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is obviously the identity of a spiritual leader, but look at the person Li Hongzhi, let the wheel self-harm self-harm, self-harm self-harm, in the end the wheel still said that he was good.

Look at the Indians' side, the loss is still to inherit the belief that has been believed for thousands of years, but the dignified high priest said that he would turn his back, without dragging his back, clean and decisive, and as a result, he made the "god" of Dayanguang now in a dilemma. In contrast, the advanced nature of the two is judged, and the backward organization of the Indian tribes simply deserves to be thrown into the garbage heap of history.

Is it merciful to let them go now, or is there a mistake in killing?

After being embarrassed for less than a second, Bai Huang made up his mind.

If it's in China, let it go, but this is the territory of Lao Mei, and the dead ghost sacrifice is not an ordinary violent agency, but the famous CIA. Bai Huang felt that he couldn't be too soft-hearted to the guy who wasn't his own, and his heart would be different if he wasn't from my race.

Just as there was a fierce glint in his eyes, his Indian chick instigated the Palouses to come over him.

After some laborious comparisons, he was able to roughly figure out the current situation.

To put it simply, the Palouse tribe is forced to be killed...... Uh, no, it's disrespectful to the gods, so it's a common punishment for the Sahaputins. And this kind of punishment, although not as severe and inhumane as in feudal society, where men are slaves and women are prostitutes, is enough to ensure that the tribe will never be able to turn over—the specific measures are the removal of the tribe, the direct participants in this blasphemous turmoil become slaves of the Mosa clan, and the rest of the tribe's population and wealth are divided among the other tribes.

Of course, all the above punishment plans have to nod in the end.

If he is dissatisfied with something, he can completely deny it on his own merits, and then come as he wants.

For the violence of these most people, Bai Riguang is not dissatisfied, I think it is not bad. After all, the entire Palouse tribe is considered to be "extinction of the dead tribe", according to the rules of the Indians, there will be no Palouse in the future, but the Umatila people, Nezperse people, Yakima people and the like.

Very simple and crude means of ethnic integration, but the druids liked it.

As for the chief with the eagle's beak headdress, according to the rules of the tribe, the original tribal leader like him had to use blood to wash away his sins. Everyone else can make a living, but he doesn't even have the qualifications to make a living.

But in the face of death, the courage he showed was not at all like a real Indian native, but like a dead toad, he threw himself at Bai Huang's feet, hoping to get a glimmer of life. Although this seems very undignified, he obviously can't take care of so much at this time, anyway, the dignity thing will be all over the ground if it falls, and no matter how much it falls, there will be no loss.

It's just a pity that Bai Huang has always been very wary of this kind of guy who knows how to be flexible.

If the other party can shamelessly surrender to himself because he is afraid of death, then he will also betray himself at some point in the future because he is afraid of death.

So the way the druids handled the goods, once again respecting the traditions of the Indians.

The hysterical pleas for mercy faded away, and after a short, abrupt cessation of screams, the world was clear.

The sacrificial ceremony was interrupted before it was halfway through, so it had to be finished in the end.

After the slaves were taken care of and the scene was cleaned, the Indians continued to worship.

And Bai Huang on the altar did not show the slightest impatience, and continued to sit upright, looking majestic. Because he was busy checking the newly arrived seed fragments, and the small sapling that had masked the scent of seeds.

The Heart of Water, the source of all life, should not be an obstacle to the druids.

After "looking inside", he "saw" this line of instructions, and Bai Huang immediately pouted. These druid skills also serve as seeds, sometimes so simple that they are outrageous, and sometimes they are so sinister that they can't be touched. However, this fragment of the ocean seed is okay, although it is a little green, but the specific role is still easy to guess.

It is supposed to give the druids the ability to walk on the ground in the water.

Isn't that the realm of fetal breath? Brother, if I go to practice martial arts, will I have a chance to enter the innate world?

After being stupid for a while, Bai Huang was still very satisfied with this ability that did not surprise him. After all, his hometown of Xijiang is a waterfront city, and 70% of the earth's area is covered by the ocean, so there are many places where this ability needs to be used.

And the wild communication marine mammals, after activating the ability feedback, although they can also go into the water, but after all, they are not unconditionally unimpeded.

For example, some sea beasts need to ventilate frequently, while others cannot dive into deep water.

The druids were not worried about the pressure of the deep sea, and the fragment of the seed had been clearly pointed out - water was not an obstacle for itself.

And conversely, if this seed fragment can't let itself walk freely in the water, what is the difference between it and the ability feedback after communicating with the sea beast? Aren't the two abilities duplicated? As an ability that can be explained by existing technology, druid systems obviously don't make such low-level mistakes.

