The gunshots that were still ping-pong just now suddenly stopped ringing, and the battlefield was as quiet as in the classroom.

The sailor's completely exposed to the enemy ordered everyone on the SAS side to drop their jaws, and the rebels on the other side, unsurprisingly, were also stunned for a while, no one had ever seen such a soldier, it is no exaggeration to say that the rebel soldier hiding behind the mound had a thought at that moment - this guy is the patient number who escaped from a mental hospital, right?

"Shoot! Shoot this neurotic! After a brief lull, Mengus slapped a rebel soldier on the back of the head, "Hit me hard!" ”

Today's encounter was really enough for him, and he felt that his IQ was really not enough - first he ran into a group of mercenaries who did not want to die, and several of them killed more than 200 of his subordinates in a hard-fought situation, and the desperate charge of the big mercenary almost scared him to the point of.

Finally killed most of the mercenaries, occupied the advantage on the battlefield, and was beaten by the SAS special forces that fell from the sky, and was almost bombed to slag by the "Bobcat" helicopter.

Mengus felt like he was really out of luck. However, in response to an old Chinese saying, disaster does not go alone.

The bad luck isn't over yet.

The rebels' positions burst into gunfire, and the weapons were all hailed at the sailors, and the bullets rained down on the sailors, and even the SAS team members behind them hurriedly lay down to find cover.

Taylor saw this scene in the telescope, and couldn't help frowning and turning his head not to look down, under this kind of firepower, this blonde man was afraid that he would turn into a pile of minced meat in an instant.

However, things were not what Taylor had expected, and soon, he heard explosions coming from the rebel positions.

Raise the binoculars and see that in front of the rebel positions in the distance, the sailors are exactly the cowboy images of Westerns, calmly moving forward while raising their guns and shooting.

Boom –

An armed pickup truck next to the rebel position was blasted more than a meter above the ground and flipped on its side. The rebel soldiers on the side were affected, and the gunfire suddenly became less.

It's not gunfire, it's more like cannonball.

“Oh-my-god！” He couldn't help but exclaim, "High-explosive bombs! ”

As an elite of the special forces, he recognized this strange ammunition at a glance. It's just that he finds it incredible that this high-explosive ammunition was actually fired from those two Zeliska revolvers!

Thinking of the sailor's move of jumping directly from Chinook to the ground just now, Taylor also felt that his IQ was really not enough today, and suddenly understood why the file about the word "Tianmu" company that he had seen twice in the military had a red stamp of "top secret" and was stamped with the words "black-action", which is the highest level of access.

In Taylor's military dictionary, he has never encountered a perfect killing machine comparable to a soldier like the sailor in front of him, and as the commander of the British ace special forces, Taylor has heard some rumors about the government's secret training of super soldiers, but the rumors are just rumors, and they are just exaggerated material in Hollywood movies.

But at this time, he suddenly felt that this might be true, there is some kind of black ops force in the world that he doesn't even know about, even the top SAS is simply a boy scout in front of these people!

Boom –

Boom –

Several pickup trucks were blown up by high-explosive shells fired one after another, and if it weren't for the deliberate mercy of the sailors, I'm afraid that the dozens of rebels behind the mound would have become meat residue.

"You still have one last chance, before I reach your position, come out and raise your hands to surrender, I am a gentleman, and I will never kill the soldiers who surrender."

The sailor shook off the runner of one of the Zeliska pistols, poured out five huge cartridge casings, and the huge yellow cartridge casings fell to the ground, removing the honeycomb loader from the tactical vest, and directly reloading five huge high-explosive shells, the point 60 caliber (28 mm) bullet looked like a cannonball, and the bullet energy could reach four-fifths of that of the big sniper Barrett! Just looking at it makes me feel terrible, and just thinking about the taste of hitting my body makes me feel super sour!

