Getting rid of Long Yun and Lao Yu's attack team, the rebels who rushed out of the village were all secretly glad that they were not facing government troops, nor the African Union peacekeeping force that had only been involved in the past year, but the top mercenaries sent by the Military Strategic Resources Company.

The lieutenant officer who led the retreat of the rebels, Mendis, had been in Sierra Leone for six years to join the rebels of the Allied Front and knew the chaos in Sierra Leone all the time.

The most popular in the land is South Africa's Universal (EO) company, which sent 300 mercenaries to Sierra Leone, all of the best of the best, the best of the best.

Since these mercenaries fought for the government forces, the rebels, who had been triumphant, began to suffer from the depletion of several diamond-rich areas, and the situation went down, and this year they finally had to sign a ceasefire agreement with the government forces under the mediation of the African Union.

Among Magnum's many mercenary teams, an outsourced team called the Ghost Team is the most famous. It is rumored that the leader of this mercenary team is of Chinese descent, consisting of seven big men and a warped/hip girl.

In a few-to-many battle in Freetown, the Phantom team unknowingly infiltrated the rebel camp of thousands of people, and a bomb detonated the entire ammunition depot of the rebels, causing the rebels who had the advantage to be in a big mess, and finally had to flee.

In the aftermath, the leader of the Alliance Front, Kosan, gritted his teeth with hatred and offered a reward of $1 million for the head of Long Yun, a member of the Ghost Team who blew up the ammunition depot and cost him the finest diamond mine.

There will be brave men under the great reward. There were actually people who went to assassinate the ghost team, and every one of them came back alive.

Especially Long Yun, who has a code name ghost in the ghost group. Although this man is not the captain, he is the soul of the team, and it is because of his participation that the ghost team has become famous in the circle of African mercenaries.

Those who fall into the hands of the ghost group will eventually become insane even if they are not killed, and it is said that they have all been tortured to extract confessions, and compared to these madmen, Kosan's "short or long sleeve" trick seems a bit pediatric.

The thought that what might have happened to him was the ghost group made Mendis feel a chill run in the back of his head, and cold sweat trickled down his spine.

"Retreat, retreat!" Mendis brandished his pistol and almost jumped to his feet and yelled at his men.

Out of the village, you only need to run over 50 meters of dwarf shrubs to enter the dense primeval forest. After the rain, the primeval forest is shrouded in fog, which looks a little hazy and hideous.

But at this moment, in Mendis's eyes, this forest is simply a paradise of wonderland, as long as he sneaks into the jungle, with the ability of these professional mercenaries who make a living in the jungle all year round, what can even the ghost team do with themselves?

He even began to think about how to report to his boss when he returned to the base camp, it was not a shame to be defeated by the ghost team, and Kosan had always been obsessed with destroying this mysterious outsourcing team.

Perhaps, with the strength of the entire "Skeleton Regiment", they can be annihilated in one fell swoop, because they have discovered the traces of the ghost group, how can the one million bounty be spread out to themselves.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Forty meters......

Thirty meters......

Twenty meters ......

As the forest drew closer, Mendis's tense nerves finally relaxed.

A strange sound like a motor start-up rang out in the woods. Dense and short, it is so dense and short that it almost becomes a state of beeping.

In the back of Mendis's years of presence, it was a familiar voice, but it couldn't be remembered for a moment. In 1993, others participated in the entire operation to block the US special forces in Somalia.

A thunderbolt flashed through his mind, and he finally remembered what it was......

"It's over......"

The last thought flashed through his mind in despair, and the forest in front of him was like a gust of wind blowing on the flat ground, like the flapping wings of death, sweeping past all the panicked rebel soldiers.

The motor sound of the XM214.

The Polar Bear's XM214 has been specially modified to reduce the rate of fire by lowering the motor voltage and allowing recoil to reach a manageable range.

Even so, this modified Gatling gun still fires 600 rounds per minute.5 NATO bullets of 56 caliber.

The bear-like strong Chechen man with an XM214 in his hand frantically fanned out the rebels fleeing from the village, and the dense muzzle bullets formed a line of fire in the air, weaving into a powerful net of fire, destroying everywhere he went, like the devil terminator in the movie.

