With a body as large as the Knight XV, and it is conspicuously painted in United Nations white. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoUnder the scorching sun, it is impossible not to be discovered.

A few black men who could barely be said to be armed men immediately felt that something was wrong after discovering that this behemoth was heading straight towards them.

After a brief period of clamour, they quickly took refuge behind the village fence. Relying on the cover of those children, he poked his head in the back and looked at the white beast not far away.

And those children who were their targets a moment ago have now become their shields.

You really can't say that these people are stupid.

After observing Knight Fifteen's size and speed, they immediately made the right choice, and from their limited knowledge, these people also knew that only hostages were their best umbrella.

Zhang Dafu stood still with one foot on the brakes, and almost at the same time opened the car door with Hao Shuai, picked up his rifle and relied on the car door as a cover, and confronted them. When the child hanging on the fence saw the two, a gleam finally appeared in his eyes. What followed was a cry for help mixed with faint moans.

Although they couldn't understand the local language spoken by these children crying, Zhang Dafu and Hao Shuai both saw the hope of living in the children's eyes.

Seeing this scene, Daifuku's back molars have already bitten out blood!

"Click!"

With the sound of a bolt peculiar to a Type 95 assault rifle, Daifuku immediately aimed his gun at a black man who had popped out half of his body.

"Dafu, don't be impulsive!" Hao Shuai heard the sound of the bullet being loaded, and immediately turned his head and shouted.

Peacekeepers are disciplined.

According to the Rules of Firefight, in the event of a local conflict, peacekeepers must exercise absolute neutrality and must not engage in an exchange of fire with any force. Peacekeepers have the right to defend themselves only when there is a real threat to their lives.

Zhang Dafu's eyes widened angrily, letting the salty sweat on his forehead flow into his eyes, and he was still staring at the bastards behind the fence.

Those who can go abroad to carry out peacekeeping missions are all soldiers selected from the ace units in several major military regions in China. Even if he was born as an engineer, Zhang Dafu has absolute confidence that he can kill that ghostly guy with one shot.

"You kill the two on the right, and I'll give the three on the left!" he snarled, as if forgetting that he was just a corporal.

Hao Shuai had never seen the honest Dafu's appearance before, and when he saw Zhang Dafu's cheeks twitching, and the corners of his mouth had been bitten through his teeth and bleeding blood, he reminded loudly again: "Dafu! Don't be impulsive, we must abide by discipline! Don't forget that we are peacekeepers! Don't go to our mission!"

After he yelled, seeing that Zhang Dafu's already red eyes finally regained a trace of clarity, he hurriedly picked up the satellite phone and reported the current situation to Deputy Wu Ban.

Behind the fence, the so-called "militiamen" of Jane Wegaard immediately settled down when they saw that the two had not moved.

A burly black man at the head mustered up his courage, grabbed a child in front of him, and stood up.

Seeing him get up, a thin man beside him pulled him, "Mosa Ike, what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry, these yellow-skinned monkeys are very timid. As long as we don't shoot at them, they won't dare to shoot back. ”

As if to verify his words, and then prove his bravery. Mosa Ekti pinched the child who was struggling with suffocation like a chick, turned his nose to the sky, and made a neck wiping motion towards Zhang Dafu, who was facing him with the muzzle of the gun.

Such a provocation does not need words at all.

Seeing that the two were still glaring but not firing, Mosa Icke immediately raised his chin at his companion. He grabbed a child again, used the two children in his hand as a meat shield, and swaggered towards a pickup truck parked on the side of the road.

The crowd behind him, after testing and feeling that there was no danger, also let out a burst of arrogant ridicule and followed Mosa Ike.

Hao Shuai is already about to collapse.

In such a situation, Deputy Wu Ban did not have the right to give orders at all, and his call was directly transferred to the camp. And now the person who answered the phone was the political commissar who had just completed the support mission and returned to the camp.

"Hao Shuai, don't fire! Repeat, don't fire!"

"Political commissar, why!?" Seeing the child who was about to suffocate to death in the hands of the black man, Hao Shuai's voice was already crying.

"Jane Vegard is a strongly racist organization, and if we fight with it, they will settle the account on the head of the village of Zaragava! Do you remember what happened in the village of Naksuwu? As long as you resist, you will get more crazy provocations and revenge from them, and more people will lose their lives! We are here to maintain peace, not to cause killings! Hao Shuai, carry out my orders!"

"Yes!

The mania that swept the entire thinking from the bottom of his heart had already brought Zhang Dafu on the side to the brink of collapse, "Hao Shuai, what did the superior say?"

Hao Shuai put down the satellite phone dejectedly, "No firefights." ”

"Grandma Ri, give me the phone, I'll tell the company commander!"

"It's not the company commander, it's the political commissar!"

"Why!"

"To keep the peace, to not create killings, to ... Save more lives......" In the end, Hao Shuai himself lost his confidence.

Unlike Zhang Dafu, he arrived directly with the army as a sultan after graduating from the military academy.

The sight reminded him of the ethical paradox he had discussed with his classmates in military school: a runaway train speeding into a two-track train station, one with one person on one track and five people on the other. Station managers only have one chance to change their tracks, which track should the train take?

At that time, Hao Shuai could answer lightly: let the train go on the original track and kill the person who should have died. Because changing the track means that the station manager murders the person on the other track.

But now, seeing the children who were dying, he was shaken by his answer.

Unlike his thoughts, which have been washed by philosophical theories, Zhang Dafu is obviously more practical.

He used his anger to say what Hao Shuai had been trying to say to the political commissar just now, but he didn't say it.

Daifuku's face was distorted, and it was impossible to tell whether it was sweat or tears because of the water stains on his face. He roared like an enrageed bear, "my mother!"

With the pronunciation of "fart", the foaming stars mixed with sweat spewed far away. He held a rifle in one hand and pointed at the children in front of him with the other, and roared in a louder voice: "That's not life?

And at this moment, Mosa Icke and his party had already boarded the dilapidated pickup truck.

Mosa Icke looked at the two hiding behind the car door and made an extremely exaggerated mocking expression.

Having already made up his mind that as long as he didn't take the initiative to attack, he would be fine, and Mosa Ike threw the child who had no value in his hand directly into the car.

With two muffled sounds, the two children fell heavily to the ground, letting out a whimper of pain.

Immediately after, he sat in the driver's seat. Ignition, start.

Maybe it's on purpose, maybe it's because they don't care about the two lives next to the car at all. He slammed the steering wheel straight away, and the pickup slid in a very large turning radius, which happened to be pressed against the child next to the car.

There wasn't even a scream, and the thin man who didn't like to speak, who might have never experienced what it was like to be full of happiness, passed away silently.

Da-da-da-da!

Da-da-da-da!

Dada!

Fuck you orders! Fuck you peace! Fuck your rules of engagement!

The two rifles were no longer silent.

Extreme anger makes people ignore everything.

Sixty rounds of bullets rained down, and the three people in the pickup truck were instantly sieveed.

After the bullets swept away, Pondy's pants were already wet, and he trembled and lay on the passenger seat, wailing and asking, "God! Mosa Ike! Didn't you say they wouldn't shoot!?"

Mosa Ek also tried to keep his body down as much as possible, and stepped on the accelerator to the floor, so that the pickup truck had reached the fastest speed, "I don't know what crazy they are doing this time!"

Pondy looked up slightly, and quickly glanced at the blood-spattered rearview mirror, "Oh my God! Hurry! Hurry! They're catching up!"

I saw the white off-road vehicle behind me, like a mad cow that had lost its mind, approaching quickly. (To be continued.) )