The sound of loud gunfire echoed over the mine for a long time. The officer's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and faded away the last bit of disguised kindness.

"Since no one wants to identify them, then we will use our way to pay tribute to the souls of the dead! You people will pay a terrible price!" the officer tore off his disguise and turned to explain the rest to his adjutant. The adjutant saluted, and the officer nodded and left.

"We are not executioners, so we will not be brutally slaughtered, but your lack of cooperation has made our commander very angry. Now, let God decide your life and death!" said the adjutant loudly to the mercenaries with a sinister smile on the part of the officer's handy officer.

"Surely there will be some of you who will be blessed by God to live. ”

Hundreds of mercenaries were gathered on the side of the pond, and mercenaries in black uniforms carried boxes of wooden black strips over and pried them open with crowbars. What's inside is actually an American-made M20 anti-infantry orientation*!

Seeing this*, the mercenaries in the crowd were in an uproar. The emotions that had been relatively calm just now began to stir up, and after the two people who took the lead and tried to break through the mercenary guards and ran out were killed on the spot, the crowd fell silent again.

The mercenary skillfully took the * out of the box and loaded the fuse and trigger device, and then casually threw two kilograms of * into the pool. There were twenty of them in a box*, which were quickly thrown in and disappeared.

"In a group of ten, go and receive God's judgment. The adjutant said with a sinister smile on his lips, he liked to watch such cruel games, to see how frightened and helpless they looked and how painful they were when they were blown to pieces. Once stepped on, this anti-infantry* can fire 700 steel balls in three seconds, each weighing 600 grams, let alone ten people, even if it is twenty people within eight meters in diameter, the steel balls will be penetrated into a sieve.

The ten people in the front row were pushed to the area where they were placed*, and everyone stopped in unison, and no one took another step forward.

The adjutant and his men evacuated to an absolutely safe area, and shouted condescendingly with a loudspeaker: "I count to three, and those who do not go forward will be killed on the spot!"

The instructor counted to three, and several people still didn't dare to move forward. The instructor drew his pistol and fired two shots in front of a mercenary. The splash caused the mercenary to take two steps forward with a howl, and then stopped in horror.

"Kill him. The adjutant ordered coldly. The mercenary next to him picked up an automatic rifle and fired a bolt of lightning, and those who refused to move forward were directly killed, and their bodies floated on the water.

"If I count to three this time, you haven't moved forward yet. The adjutant smiled coldly: "Then you don't even have a chance to live." ”

This time, the remaining nine people did not dare to disobey the command. The nine men trembled forward little by little, hoping that the constantly drawn cross would protect them from being blown up.

"Stride through this 100-meter pond and you will be able to regain your life. Before the adjutant could speak with a loudspeaker, there was a sudden muffled sound in the middle of the pond, and the mercenary who stepped on * in the middle was directly blown into pieces. Several mercenaries near him were all pierced by the steel balls, and they fell into the water and convulsed a few times before they stopped moving. The mercenaries who were a little further away wailed, someone was shot in the face, someone was shot in the eye. In the chaos, several of the injured mercenaries were touched again as they crawled backwards*, and they were blown to pieces in one fell swoop.

The only mercenary who was not injured had an unknown amount of internal organs on his head, and he wiped a handful of blood from his face in a trembling manner, and suddenly laughed with his hands and feet, and ran forward like crazy.

With a bang, the frightened mercenary was also killed. The original dark green of the pond was replaced by dark red, and large patches floated on the surface of the water, and gradually dispersed.

"Hahahaha. The adjutant held his stomach and smiled happily. Looking at the mercenary who had turned pale with fright, he continued to shout with a loudspeaker: "Next group!

Seeing the mercenary trembling and walking forward, the adjutant rolled his eyes and shouted to stop.

"God is merciful. The adjutant shouted with a loudspeaker, "So I decided to change the rules of this cruel game." With that, several mercenaries walked over with the box and opened it, revealing all sorts of machetes and axes inside.

"In order to prove your bravery, I especially allow you to take up the weapons in your hands and attack anyone, there is only one rule, and the last five people who survive will be given the final amnesty!"

With a cruel smile on his face, the adjutant looked around at all the trembling mercenaries and said, "Of course, you can also choose to pass through the pond full of *. ”

The adjutant's chubby black face turned red with excitement. The extremely distorted perverted psychology made the lieutenant very bloodthirsty. The mercenaries who were blown to pieces and the corpses floating on their sleep irritated the lieutenant and made him even more crazy and bloodthirsty.

Flocks of crows and vultures hover in the sky, emitting creep-rae-curd, piercing screams. They landed on the branches of the trees around them, their little bright eyes quietly watching everything below, waiting for the devils to leave and feast.

As the lieutenant's countdown began, one of the mercenaries closest to the weapon suddenly screamed and ran to the table where the weapon was placed, grabbed a sharp machete and slashed back at his closest comrade.

The blade slashed through a cold light, and the comrade-in-arms looked at his comrade who drew the knife and slashed at him suspiciously, and looked down at his organs rolling out of his belly with hot air, and slowly fell to the ground.

This knife was like a signal, sounding the horn of killing each other among the comrades-in-arms who had fought side by side in the past. All of a sudden, the mercenaries who wanted to save their lives took up their weapons one after another and slashed at their comrades mercilessly.

Screams, screams, and screams filled the valley of the gold mines, staining the water red like the hell of Shura.

The lieutenant held a bottle of strong whiskey in his hand, and his mouth was so excited that he let out a beastly roar from time to time. The surrounding mercenaries looked enviously at the whiskey in the adjutant's hand, and some couldn't help but lick their lips.

Fifteen minutes later, the few surviving mercenaries stood in the pond blankly, looking at the corpses of their comrades floating on the water around them, as if they had forgotten the brutal battle just now.

A mercenary clutched the bloody wound on his abdomen and walked towards the pool like a fool, muttering an African vernacular that no one understood. Suddenly, he stepped on a * with a bang, and the entire lower body was directly blown up.

The other survivors stood as if they had lost their souls, ignoring their comrades who had just been killed.

Seeing that several people had lost their fighting spirit, the adjutant wiped his mouth with some uncertainty, waved his hand and turned to report to his superior officer.

A few crisp gunshots rang out, and the last survivors were all killed.