In a good mood, he put away the seed fragments, and Bai Huang began to pay attention to the sapling again.

Nothing strange about it, just like all the saplings, but it can hide the unique fluctuations of the druid seeds.

This bizarre phenomenon made Bai Huang very puzzled and very curious.

……

The natives of the Indians, once again immersed themselves in the worship of the gods, did not know that the tribal fire just now was just a prelude to a blockbuster.

The previous logging team that walked through the forest, led by the feud of the Sahaptin, a Shoshone skilled jungle warfare, quietly approached the Seven Demon Mountains.

"Fack, I said head, the distance shown on the satellite map is not that far."

In the silent procession, a bald head carrying a DSR50 couldn't help but complain, because in the entire team, except for the 75-liter combat bag that everyone carried, the weapon in his hand was the heaviest. Although this sniper rifle made in Germany is the lightest and shortest in the world's sniper rifle family, after all, happiness or misfortune is comparable, especially when everyone else is relaxed.

Of course, as an old pole with more than ten years of mercenary experience, it is impossible for him to be unable to carry his own weapon in terms of physical fitness alone.

The reason why I am babbling and complaining is mainly because this time the task is not difficult.

Compared to the seizure of minerals for local warlords in Black Africa, and the expulsion of cannibals for big capital in the Amazon rainforest of South America in order to extract logs, this siege and suppression of Indians is almost like a vacation. There is no feeling of facing a great enemy in my heart, and the whole person will naturally relax.

"Shut your foul mouth, bald head." A man in the middle, who didn't look good-looking, and his face was full of weather, glared at him very dissatisfied: "Are you suffering from amnesia, or is menopause coming early?" I don't want to repeat it a second time, you only have the right to babble after the task is completed. ”

"But this time, the target is just a group of primitive people who have been tied up by the Yankees, I don't think they can be more threatening than African, and even those cannibals in the Amazon jungle, their blowing needles and poison darts are more powerful than the bows and arrows of the Indians, aren't they?" The bald head shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly.

In the sniper's opinion, even the war-torn African battlefield, the Amazon rainforest infested with poisonous snakes, insects and ants, can't stop his progress, what can a small Indian tribe be?

Two hundred years ago, the Yankees drove the Indians to their reservation like wild beasts, and they had already abolished the first martial arts of these natives.

Abolish by violence.

Two hundred years later, these cunning Yankees used special preferential policies such as land settlement, tax exemption, and even allowing the other party to open a gambling industry to abolish the last trace of wildness of these natives, so that the other party abandoned the original living habits, integrated into modern society, and became conformist.

It is abolished by stratagem, or by the economy of capital.

What can the Indians, who have lost their unruly traditions, stand up to their heavily armed mercenaries?

However, his captain seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and sneered and warned: "Although what we have to deal with this time is only a small tribe, those people are original Indian natives, savage, murderous, warlike, not much different from the cannibals of the Amazons. As a team's ranged firepower, you don't have the right to take it lightly. ”

The big bald head rolled his eyes with a crooked nose and squinted eyes, not daring to continue to talk back.

But in this world, there is a creature called a chatterbox, and this bald head is obviously among them.

sniffing, he scratched his ears and cheeks again and leaned over to the captain: "Boss, do you think our employer is having a funny head?" Although I know that guns are not banned here, but looking at the weapons distributed, even their National Guard may not have such advanced equipment, right? Aren't they afraid of being approached by the strips and the FBI? ”

"Idiots, strips and FBIs are also at the service of the capitalists."

Before the captain could reply, a sturdy little man next to him sneered, "Our employer is Alpha Natural Resources, and if you know that this company bulldozed an entire acre of cemetery five years ago - because there is a $4 billion coal mine buried under this cemetery, then you won't be surprised by the sheer power of the employer." ”

"No matter how big a cemetery is, it's just a place to bury the dead." The bald head retorted in a gruff voice.

"It's a white man's graveyard, right over there in West Virginia, and we're just going to kill a bunch of Indians hiding in the mountains." The short man accentuated the words "white" and "Indian", and then sneered: "And under the ass of those Indians, there are about tens of billions of dollars of ilmenite, do you know what this deposit means?" It means aviation equipment, defense needs, and even if the Yankee government knows what we're going to do, they won't necessarily stop it. ”

"Damn, don't play with your strategic vision, Jarrell." The bald head and round eyes widened angrily, staring at his companion.

It's a pity that the little man ignored him at all and continued to sneer: "Compared with those African generals, businessmen who are engaged in resource monopoly are real bastards who eat people and don't spit out bones." ”

"But it's pathetic that you still have to take these bastards' commissions." Another mercenary joined the discussion and complained mercilessly.

