On the night of the formation of the army, Zhou Hao was sitting on a large bluestone on the platform and closing his eyes to practice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info A small, heavily armed force suddenly burst into his consciousness.

"Hackley!"

Zhou Hao's heart moved, and a man who was about the same height as Zhou Hao but looked a little thicker than him appeared beside Zhou Hao. The man's facial contours are a little westernized, with high eyebrows, concave eyes, and a straight nose, and he is also black, with Barrett on his back and EBR on his right shoulder, unlike Zhou Hao, the one he grabbed in his hand was an M240 machine gun.

As soon as the man came out, he first gave Zhou Hao a kneeling salute.

"Harkley, this body is almost familiar!" Zhou Hao smiled and looked at the big man.

This is the puppet that Zhou Hao specially refined for Hackri, modeled after Hackeri's twenties, and its whole body is densely covered with various runes and all the formations that Zhou Hao can currently engrave.

With the puppet, Hakri is free to move freely in the outside world. The weakness is that because Zhou Hao's cultivation is still shallow, many esoteric witch texts and witch arrays cannot be mastered, and Hakri's body can only act as usual, another problem is that the energy consumption is extremely high, a piece of attributeless spirit stone (colorless glass jade) can only make him run fast for 4 hours, and Zhou Hao remembers that this kind of puppet can run fiercely for 7 days and nights with the same spirit stone drive.

Even so, Zhou Hao is already happy to spend. Compared to the ancient puppet, which consumed a spirit stone with a single punch, Harkri, who had modern weapons as a means of attack, was a thrifty pacesetter.

As for the problem of consumption, because of the big harvest in Myanmar and Somaliland, Zhou Hao, a local tyrant and nouveau riche, feels that this consumption is a small problem!

Zhou Hao asked Hackri to come out, mainly because he felt that he had better participate in less killing in the near future.

Zhou Hao was always thinking about his past behavior during this time. He found that the Confucian "benevolence" and the doctor's moral system of "benevolence and benevolence" taught to him by his grandfather for more than ten years had unconsciously become very weak.

It was the evil in the memory of the ghost slave that inspired Zhou Hao's subconscious of the huge, measurable memories of the ancient ancestors, which may have love for the clansmen, but more of a contempt for the lives of the enemy and anger at the injustice of heaven.

It is precisely this kind of inexplicable inheritance of evil "contempt" and "anger" that Zhou Hao found that he had been treating his lives in front of the gun with the mentality of playing gunfight games in a "God mode" in the past. If it weren't for Dai Lin's crying and waking him up, he wouldn't have been able to indulge in the thrill of killing, and finally lost himself completely.

It's not that killing is wrong, but killing for the sake of killing...... Zhou Hao felt that there was something wrong with his mentality. To kill or not to kill, this philosophical question that has plagued many people is not something that the young Zhou Hao can solve. But he also found a way to escape from the memory of Wu's inheritance: let Wu's servants and subordinates conquer the world instead of him, and avoid blood as much as possible.

It has been said that "the battlefield is cruel, and every living life ends here." And the battlefield is like spiritual opium, which is addictive. Zhou Hao used to scoff at this, but now he actually believes it.

The figure of the other party is already visible to the naked eye, the action is very formal, and the cooperation between each other is also very tacit. The basic equipment in hand is the same. Military boots, clothing, pistols, daggers, and automatic rifles are the same on the surface, but Zhou Hao clearly sees many subtle differences. And they have different weapons according to the position that each person is good at, such as shotguns, snipers, machine guns, and RPGs.

The other party is an elite special forces!

This idea suddenly appeared in Zhou Hao's mind, and this idea became more and more firm, and only the elite mercenary group can have such tacit cooperation and unified equipment, but I don't know which country sent it?

Zhou Hao felt very strange, the countries couldn't help but be too nervous about the sudden appearance of the inland sea in Somaliland, right? The overt means had just been withdrawn, and the secret means had reappeared. How can the small Somaliland attract such a big battle, how many secrets is hidden in this small country?

The formation of this group of people was very scattered, and by the time the last person walked within a kilometer, the mercenary at the head was already less than three hundred meters away from the outpost.

