab leader suddenly showed a bright smile, then picked up the butt of the gun in his hand and hit Ed hard.

With a snap, blood began to flow from his forehead.

After hitting this person, the leader carefully selected for a long time, called out two strong men, and then another butt of the gun, and these two people also began to bleed.

After doing all this, he turned around and faced the camera looking at him, and said sternly: "You can choose not to pay, and the price is their death."