In ancient times, the two armies often had to fight for half a day, but in modern battles, a missile can make an army lie down, and a battle may end in an instant, Wu Ming just shot down a helicopter in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, the battle was over.

Gunsmoke, blood, dead people......

The battlefield is so cruel, either you die or I die, even if you are mentally prepared, but when you smell the smell of gunpowder and blood, Wu Ming still has a feeling of being at a loss, hatred is like a whirlpool, which will make people sink deeper and deeper.

"Brother Pig! Are you killing someone for the first time? ”

"It's not! When I was on a mission in a small country in Africa, I was asked to help the government eliminate armed thugs. ”

Murderers, people always kill, Wu Ming looked up at the clear blue sky, feeling as if a pair of eyes were watching him, he sighed faintly, and said, "We will definitely go to hell after we die, right?" ”

Zhuge Dachang also sighed imperceptibly, and said with a smile: "Do you still want to go to heaven?" ”

The man fought for the national righteousness, did his best, and died, no matter whether he won or lost, he was worthy of the sky, but he fought for personal revenge, and a hearty victory made Wu Ming and others feel heavy......

As the minutes ticked by, the sun gradually rose into the middle of the sky.

"Attention! Here they are again. ”

Hearing the warning, Wu Ming and the others picked up the binoculars, but what they saw was a cloud of smoke, and everyone suddenly chuckled in their hearts, the guerrillas used smoke bombs, and there was no way to see the enemy's reality clearly.

"It's almost noon, how about we go back to town for lunch first?"

Hearing Wu Ming's proposal on the walkie-talkie, everyone's expressions were a little strange, did this mean that they wanted to retreat? However, no one objected, and when the first attack of the guerrillas was repelled and their hatred was vented, they felt a little more at a loss in their hearts. Does it make sense to continue to kill and abuse?

"That's a good idea, but it's a little troublesome right now."

"What's the trouble?"

"The infrared radar shows that we are already surrounded...... Sun Zhiwen's voice was bitter, "their strength is at least ten times that of just now, and they are slowly advancing from all directions. ”

"Oh no!"

"Damn! They're going to shut down and beat the dogs. ”

"Alas...... Brother Pig! If you want to be a beast, no one will stop you, don't pull us into the water, okay? ”

No wonder there was no movement after the first attack, it turned out that the guerrillas bypassed the radar range, and then secretly carried out encirclement, Wu Ming and others secretly called a mistake, too dependent on high technology, encirclement and suppression was originally a conventional tactic used by more people to deal with fewer people, why didn't they think of it? It's stupid, it's surrounded.

"Zero! What to do? ”

"Boss?"

Everyone is waiting for Wu Ming's decision, the conventional plan of anti-encirclement and suppression is to find a weak point and assault, however, the choice of assault is easy to be ambushed, and the 'dead man' may suddenly jump up and fire two shots, there are too many unknown factors.

After thinking about it for a while, Wu Ming briefly said his thoughts, there are wounded and clerks in their group, and they may lose sight of one or the other when they raid, if they encounter someone who pretends to be a 'Tuxing Sun', it is likely that a team of people will be finished.

"Do you want to defend it?"

"It's not a dead guard!" Sun Zhiwen expressed his opinion, "We have radars and can selectively retreat according to their movements. ”

"That's right, we can choose to retreat depending on the situation......," Wu Ming added, "However, we may hold for a long time, everyone should pay attention to saving ammunition, and if you don't see a rabbit, you won't scatter an eagle." ”

"I think the current situation is more appropriate to call not seeing the coffin and not shedding tears?"

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The guerrillas were throwing smoke bombs while advancing slowly, and the surroundings were white, although they had entered the firing range, but in order to save ammunition, Wu Ming and the others did not fire indiscriminately, only the three musketeers of the dragon tooth fired a shot from time to time......

A little admiration flashed in Wu Ming's eyes, he looked at Zhuge Dachang beside him, and asked in a low voice: "If you can't see everyone shooting, are they the legendary blind snipers?" ”

"Blind sniper!" Zhuge Dachang rolled his eyes and told the truth, "They just shot indiscriminately, just like a lottery, it's luck." ”

"Ugh!" The corners of Wu Ming's mouth twitched twice, and he sneered: "Then how do you know if you have won the lottery?" ”

"Listen to the screams!"

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Unable to see the enemy, Wu Ming had no psychological barrier, he also picked up the machine gun and started the 'lottery', constantly thinking in his heart, I am not killing, I am just shooting, if someone dies, it must be the left foot mixed with the right foot and fell to death, it's none of my business!

Looking at Wu Ming, who was wearing short-sleeved pants, carrying a machine gun, and carrying a cartridge belt box 'Left Tutu, Right Tutu', Zhuge Dachang smiled and shook his head, obviously it is a battlefield of life and death, but this kid is like a sprayer on his back to spray pesticides, which makes people laugh.

Laughing and crying.

