The grassland at night is full of blood and killing. Kill. The law of the food chain was volatilized to the extreme on this night, and the lives disappeared silently under the cover of night.

The number of militants has been sharply reduced, from more than 100 to 100 and then to several dozen...... They can't see where the enemy is, and they don't dare to light a torch, because if they light a torch, they will be the most visible targetreads();. They think that they are encountering ghosts, elusive, they can't see or touch them, but the other party can stare at their ghosts in the dark.

How can people fight against ghosts? Impossible, man can never defeat the ghost!

Fear, all kinds of thoughts poured out, and the outpouring of all kinds of thoughts made the scope of fear even more intense. The more backward and barbaric the place, the more it has all kinds of totems and worships, and the more it has all kinds of gods and demons. No matter how cruel these militants are, when they think of fighting the devil and fighting ghosts, their first instinct is to flee.

And when they think about running away, they become unmotivated.

There was a red glow in the northern sky, and the glow of that fire was a jungle burning. Dozens of militants howled in the bushfires, fled for their lives, and then fell to the ground in a frenzy, burned to ashes by the raging flames; From the west there was a series of explosions, the sound of militants stepping on mines, several people. His leg was blown off from his knee, and he lay on the ground screaming and watching the blood flow. The fragments from the explosion of the mine scratched wildly, almost all of them were severely injured.

To the south, a group of terrified militants retreated, accompanied by the dull sound of sniper rifles.

"Bang!"

When the gunshots rang out, the back of a militant was directly burst open, and he fell to the ground before he could scream.

"Bang!"

The sound of the sniper rifle rang out again, and the head of another militant suddenly exploded, and a stream of bloody arrows flew from the neck towards the sky, like a high-pressure water cannon with sudden pressure, and one soared to a height of two meters. The shattered head formed a large patch of flesh and blood, and smashed it on the rest of the people's bodies, adding to the smell of fear again.

Hunting and counter-hunting, in advanced equipment, the most effective sparrow tactics in time and place, the three-person tactical team constantly encroached on the Gage forces, forcing them to retreat. But it was too late to retreat now, and when they went deep into the steppe, they could no longer retreat without any backup.

On the battlefield, a rout is always the most terrible. Once a rout is formed, all the fighters will become unmotivated. When they become demoralized, the only thing they can do is to run away, and then let the enemies behind them slaughter one after another in the process of escaping.

Long Xiaoqi and Han Hu were charging, using the speed of the flag guards to charge the fleeing militants on the left and right. They pushed their speed to the limit, and as they charged, they shot and reaped lives. Then charge back and reap the life again.

No one could keep up with them, and the militants fired with their guns, but they couldn't catch their tracks. Because the speed is too slow, because the eyes can't see, because the strength of each other is too different.

"Whew!"

"Da Da Da ......"

Another charge passed, and gunshots rang out, hitting the militants hard, taking several lives.

"Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

Long Xiaoqi let out a flamboyant laugh, and the wind and lightning swept past the militants. The laughter is like a talisman, captured by the militants' auditory system, forming a piercing tone.

"Poof!" One of the militants fell to his knees, bowing frantically in the direction where the voice had disappeared, and a string of incomprehensible indigenous words reads() came out of his mouth;

His face was full of despair, his eyes were full of fear, but there was a glimmer of hope in the depths of his pupils. He was worshipping the gods, and he believed that Long Xiaoqi and Han Hu, who had hunted them, were gods, the god of death, or the totems of the tribe he once belonged.

When one person kneels, the second person kneels with him, and then the third person kneels as well...... The remaining thirty or so people all threw away their guns and knelt on the ground, constantly bowing in the same direction, and their mouths uttered various indigenous languages. It's praying, praying that what they think is God will forgive them, not blame them, and not continue to kill them. Kill.

People who can't see each other at all, but they are almost dead and wounded, this is not God's doing, who else can do it? Only God can see them in the night and fly over them to punish them.

In the night, Long Xiaoqi and Han Hu walked slowly with guns on their shoulders, standing in front of the group of militants who gave up resistance and bowed down devoutly.

"Brother-in-law?" Han Hu looked at Long Xiaoqi.

"Smack!"

Long Xiaoqi took out a grenade, quickly opened the insurance, and threw the grenade into these militants very casually.

"Boom!"

Violent explosions rang out, and the remaining 20 or so militants were bombed horribly: dead, seriously wounded......

"None of them will be left." Long Xiaoqi made an indifferent voice.

After receiving the order, Han Hu stepped forward with a gun and pulled the trigger on those terrorists.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ……”

Every bullet went into the militants' heads, and they watched as brains and blood flowed down the bullet holes. There is no mercy, there is no compassion, these militants are fighters, no matter how old they are.

After the shooting, the area became silent, and the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke stimulated the human olfactory system to the greatest extent. The counter-hunt was successful, and the counter-hunt of the Sparrow tactics was completely successful.

There were also gunshots in the distance, indicating that the anti-hunt operation was still going on. It wasn't until the eastern sky lit up and the warmer sun crept out of the horizon that the gunfire stopped completely.

The bloody night has passed, and the rising sun has come again, symbolizing new life? Yes, that's right, it still represents life, it represents a new day.

"Zizi...... Boss, Group D is done! ”

"Group F finished its work, and a total of 169 people were killed."

"Group B is finished, and I forgot how many kills."

“……”

Reports continued to be heard over the radio, and all the teams had completed the cannibalization of the Sparrow Tactics. They used a variety of methods to use a night to counter-hunt the pursuing militants, and all the teams completed their tasks.

This is the sparrow tactic, this is the essence of guerrilla tactics. In the face of an enemy who is inferior in equipment and strength to himself, and is only a large number of people, Sparrow Warfare is an excellent tactic that can make them scream with fear.

"Ok, the sparrows are home." Long Xiaoqi gave an order.

After receiving the order, all the tactical teams began to converge to the designated position, began to return home, and formed a whole again.