At this moment, chickens and dogs were jumping in the farm, and the Chinese people were running from all directions to the location of the cellar with some light and soft things, but the black people in the farm were screaming and running like headless flies, and even bumped into each other, and both rolled into the mud.

There were also people who dragged their heavy luggage and struggled to move their feet, crying and begging for someone to help, and although Hao Changchang tried his best to maintain order and try to speed up the transfer, there were many people who were desperate to hold back.

"Labor and management have killed more people than you've ever seen!"

Li Bai carried the 95-style with a cold face.

Fish is what I want, and bear's paws are what I want.

You can't have both, and those who give up fish and bear's paws to take hot pot directly are also!

As a true fan of hot pot, who dares to disturb himself to enjoy hot pot, this is not over!

If it weren't for seeing Li Bai with a gun in his hand and a posture that no one would approach, maybe someone would have rushed up at this time and tried to grab the car and escape.

Sun Fatzi: "......"

What's more than I've ever seen?

This, I don't know, I think it's a murderous big demon king?

Where did so many people kill you?

It must be an online game, right?

If you eat chicken, you can say it directly, and you can't understand it.

Old Black Chaka Abarouta shuddered for no reason, and he suddenly felt that Li Bai at this moment was more dangerous than the two sides who were fighting and killing outside.

I'm going back to Ethiopia, I'm going home!

He glanced at the military jeep outside the door and said, "Why don't we run in the car!

There were four people on the scene, and it was more than enough to get into that military jeep.

The interior of a military jeep is more spacious than a civilian jeep, not to mention the fact that it can seat four people, even six people without any pressure.

"Chaka, you want to be a deserter?"

Sun Fatzi screamed in surprise, he escaped at a critical moment, this is not authentic!

"When people are fighting, why do we have to get involved, of course, we have to run as far as we can!"

Lao Hei was almost about to cry, he heard his cousin say that this time the two warring parties, the number of people is almost thousands, not only artillery, but also armored vehicles, where is a small-scale encounter that runs away with two shots, but a serious war of life and death, it is completely conceivable that if you dare to create a government army, where is an ignorant small tribe, it must be a strong party!

No matter how strong the farm's cellar is, it shouldn't be able to stop the shells, right?

Chaka, who had never seen the cellar, naturally thought so, no matter how strong the cellar was, it was just a pit with a cannonball on the top, it was a ready-made grave, and there was no place to escape, so he killed and buried it.

It's easy to save trouble, but he doesn't want to!

"Run? Can you outrun the cannonballs?"

Sun Nanzheng didn't think it was a good idea.

Modern warfare is dominated by mechanized movements, who still only relies on two legs to run, small pickup trucks are scurrying everywhere on the African road, and now even artillery shells have fallen into the farm, they are driving military jeeps with black eyes, and there is a great probability of crashing directly into the battlefield, it is better to listen to the words of Hao Changchang, honestly hide in the cellar bunker, and wait for the outside to finish fighting.

In any case, that cellar on the farm was stronger than any building on the ground.

Not to mention anything else, the cement layer half a foot thick on the surface, and then down is a two-meter-deep layer of gravel and soil, and finally a reinforced concrete prefabricated slab and moisture-proof membrane more than a foot thick, and the bottom is a constant temperature and humidity kiln.

As long as it is not a specialized ground-penetrating shell, under normal circumstances, there is still no problem in carrying a few ordinary shells.

"Are you really not leaving?"

Chaka was not persuaded by Sun Fatzi, he was a native of Africa, and naturally knew how ferocious the war here was.

Once the farm is broken by the warring parties, the Chinese may be able to save a life with their own skin color, but he, a local, may not have such a good life, not to mention that he also has a cousin of the government army, if he is caught by the rebels, he will be slaughtered on the spot, even if it falls into the hands of the government army's "own people", you must know that the government army is not a monolith, although the small life can be saved, most of them will inevitably be extorted and extorted.

In the Somali region, the bandit family is not just as simple as talking, just looking at his own cousin knows that once it is profitable, it is absolutely not recognized by the six relatives.

Sun Fatzi knew what Lao Hei was afraid of, and immediately comforted: "Of course you don't go, it's safer here, Chaka, don't worry, we can definitely guarantee your safety!"

Chaka showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, and he still insisted and said: "Li Bai, can you lend me your car, or I will buy it, or I will return you to a new one." ”

At this juncture, if the Chinese people can't run away, he can't care so much, so he has to find a way to slip away first.

Boom!

A loud muffled sound came from outside, and even the ground shook violently, and you could even see mud and seedlings flying into the air in the distance.

