Long Yun wanted to rush through the open space to search for the old fish in the opposite house, but as soon as he appeared, he was knocked back by a strafing fire from the rebels, and the bullets hit the earthen wall, tearing off pieces of wall skin, and he was suppressed so that he could not move.

He quickly overturned a wooden table in the room and blocked it against the wall as cover. These walls of dirt appear to be relatively thick, but they are only dirt mixed with dry twigs, which can be easily penetrated by R4 assault rifles, and in some cases, the piercing bullets can be deadly, albeit much less powerful.

"Haha! I'm fine! The old fish's proud voice finally came from the earphones: "Lord Yama still won't accept me!" ”

"Old thing, I knew you weren't that easy to hang on!" Long Yun breathed a sigh of relief and scolded loudly.

The old fish in a room next to the ruins on the opposite side hurriedly rushed to Long Yun in the distance and clenched his fist and made a tactical sign language to stop advancing.

The remaining rebels numbered more than sixty people, and when they saw that the two groups were beaten so that they couldn't raise their heads, the lieutenant officer laughed proudly: "Brothers, go up! Beat them to pulp! ”

Inspired by this, the rebel soldiers rose from behind their concealments and cursed viciously as they swaggered towards the positions of the two assault groups.

"You're not very good! Come out! Come out! ”

"Kill them! Damn bastards! ”

"I'm going to cut off pieces of your flesh with a knife and feed it to the hyenas!"

In the room, the king fought back and joked at Long Yun: "Ghost, are we going to die in this hellish place?" ”

Long Yun changed his magazine and said easily: "Don't worry, even if they come around, I have a way to deal with them." ”

The house where the two teams were located was riddled with bullets, and the old fish was even worse, the house was blown up by an RPG bazooka, and several people were hiding in the rubble and shooting out.

"Take the RPG and kill them!" Seeing that the strong attack could not be passed, the lieutenant immediately gave an order.

RPG is definitely an artifact on the African battlefield, more versatile than the SS-77 heavy machine gun, which can hit pillboxes, light armored vehicles, and low-altitude helicopters.

In 1993, the U.S. military suffered enough from RPGs during Operation "Irene" in Somalia, a total of three Black Hawk helicopters were hit, two "Super-61" and "Super-64" crashed on the spot, and the other staggered and barely escaped back to base. It was also due to the helicopter crash that the Delta Force and the 75 Ranger Regiment of the US Army paid a heavy price in Somalia.

“RPG！” Long Yun roared, grabbed the king and the poet and rushed to the north wall, knocking a large hole in the earthen wall, and the three of them fell into another room.

A second later, the house where he had just been hiding was hit by two RPG rockets and collapsed with a bang. Heavy dust swept into the room, covering the trio in dust.

"How!? You're not dead, are you!? There was some schadenfreude laughter from the old fish in the headphones.

"Old thing, I'm not dead, nothing else, it's just hard!" Long Yun slapped off the thick soil on his head, crouched down to the wall, and saw through the bullet holes that several rebel soldiers began to load the bazooka again, and yelled: "Paralysis! Where did they get so many RPGs! Lao Tzu hates RPGs to death! I should have brought the M3 bazooka in the camp with me, so that these grandchildren can also taste the taste of being bombed! ”

The rebel lieutenant almost jumped for joy when he saw the house being bombarded, and shouted excitedly: "Keep banging me!" If you can't kill them, you will bury them alive! ”

Long Yun secretly complained in his heart, don't look at the power of this RPG, but such a dense bombardment, not to mention burying himself and his teammates alive, the shock wave generated by the explosion is enough to stun people.

If you want to rush, you can't rush through; If you want to retreat, you can't go back now. What a fuck! Long Yun scolded in his heart.

A crisp heavy machine gun fire suddenly sounded, the rebel soldiers who were squatting on the ground and ready to launch the rocket launcher were suddenly jumped up by the bullet, a rocket launcher that was about to be fired lost control, and after the rebel soldier fell, it was pulled and fired out, hitting a wall behind him, and the explosion blew up the nearby rebels to the point of crying wolf, and suddenly four more rebel soldiers died.

"Dear teammates! Are you all right? The crosshair's extremely unbeaten voice sounded in the communicator: "I want to ask you a question, is the loveliest person in the world the crosshair me?" ”

He finally ran to the wooden building and got the SS-77.

The situation was reversed in an instant, the front sight occupied an absolutely favorable terrain, standing on a five-meter-high wooden building, plus the SS-77 in his hand was like a tiger with wings, under the frantic strafing, all the rebels were caught off guard, and at first several machine gunners who were swaggering and swaggering towards Long Yun were beaten into a sieve, and the scene quickly turned into a massacre.

The rebels were suddenly in a mess, and began to hide under the wall again, fighting and retreating all the way along the wall, and there was no longer any intention of entanglement.

The poet finally breathed a sigh of relief and hummed, "Crosshair, at this moment, I think you are cuter than the dancing girl in the bar." ”

The king, still full of resentment, exclaimed, "This is your work!" If it weren't for your intelligence mistake, we wouldn't be surrounded by so many rebels! For the sake of you saving us, I won't beat you when I turn around! ”

The morale of the rebel soldiers was immediately shattered, and the SS-77 was beaten to the ground, and they rushed towards the exit at the back of the village like a flock of mallards chased by hunters.

They are all tribal militias hired by the Revolutionary Alliance Front from small neighboring countries, and many small countries on the African continent are constantly at war, and these people have rich combat experience, so they were entrusted with a heavy task by the rebel leader Kosan and accepted into his elite unit "Skeleton Regiment".

However, this straggler form of mercenaries has a fatal weakness. Everyone is just selling their lives for money, and if their lives are gone, no amount of money is useless. Therefore, when their own side has the upper hand, these mercenaries are often much more ferocious than the local child soldiers in Sierra Leone, and more accurately know how to express themselves. Usually play cool and talk big, pretend to be a lion, tiger and dog when the situation is good, behave more crazy than anyone else, and when the real disaster comes, these people run faster than rabbits. Especially since it has recently been said that a ceasefire agreement is about to be signed, there is no need to lose one's life at the end of the war.

The remnants of the houses on the left and right had been cleared, and the two groups finally met near the end of the village, while the remaining rebels retreated and fired frantically at the two assault groups.

As soon as Long Yun came up, a string of bullets hit the earthen wall beside him, and the dirt that was lifted up covered his head and face.

"Stop, stop chasing!" Lao Yu gave the order, and the poor Kou Mo chased after him, besides, there was no concealment at the end of the village, and after going out, it was all open land, and we did not have an advantage in firepower at all.

"Phew!" Spit out a mouthful of dirty spit, Long Yun pressed his hand on the switch of the laryngeal shock headset communicator: "Polar bear, the mouse is in the cage, SHOWTIME." ”