"That's enough, who else wants to talk nonsense, just go out and talk here for a night now, and wait for us to withdraw tomorrow. Of course, the bastards in charge of answering don't get a commission. The captain was clearly enraged by his men, and threatened in a deep voice with an unkind face.

At this time, no one dared to continue talking nonsense, and they all made all kinds of strange faces, and began to hurry without saying a word.

The destination was clear, and there was a satellite map specially drawn by Alpha Natural Resources for this operation, plus there were Shoshone guides, so this team of mercenaries quickly touched the foot of the Seven Demon Mountain.

"Boss, wouldn't it be okay to just kill it? So what are you waiting for? ”

The leader of the mercenaries didn't reply, and he didn't bother to pay attention to his subordinate with a brain more developed than his brain, but turned on the black light tactical flashlight by himself, and called the two deputy captains to his side: "George, Hansen, you two lead the team to outflank from both sides, but don't take the initiative to attack, everything is subject to my orders." According to intelligence, the population of this Indian tribe is more than sixty, and more than a third are adult men, so I don't want anything to go wrong. If we run away from even one of them, our actions will be exposed, and you know the results after exposure. ”

Although in the eyes of many people, Indians are actually American citizens, in fact, whether they are modern Indians on reservations or traditional Indians in the wilderness, they have relatively independent autonomy.

According to the existing laws of the United States, each Indian tribe enjoys an independent administrative and judicial system, and the tribal governing bodies are parallel to the state government, and the relationship with the federal government is the relationship between the government and the government, but the federal government has jurisdiction over tribal judicial affairs.

In this case, the Indians are not actually citizens of the United States, but have a relatively independent identity.

Therefore, a mining capital in the United States, for the ilmenite buried in the Indian tribes, and the use of force against those natives, once the news spreads, even if it is to cover up the shame, the federal government will punish Alpha. And the capital predators who have been punished will definitely vent their anger on these mercenaries.

Who let these GIs fail to complete their mission successfully?

One of the vice-captains nodded and prepared to leave without saying a word, while the other looked over with some hesitation: "Boss, just kill those men, in case a woman and child run out......

"You are now a mercenary, my sir!" The captain glared at him sternly, then pointed at the team members behind him and spat at him: "And you are also the vice captain of the team, so you must be responsible for your comrades first, not to sympathize with those who are destined to become victims." ”

The air around him suddenly froze, and after a pause, the captain stretched out his fist and slapped his chest: "Don't have too much psychological pressure, you should have this realization when you pick up the gun and become a mercenary." And after the task is completed, someone will give us infamy. ”

The captain gestured to the Shoshone man who was far ahead.

Being scolded so much that he couldn't raise his head, the deputy captain gritted his teeth with a red face, and then set off with his men towards the predetermined position.

After watching the interception team depart, the captain asked the mercenaries to check the equipment again, and then held the air headset in his throat and ordered in a deep voice: "Keep silent, let's go now!" ”

The Seven Demon Mountains are a small mountain range in the middle of the three elevation points.

And the target of the mercenaries this time is Tenino Lake, the second highest altitude in the Seven Demon Mountains.

It is a small tribe of the Umatilla people, or a clan with family ties.

This small tribe was not close to the other Umatilla people, and because there were more than twenty mountain lakes scattered around the tribe, the transportation was not convenient and fast, so he was not worried that the team's operation might fail this time. The only thing I care about is whether I can completely annihilate the opponent according to the predetermined plan.

However, as he got closer and closer to his goal, the captain's little worry completely turned into ecstasy.

For the Shoshone, who had been the guide, had come back from some investigation and told him that his feud was having a sacrifice ceremony, and that the Indian sacrifice was compulsory for all tribesmen.

There is only one person who has the courage not to go, and there is only one person in a special situation - this guy is tired of life, waiting to be burned to death the next day and sacrificed.

After learning of this situation, the captain burst into a series of laughter in his heart, and slapped the guide's shoulder like a gambling machine: "Yes, very good, after this mission is completed, I will help you ask for credit." ”

Then, without saying more, he waved his hand and beckoned his subordinates, and quietly touched the target's location.

From the Shoshone guides, they knew early on that the Indians were good at raising hounds, so this sneak attack also deliberately chose a downwind position.

This choice directly led to them reaching the outside of the gathering place, only two hundred meters away from the target, and the other party still failed to find them.

Not long after, the two detachments outflanked from both flanks also sent messages indicating that they had entered the attack position.

With a satisfied, bloodthirsty smile on his face, the captain turned his head and gestured at the heavy firepower team behind him.

The three teams got up one after another, and while half-kneeling on the ground, they pulled out thick and hard ones from their ammunition bags and stuffed them into the guys who were eating themselves. rs

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