"Hehe, it seems that you are still moving fast, and Tower 4 has been controlled, a little slower than you!" Gao Fei said with a smile.

To put it bluntly, it was more difficult for him to attack the turret than Li Huaifeng, and it took a dynamite bag to blow up the turret.

"Quick, immediately inform General Chiyan, there is a strong enemy attacking, the identity is unknown, but it is certain, it is definitely the top combat power on the mercenary rankings!"

The centurion screamed, and found that the main fire points in the camp were all controlled by the other party.

He turned his head to look at the four armored vehicles not far away, gritted his teeth and said, "Drive the armored car out, inform Captain Tony Centurion, and let him hold half of the men and horses to hold the slaves, and the other half to support quickly!" ”

In the five minutes of battle, his men were killed or wounded eighty or ninety, and they were in a mess, like headless flies, not knowing where to go.

It's no wonder they couldn't find the right direction, because everything came too suddenly.

Moreover, the other party is not invading on a large scale, it seems that only a few people have infiltrated, but the attack coefficient they caused is absolutely disastrous.

The mine spanned a thousand meters, and the battle line dragged on too long, so that they could not concentrate their firepower to encircle and suppress the scattered enemy, so they could only let another team of men and horses quickly participate in the battle to turn the crisis into safety.

"Stupid Mande, I really doubt that his command ability is not worthy of being a centurion, you three groups of men and horses stay, and the rest of the people follow me, how big a wave can a group of chickens and dogs steal garbage?"

Captain Tony Centurion cursed, sat in an armored car, and his men either ran or rode on motorcycles, and hurried to the rear of the war group.

The so-called two fists are invincible to four hands, even if Brother Feng is strong, they can't turn the tide under the barking of the dogs.

The timing and effect of their appearance were perfect, but after a round of attack, the enemy found a respite, and was quickly met with a frantic response.

"Die, trash!"

Captain Tony Centurion stood on the armored car, carrying a bazooka on his shoulder, and shot at Brother Feng's position.

Not only him, but also his subordinates fired rockets at very precise angles.

"The little ones are really here, we need help!"

Brother Feng muttered, his body soared quickly, and a few arrows rushed out more than thirty meters, rolled on the spot, and hid behind a boulder.

A deafening explosion rang out from where he had been, and although he was not injured, the powerful waves of air and splashing stones still fell on him, and his body was slightly embarrassed.

Subsequently, the tower where Good Luck was located, and the position where Goofy was lurking, were all attacked by enemy fire.

They fled between the bullets and bullets, their clothes in tatters, and they were injured to varying degrees.

Caterina was in the middle of the jungle, firing at enemy heavy gunners and missilemen with a sniper rifle, but in the face of hundreds of enemies, her assassination alone seemed a drop in the bucket.

"This is what happens to our bone-gnawing squad, do the slaves see it? You are destined to live under our iron whip for the rest of your life, and in a while, I will catch these dogs and eat them all on the fire, and catch them alive! ”

Tony Centurion looked up to the sky and laughed, his excited face as if he had met the pinnacle of life.

The hundreds of soldiers under his command found that the enemy was nothing more than that, and their acting skills were better than the miscellaneous pieces of strength, so they all breathed a sigh of relief, divided into four teams, and chased them out.

"It's not saved, we're not saved!"

"Alas, there are so few people, why doesn't God have mercy on us who are suffering!"

"If I was given a gun, I would charge."

In the iron cage, one slave after another showed unwilling expressions, and the depths of unwillingness were sympathy and despair.

Some of them were civilians from nearby villages, and many more were former soldiers of the Free Legion.

At this moment, they are wearing heavy shackles on their hands and feet, not to mention counterattacking, even fighting must be restricted, how can they resist in the face of this group of frenzied soldiers?

"Shut up, you bitches, get to the cage and squat obediently, Lao Tzu is going to kill people!"

A soldier shouted, the butt of his rifle raised high, about to strike at some emaciated slave.

