The Gasai tribe, as one of the largest primitive tribes in this region, has also collected a lot of precious things for tens of hundreds of years. A variety of unworked gems and gold, the skins of some large beasts of prey, and the horns of the heads of some rare animals.

These things, no matter which one they are, can be sold for a sky-high price in the modern society outside!

Twenty-four hours ago, the house of the chief of the Ghasai tribe was indeed full of such things.

But twenty-four hours later, when the militants burst into the house, they were greeted by an empty room, not even a single figure to be seen.

And the precious items that were originally piled up here were already taken away by the Gassels during yesterday's great retreat, and then transported into the mountains.

However, of course, these militants will not return in vain, because in the house there is still a huge gift waiting for them. However, it was not the people of the Gasai tribe who prepared this gift, but the mercenaries of the Evil Wolf Mercenary Group.

When seven or eight militants rushed into the house, in a house dozens of meters away, Han Bing, who looked cold, looked at the militants rushing into the house through a small hole in the wall, and the corner of his mouth hooked up a sneer, and the thumb of his right hand gently pressed the button of the remote control of the bomb in his hand.

The militants who rushed into the house, after finding the empty room, felt a violent vibration from the ground under their feet in the next second, as if something was about to come out, or a volcano erupted.

Of course, this is the only memory of these militants in this life, and the fireball that turned out of the ground swallowed all these militants in an instant.

"Boom!"

In a violent explosion, the house where the chief of the Ghasai tribe lived, like a fragile building block house, collapsed in the explosion. The roof of the house, as well as some large bricks, flew directly into the air at a height of tens of meters, and then fell to the ground fiercely, turning into fragments on the ground.

As for the seven or eight militants who poured into the house, not only were they all buried in the rubble, but when they were dug up, it was estimated that not a single intact body could be found.

If you look down from the air, you can clearly see that at the time of the explosion, as a small mushroom cloud slowly rose, with this room as the center, the shock wave formed by the explosion quickly dispersed towards the surroundings like a semicircular wall of air.

Therefore, it is not only the militants in this house who suffer, but also the buildings of the Ghasai tribe, which are mud houses, which are usually used for shelter from the wind and rain without any problems, but in the face of the shock wave of the explosion, there is no resistance at all.

While the seven or eight militants stormed into the house of the chief of the Ghasai tribe, many of the militants also burrowed into the surrounding houses.

With the violent explosion, several houses in the surrounding circle collapsed directly, and the thatch covering the roof flew out directly.

As for the militants in these houses, they are also buried in the rubble, and their lives are unknown.

Even from a distance of several tens of meters, Han Bing could still feel the violent shaking of the ground at the time of the explosion. And the room where Han Bing was, in the process of violent vibration, countless debris was also starting from scratch

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The top keeps falling.

"Woo Woo Woo ....."

In addition, in the midst of a sharp sound, on the outside of the mud wall in front of Han Bing, bullets hit the mud wall one after another, splashing bursts of dust.

Because he was afraid that these bullets would directly penetrate the mud wall and threaten his safety, Han Bing, who saw this, also knew each other very well and took a few steps back.

Compared with violent explosions, these irregular bullets are also out-and-out killers.

In the distance, several militants were not affected by the explosion, but the scattered bullets hit them accurately.

In the burst of blood mist, these unfortunate militants fell to the ground in parts, killed on the spot!

One of the bullets hit a militant in the head, and by the time the militant fell to the ground, only half of the guy's head was still on his body, and the rest was all over the ground.

This is a great gift from the underworld to these militants, in addition to a piece of high explosives with enough weight, Han Bing and the others directly buried these bullets and explosives together after discovering the bullets that Huang Fulan had seized from the militants before.

When a high explosive detonates, the shock wave generated by the explosion is splashed with these bullets in all directions. The high temperatures from the explosion quickly detonated the bullets.

Because there is no confined space and no rifling, the exploding bullets and shell fragments fly like headless flies, although they can't fly far, but driven by the blast wave of the explosion, the power is very objective.