Taylor, who was in the distance, immediately saw this terrifying scene, and immediately realized that this Zeliska revolver may also have been specially modified, the giant pistol that could only be loaded with a single shot was modified to be able to throw out the revolver and reload at one time, and the firepower continuity reached a new height, with the super terrifying firepower, I am afraid that Mengus will soon be blasted into meat sauce.

"Hey! Big! You've got to capture Mengus alive, don't kill him! Taylor couldn't help but press the communicator to alert the western cowboy.

Boom –

Huge flames erupted from the muzzle of the Zeliska pistol, and the high-explosive shell hit the mound like an M203 grenade, blowing up a large cloud of debris.

"I surrender! I give up! ”

"Don't kill me!"

"I'm surrendering, don't fight, please stop fighting!"

The rebel soldiers behind the mound stood up one after another, holding AKs and R4 automatic rifles, almost begging for mercy with a crying voice, and simply knelt on the ground after taking a few steps, not daring to move again.

"Oh God...... Help me......"

All the rebel soldiers were trembling and praying in whispers. In fact, it's no wonder that these soldiers, whoever sees such a terrifying guy will have a nervous breakdown.

Can't be killed, and there are violent firearms, it's like a battlefield harvester. What other explanation could there be than that God had sent him to punish him?

"There's one more!" The sailor looked at his watch, "I don't have time to rub in!" In a hurry! With a click, he pulled the bolt again, raised the massive revolver, and aimed it in the direction of the mound.

All the rebel soldiers who were kneeling on the ground hurriedly made way for fear of affecting themselves, and everyone secretly congratulated themselves that they were just a pawn, and that the leader was still hiding behind the mound, which was the target of this big man.

Boom –

The sailors fired as they went, and with each shot, the rebel soldiers kneeling on either side shook their bodies and lay on the ground like quails, almost peeing their pants in fright.

"Enough! That's enough! I surrendered, don't shoot! Mengus's voice finally rang out, and the last of the rebel colonel's face and self-esteem finally collapsed.

He almost climbed out of the mound, threw away his gun, raised his hands, knelt on the ground and said in a panic: "Don't kill me!" I surrender, I surrender. ”

Taylor ran over with the SAS team and escorted the rebel soldiers onto the trucks that could still move.

Seeing the British officer, Mengus finally grasped the lifesaver and shouted: "Sir, I am Mengus, the colonel chief of the 'Western Boys', I ask you to accept my surrender, according to the Geneva Conventions, I ask to be treated as a prisoner of war!" ”

The Geneva Conventions are a very dark humor that comes out of the mouth of a murderous rebel leader, but Taylor was ordered to take Mengus alive, and his fate should be left to the government of Sierra Leone to organize the trial, not the British.

Phew-

A gunshot rang out, and a ball of blood exploded in Mengus's chest, who was kneeling on the ground, and the man fell backwards, a bullet pierced his lungs, and the blood quickly filled the alveoli, and he began to bleed from the corners of his mouth, writhing on the ground.

“FUCK！” Taylor was startled, and all the SAS members raised their guns to aim at the source of the gunfire—Long Yun held the USP and walked forward slowly, not even looking at the SAS team members who were facing a great enemy.

"Hey!" Taylor rushed forward and blocked Long Yun: "He's a prisoner of war!" You can't kill him! ”

Long Yun pushed Taylor away, and all the SAS team members rushed up to surround Long Yun.

"Put down the gun! Lay down your weapons now! ”

As if he hadn't heard anything, Long Yun walked straight to Mengus, who was struggling on the ground.

"I warn you, don't challenge my bottom line!" Taylor pulled out the P7 pistol from his waist and pressed it against Long Yun's temple, "Ghost! You're just a mercenary, and you don't have the right to dispose of Mengus here! ”

"I said he had the right to dispose of it." Taylor was next to him with the smell of Cuban cigars, white smoke wafting by, and the muzzle of a Zeliska large-caliber revolver pressed against his temple.

High-explosive shells! Even a special forces commander like Lieutenant Colonel Taylor, who has seen a big scene, couldn't help but break out two drops of cold sweat from his forehead when he thought of this chilling word.