Now that there is advanced battlefield radar electronics, it should be known that they are surrounded, why don't they break through? The black scorpion put down the sniper rifle helplessly, and Wu Ming and the others did not play their cards according to the rules, which really made him a little depressed.

Whining...... The sound of the horn echoed melodiously, fearing that it would be spied on, the guerrillas abandoned all communication equipment and adopted the oldest way of the tribe to transmit orders.

Smoke grenades flew all over the sky, like a meteor shower......

The guerrillas were still throwing smoke bombs, and Wu Ming and the others were still foggy all around, and only the deafening sound of rushing and killing could be heard.

The sound of killing shook the sky!

Hundreds of guerrilla fighters attacked the trench where Wu Ming and others were located one after another, and then kept falling under the guns, standing and being shot to death, kneeling and being shot to death, lying down and being shot to death......

Rush up one to die one, rush up to two dead and one pair, live just to get shot? It's not like a battle with a huge disparity, it's more like a massacre, a slaughter of a dozen people against a few hundred, it's a killing feast that belongs to the devil.

I don't know how long it took, the smoke gradually dissipated, the guerrilla charge stopped, those who were not afraid of death were all dead, and those who were afraid of death began to retreat, the black scorpion hiding behind an abandoned armored car shook his head secretly, the combat effectiveness was really terrible, more than a dozen people actually suppressed the charge of hundreds of people, each of them was a war machine with one enemy and one hundred?

But how much ammunition do you still have?

Ignoring the fleeing guerrilla fighters, the black scorpion fired a flare with a pistol, and then one after another 'dead corpses' crept up on the battlefield, wearing uniform black bulletproof vests, each with a tattoo of a scorpion on their faces.

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Mountains of dead people, Wu Ming is not the first time to see so many dead people, if it was before, he would definitely vomit until his large intestine turned out, but now he just came out of last year's breakfast, and he kept shaking after vomiting.

"Sangui, are you alright? Is it hurt? ”

"Nope!"

Wu Ming spit out a word with difficulty, his body was still shaking, his black and white face kept twitching, and his expression seemed to be very high? It's like taking half a catty of crane top red, and you may die at any time.

"What are you shaking?"

"You think I want to shake?" Wu Ming patted the weapon beside him and said indignantly, "Do you know how strong the recoil of this thing is?" I feel like I'm driving down a hill in a car with only wheels, you know what it's like? ”

"It must be painful, right?"

"Nonsense!"

"Attention everyone!" Sun Zhiwen warned again, "They came up again." ”

Again! Could it be that if we kill us, we can go back and be emperors? Haven't you already fled? Why did you kill it again? Wu Ming poked his head out of the trench and found that some black shadows sneakily touched two or three hundred meters away......

"Empty!" After the Aquila fired a shot, he sighed in surprise, pressed the headset and said, "These rats are not simple, they almost made me miss." ”

The gopher picked up the binoculars and glanced at it, and said neatly: "They are the Black Scorpion Mercenary Group, and their combat effectiveness is definitely no worse than that of the special forces." ”

The smell of blood finally attracted the wolves hidden in the shadows, Wu Ming and the others showed a sarcastic look, let a group of guerrilla rabble act as cannon fodder, and then hid aside to recuperate, waiting for work, and finally took advantage of the situation to enter, and the small abacus played quite well.

"It doesn't matter if they are black scorpions or white scorpions, what can be fried is a good scorpion......," Zhuge Dachang roared in high spirits: "We will let them beat the dogs with meat buns, and there will be no return." ”

"Meat buns...... Dog fighting? Wu Ming complained with a dark face: "Brother pig! Have you ever lived to be a dog in your life? ”

The conversation between the two was interrupted by gunfire, and the battle resumed......

More than 100 people of the Black Scorpion Mercenary Regiment did not choose to assault, but hid in the bushes two hundred meters away and put cold guns, Wu Ming and the others did the same, the two sides fought tepidly, they fought a war of attrition, and it was not as tragic as before.

The black scorpion's expression gradually became cold, in order to reduce the casualties, he wanted to use up the ammunition of Wu Ming and the others before attacking, but he found that the first thing he couldn't afford was his own side, because every time a sniper gun sounded, the black scorpion mercenary group would almost lose its personnel, and if it continued like this, within half a day, people would die.

The war of attrition could not be fought, so it could only be done in one battle, after the black scorpion gave an order, an overwhelming smoke bomb was immediately thrown towards the trench guarded by Wu Ming and others, and the members of the black scorpion mercenary group all drew their sabers and sneered in unison, like a wolf showing its fangs......

The trench is white again, the visibility is less than 20 meters, and there are smoke bombs? Wu Ming, who was choking on tears, was speechless, we can't see you, can you see us? Everyone doesn't see it, make a yarn!

Soon, one figure passed through the smoke, two figures passed through the smoke, and ten figures passed through the smoke......

The members of the Black Scorpion Mercenary Group rushed to the front of the position, everyone was holding a saber in their left hand and a pistol in their right hand, Wu Ming and the others widened their eyes, Damn! These crazy madmen, they want to fight in close quarters!