When these inferior bullets and explosives were buried together, Han Bing and the others did not have much hope, at most they had the mentality of a blind cat encountering a dead mouse, and they were already very objective if they were able to kill four or five militants.

Of course, although this explosion killed more than a dozen militants, the number of militants lost was far from this number.

Because of the distance, when the seven or eight militants in front rushed to the center of the Ghasai tribe, the militants behind had basically entered the Ghasai tribe.

The militants who ran slowly saw the best houses, all of which were robbed by their companions in front. The militants, who simply did not fight with them, targeted other houses.

Although there is no explosives planted in these houses, and they will not be affected by the explosives of the explosion, these houses are also full of dangers.

An agitated militant kicked open the wooden door of the house, and before he could react, a sharp spear appeared in his field of vision.

"Poof!"

As blood splattered, the sharp spear plunged directly into the militant's chest, piercing the militant's heart and piercing the militant's thin body.

Because the Gasai tribe does not have electricity, the lighting relies on the fire source, and the structure of the houses is problematic, many houses actually do not see sunlight all year round.

Therefore, the moment the militant kicked open the door, he only saw the dark room, and of course he could not see the Gacypians hiding in the room.

On the contrary, the Gacyp, who were hiding in the room, looked at the closed door and were kicked in the door

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When he opened, after seeing the militant with a gun, the Gascyp, who was hiding in the shadows, did not hesitate at all, and directly stabbed the spear in his hand into the heart of the militant.

The militant who looked extremely excited in the last second, with a sharp stabbing pain in his chest, lowered his head and glanced at the spear in his chest. When he raised his head again, he finally saw the empty room, and the Gasids standing in front of him, and the spear in his hand!

His expression became incredulous, and the militant's lips were lightly furrowed with pain, as if he wanted to say something, but eventually he fell to the ground, completely out of his breath.

At this time, the same thing is happening all over the Ghasai tribe, and in order to grab more things, these militants in the frenzy rush to kick open the doors of one Ghasai tribe house after another.

However, these militants did not see the Gacypians hiding in the corners, shivering, and the treasures that made their hearts tremble. They were greeted by the frantically looking Gacypians and the sharp spears in their hands.

In a horrific scream, one militant after another was impaled by the Gacypians hiding in the room. I'm afraid they didn't expect until they died that this was the way things would end.

Of course, after paying seven or eight militants, the rest of the militants reacted quickly. When they kicked open the door, they didn't rush in at the first time, they directly used grenades, and after pulling the grenade ring, they threw them into the room!

"Boom, boom, boom...."

In the midst of that violent explosion, these small explosions also sounded one after another, and the mud houses of the Ghasai tribe could not resist the explosion of grenades at all, and in a puff of black smoke, they became ruins, and the Ghasi people hiding in the houses did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Although the grenade has a fuse time of three to four seconds from the time the ring is pulled to the time it is detonated.

However, many of the Gacypians did not know what the militants had thrown into their houses, and the light in the house was too dim, and it was difficult for them to find the location of the grenades in the first place, which is why many Gacypians eventually died.

At this time, Han Bing was hiding in the house, and as the simple door was kicked open, a round grenade was also thrown into the house, just rolling to Han Bing's feet.

Seeing this, Han Bing did not hesitate at all, and when he raised his foot, he directly kicked the grenade at his foot.

Outside the house, a militant with a grenade ring in his hand had already taken refuge three or four meters away.

However, as a dark shadow flew out of the room, and after making a graceful arc, it fell straight next to the militant.

The militant who heard the sound lowered his head and saw that the grenade that he had just thrown in had returned to him for some reason.

"Boom!"

In a violent explosion, the black smoke from the grenade explosion directly engulfed the terrified-looking militant.

By the time the explosion was over, there was a shallow crater tens of centimeters in the ground, and as for the militant, the whole body had not only become a fragment of residual value on the ground, but also a pitch-black thing that emitted a disgusting stench of burning.

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