Heaven-Sent Reinforcements

The helicopters had barely landed when a squad of soldiers swiftly jumped out through the open cabin doors.

Fifteen helicopters, each carrying a dozen or so soldiers, made for a total of around two hundred men.

There were not many of them, but once they rapidly formed up, their imposing presence overwhelmed the old chief's several hundred ragtag troops in the distance. Even Mumu's tribal forces paled in comparison.

Originally, Mumu's tribal forces had already looked formidable in front of the old chief's motley soldiers.

But when the true elite appeared, the old chief finally understood what "elite troops and capable commanders" really meant!

Every Wagner soldier who stepped off the helicopters stood over six foot three, broad and powerfully built, the kind of men who looked dangerous at a glance.

But that was secondary. What was even more astonishing was their equipment.

Every one of them wore the same camouflage bulletproof helmet and matching combat uniform. They were all even equipped with body armor!

Black balaclavas covered them from beneath their helmets down to their necks, leaving only their eyes exposed.

Black combat boots, tactical gloves—even their hands were covered!

Each man held an AKS-74U compact assault rifle in his arms.

Honestly, the old chief had only ever seen soldiers like this on television...

This was how the special forces of the powerful Western nations looked when they made an appearance.

In Burkina Faso, even the Presidential Guard was nowhere close to this level!

Not to mention those tribal forces below.

And behind these elite troops stood a dark, endless row of heavy helicopters and light armored vehicles, adding an even more grim and murderous air to the scene.

The old chief stared at the sight before him in terror, swallowed, and asked Mumu quietly, "This... are you sure