Keeping the last man firmly in the scope, Harkry pulled the trigger directly, and he didn't need to breathe to adjust his muscles, heartbeat, or anything like that. The two mercenaries on the opposite side were almost simultaneously beaten in two. Being directly hit in the torso by an anti-materiel weapon at this distance does not even require medical treatment.

The first shot was successful, and Hackri unceremoniously turned on the maximum velocity fire mode. Although Barrett had a slightly slower rate of fire, he still blocked everyone's way back.

The opponent also made a quick change. The assault man immediately picked up his speed, no longer hiding his figure, and since he had already been exposed, the only chance to survive was to react at the opponent's checkpoint and rush through the opponent's firepower blockade area. The others quickly divided into small teams and gathered on the spot, lying down, and quickly determined where Hackri was. It's just that at the beginning, their formation was too scattered, and there was no way to suppress Harkry with enough firepower, not to mention, Harkri didn't care about any concealment at all, and the puppets of the ancient witch clan were not small kinetic weapons that could be dealt with.

It's just that Hackley has already changed to EBR at this time, "Bang...... Bang...... Bang!" The gun in his hand continued to go off, and the rhythm of each shot was very concise.

Listening to the muffled snorts coming from time to time in the channel, the leader of the mercenaries was almost desperate at this time. As a senior special operations expert, judging from this rhythmic gunfire, he and his brothers met a very clever shooter.

On this kind of terrain, encountering an accurate shooter who has already entered the rhythm of killing is something that every assault soldier does not want to encounter.

Listening to the constant cries for help in the headset, the leader reluctantly gave the order to retreat in the channel. However, he was no longer able to retreat.

"No wonder Ricken refused to accept any assignment related to the Chinese!" the leader remembered in despair Ricken's angry roar that day, "You will regret it!"

The gun in Hackry's hand was replaced by an M240 machine gun, although now various individual automatic weapons are firing faster and longer. However, the machine gun has always been an indispensable weapon for the armies of various countries, especially in the suppression of fan fire in the range of 500 to 800 meters, the machine gun still has an irreplaceable role.

For a Mithril golem, the weight and recoil of the M240 were not a problem at all, not to mention the fact that he was holding a gun body refined by ancient means and a larger capacity magazine. There is no need to think about the problem of hot barrels, there is no need to consider the problem of too small magazine capacity, under the suppression of such firepower, it is already impossible to withdraw from the battlefield.

At the same time as the Harkley machine gun rang out, the soldiers who had just become witch pawns today also woke up from the sound of gunfire, and quickly entered the battlefield with the weapons they had just been dispensed with. Although mostly rookies, after the initial panic, the Witch Pawn began to cooperate with Hackri in a sweep of the incoming enemy.

Just a few minutes passed, and the invading enemy was completely annihilated, but Zhou Hao had no joy after the victory.

"Who is so ruthless, at this time, you will be desperate!" Zhou Hao stared blankly at a box in front of him, and a white skull on it seemed to be smiling at him. Although he didn't know what was in the box, Zhou Hao already had the answer from the iconic pattern - the source of radioactive contamination.

"Master, there's news from Ricken...... Hackley hurriedly ran over and told Zhou Hao a piece of news that Zhou Hao didn't expect.

"Amu, you see the prisoners waiting for the commander to come. I'm going to do something!"

Zhou Hao stood up violently and patted the box with his hand. "You know what this thing is, don't move!"

"Yes, sir, do you want me to send someone to follow you?" Amu, who was also one of the witches who found the box. His eyes were red with irrepressible anger, and it was clear that he knew what he had captured.

After explaining Amu, Zhou Hao and Hakri ran directly towards the beach. Just ran a few hundred meters out of a no-man's land, Hakri was summoned into space by Zhou Hao, and Zhou Hao ran at full speed towards the western part of Somaliland.

Harkri learned from the souls of those people that these people belonged to Zhou Hao's old enemy, the Machete Mercenary Group.

It's just that Lin Ken has been kicked out of the team en masse by the members of the Scimitar Mercenary Regiment, and a regimental leader who has lost his courage is destined to be abandoned by his former comrades.

At this time, Lin Ken was now training recruits at a secret base in Gidsea.

"Lin Ken, Ricken......" Zhou Hao muttered in his heart as he ran wildly, "I finally found you!