The bombardment is getting closer and closer, and it may fall into the small village in the middle of the farm at any time.

There were only two or three kittens left screaming and rushing out of the corner, running all the way, they were the fish that slipped through the net in the process of concentrated transfer, and they had a fluke mentality before, and there was no need to urge at this time, the explosion of the shells scared these guys out, and they fled to the cellar with their heads in their hands.

After hanging the national flag outside, Director Hao and Accountant Dong ran back in the rain, and when they saw that Li Bai and the others were still in the room, they had no intention of leaving, and immediately urged anxiously: "What are you still doing in a daze? Come with me to the cellar!"

After more than ten minutes of chickens, flying dogs, and jumping, the entire small village was already completely empty.

Because the Chinese people used coercive means, those blacks who were in chaos reluctantly concentrated in an orderly manner to the cellar, and many large bags of luggage were discarded in the muddy field outside.

If you had followed the command from the beginning, you wouldn't have let these things be abandoned in the open air, let the wind and rain blow, and wait for those bandits to rush over, okay, they are all packing for the bandits!

"Let's go, don't be stunned!"

Sun Fatzi pushed the hesitant Chaka, where did the killing on the casino go?!

"Huh, good guy, 95! It's just in time, I'm more sure now!"

Hao Changchang then put his attention on Li Bai's hand, and involuntarily gasped.

Of course, the farm that has been operating so far is not an unarmed soft persimmon, otherwise he would not be able to suppress those local blacks who are cheating and cheating, and secretly bought a few guns, that is, two or three AKs with serious wear and tear, two shotguns and three pistols, and the bullets are only more than 1,000 rounds, all in the hands of the Chinese employees themselves.

Although there is no shortage of money and more guns can be purchased, for fear of causing bad misunderstandings among nearby villages and tribes, more weapons have not been allocated.

Where can those old old guns and broken guns compare to the new Type 95 in Li Bai's hand, and one more gun means more deterrent power at the moment, which can make the warring parties have some scruples.

Among the various active gun families in the world, there is no rifle that is more friendly to novices than the Type 95 made in China.

Even a yellow girl who is only in her teens can easily control this rifle, and she can shoot it very accurately.

Quick to use, small recoil, high accuracy, fierce lethality, steady and accurate three elements, it is definitely the favorite of newcomers, and it is a magic weapon for explosive soldiers.

After looking at Director Hao's reaction, Sun Fatzi went to look at Li Bai again, and when he thought about it, he couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly said: "Li Bai, you should get me this gun!"

He felt that this gun was completely blind in Li Bai's hands, it was no different from a burning stick, it was better to hold it himself, no matter how he was, he would not insult this rifle.

"Xiao Sun, let me get it, my marksmanship is better than yours!"

Type 95 is placed in Li Bai's hands, and Lao Mi, an animal husbandry expert, is also worried, among the three people who participated in the same training camp, his shooting score is one line higher than that of Sun Fatzi.

As for Li Bai's marksmanship, even the instructor gave up.

This guy picks up the gun, just pulls the trigger, and then the rest is pure fun.

This Type 95, which has become an important firepower output at the moment, is stronger than in the hands of Li Bai no matter who it is.

"I'll get it!"

Accountant Dong suddenly interjected.

"What are you going to take?"

Lao Mi and Sun Fatzi glared at each other.

What do you want?!

"I, I'll take it, take the hot pot!"

Accountant Dong suddenly had a very strong desire to survive, and he was not too hot, so he directly picked up the pull ring on the side of the hot pot, and grinned and picked up most of the pot of soup.

As a Shuchuan person, he is also a hot pot true love fan, and there is nothing wrong with this wave of operation.

Although I didn't get a gun, I got a hot pot, which is not a loss.

"You all don't fight, just let Xiao Li hold the gun. ”

Director Hao didn't know why, he only saw the two fighting for the right to hold a gun on the surface, ignoring Li Bai himself, which was a bit impolite.

"No way!"

Mi Jun and Sun Nanzheng shook their heads in opposition together.

They fought for a long time, just to prevent the gun from being put in Li Bai's hand and ruining things.

"Why not? Isn't the gun his?"

Director Hao felt that the dispute between the two was a bit ridiculous, and there was no sharpshooter here, wouldn't it be the same in anyone's hands?

If they can really shoot one at a time, the two warring sides outside have nothing to worry about, and letting go of a dozen of them is enough for them to retreat.

"Li Bai's marksmanship ......"

Speaking of this, Sun Fatzi inevitably looked weird.

Lao Mi on the other side also laughed.

"Puff puff!"

It's also a gift!

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