The dense barrage tore shreds the bushes, the thick trees were easily cut off by the waist, and the dozens of rebel soldiers who fled the village were swept into a hornet's nest by the rain of bullets before they could react.

At a distance of more than thirty meters, under the high-speed strafing of XM214, the survival rate of organisms in the fan-shaped area in front of them is almost zero. The terrifying rain of bullets was like a long curved sickle in the hands of the Grim Reaper, constantly harvesting the lives of Mendis and his men, and the severed limbs and arms were swept everywhere by the huge impact, and the blood spurted out, and was drenched by the rain, falling one after another, like a rain of blood.

The scene in front of you is simply a purgatory on earth!

After a minute, everything was calm.

Polar Bear Shasa finally let go of the motor button, and the six barrels of the XM214 were still rapidly idling, and the rain fell on the barrels, burning a cloud of mist.

He forcefully pulled out his right foot that had been stuck in the mud, although the XM214 has been modified, but it still produces up to 110 kg of recoil when firing continuously, ordinary people can't control it at all, if it is not mounted on a tripod or armored car, ordinary people will be shocked to the ground as long as they press the motor to launch it for less than ten seconds.

But for polar bears, it's a piece of cake. When he was serving in the Soviet army, he once lifted a military jeep stuck in the mud out of trouble, and has been called "polar bear" ever since, which means as strong as a polar bear.

Lao Yu led people to the entrance of the village, although everyone had been mentally prepared, they were still startled by the tragic scene in front of them. This was the first time they had seen the power of the XM214 Nimigang cannon, which the Polar Bear had been using before, and had only bought the XM214 miniature cannon at a high price from an American arms dealer a month earlier.

"Oh! Oh, God! The poet couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This is simply a massacre, too cruel." ”

The king could not help but tease the poet: "You can say cruelty? When you play dummy, you don't feel cruel at all. Poet, you bastard can really pretend to be the Virgin Mary. ”

No one wants to look at the mountains of corpses anymore, because there are simply not a few alive mouths. A few of the guys who had not yet died were wriggling and wailing on the ground like worms, and Long Yun stepped forward and shot each one according to their vital points.

Rather than die of torture like this, it is better to have a happy ending, which is the unique mercy of the battlefield.

Back in the village, the rebel officer, who had been shot three times by the crosshairs, had shed a lot of blood, but was not dead, and was lying on the ground wailing, covered in mud and water, and his clothes were covered in mud and water, just like a pig rolling in a pigsty, and it was a world of difference from the majestic situation just now.

"You ...... Kill...... Kill me! The rebel officer arched his head to the ground, gnawed on a mouthful of mud, spat out a mouthful of sewage and begged: "Come, it's a man, give me a good time!" ”

"Want to die? It's not that easy! Lao Yu instructed the team members: "You two are responsible for guarding, man's wife, you and the poet go to see if there are any villagers alive in the house, gather them together, so as not to run around, if there is an injury that can be saved, save it, forget if it is too heavy, give him two morphine and let him die early, so as not to suffer a living sin." ”

The poet shook his head and said: "Boss, morphine is not easy to deal with, this barren mountain and wild mountains, it is difficult for us to replenish it when we run out, and there are so many villagers...... I think it's better to forget it. ”

"Why don't you go and give each of them a shot?" The old fish knew that the poet was telling the truth, but he couldn't help but lose his temper: "The bullets are enough, right? ”

Long Yun pulled out the medical kit on his tactical vest and threw two boxes of four morphine boxes to the man's wife.

"You can use my morphine."

Lao Yu looked at Long Yun, as if he had something to say, but in the end he didn't say anything, waved his hand and said, "You guys hurry up and clean up the battlefield, Long Yun and I are here to collect information." ”

When the people left, Lao Yu turned his head and looked at the rebel officer who was hissing and inhaling on the ground: "What's your name?" ”

The rebel officers looked hesitantly, as if they could not decide whether to answer the question or not.

Bang!

The old fish raised his hand and shot him.