However, before his hand fell, he saw a figure flashing beside him, and the shackles of a slave were strangely strangled around his neck.

"In the next life, you'd better learn to respect others!"

The corners of the pheasant's mouth hooked up a touch of playfulness, and with a twist of his hands, he snapped and broke the other party's neck.

These simple shackles, in the hands of Captain Jin of the Dragon Hunting Squad, are equivalent to children's toys, and they are not worth mentioning.

"Dare to resist and kill them all!"

When the soldiers on the side saw this, five or six people immediately picked up their pistols and were about to open fire.

Bang la, the chains that were faster than they pulled the trigger attacked.

The praying mantis of the dragon hunting team, his body jumped high, his hands shook, and the five soldiers were hit hard, and he knelt on one knee, and the bullet hit the ground, not killing the prisoner, but burrowing into his body.

"They're spies, damn it, someone mixed in with slaves!"

The soldiers shouted loudly, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

At this time, the coyote on the side narrowed his eyes coldly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile, and he took out two sharp knives from his waist, his body was like a galloping jackal on the grassland, and he quickly rushed out nine meters away in three seconds, and blood flew everywhere he went, and eight soldiers fell in a pool of blood.

Hulala, coyotes, praying mantises, and pheasants threw the key on the guard's waist to the slave next to them, and they picked up the weapons on the ground to form a powerful warband.

Compared to Brother Feng, their task was the easiest, they only had to face a hundred soldiers, and these soldiers needed to guard two thousand slaves, and they had already lined up in a long line, unable to strike at the first time.

However, their task is also the most important, only by liberating this group of slaves will they be exchanged for several times the enemy's living force, and the balance of war will be reversed.

"Gun in hand, follow me!"

The coyote shouted loudly, and the two-handed submachine gun spewed out a majestic tongue of fire, like a peerless killing god.

"The time has come to resist, if you want to become a slave of Red Flame for the rest of your life, or join the army that rebels against them, the decision of fate is in your hands!"

Not to be outdone, the three of them tried their best to reverse the originally desperate atmosphere as much as possible.

"Damn the bastards, kill them, there are only three of them, don't be afraid!"

The soldiers screamed, accustomed to the feeling of being above all beings, and had nothing but killing in their hearts, and no fear.

More than 100 people turned their guns and tried to launch a merciless crush, and the atmosphere was quite solemn.

At the last moment, Bud, the leader of the Freedom Legion, suddenly rammed a soldier with his body, rode on him, and slammed his fist at the opponent's door.

"Surrender is death, fight once may not die, brothers, stand up!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

As a representative of the slaves, Bard's voice is undoubtedly the fire that ignites everyone's fighting spirit.

"Fight!"

"Down with the Red Flame!"

"I want to avenge my wife and children!"

The crowd is passionate and enthusiastic.

Any silent lamb who is cornered will rise to the bloody nature of survival, not to mention, most of the people here are former warriors.

A thousand people were locked in cages and mines and slammed into the shackles, picking up stones from the ground and throwing them at the soldiers.

A thousand people were not locked in cages, relying on their flesh to pounce on the demons beside them, tearing and biting, and crushing them with their bodies.

"Untouchables, die!"

The soldiers had guns in their hands, and they were even more powerful, and they killed a large number of people with a sweep.

But, one life fell, and hundreds of warriors stood up.

When it comes to numerical superiority, they cannot be compared with this group of prisoners.

More than a dozen people surrounded a soldier, all kinds of knee bangs, flying kicks, electric bubbles, bites, and mountains of attacks.

In an instant, the most noticeable place became the core of the most fierce resistance.

"Pick up the gun and join us!"

The three coyotes were full of pride in their hearts, and looking at the passionate scene, they knew that the outcome of this battle had changed.

At the same time, in a dense forest not far from the outskirts of the gold mine, more than a dozen armed soldiers held their breath and watched intently what was happening inside.

"Who are these people, it seems that there are only four people, but how clever the means are!"

"Do you want to help them? The tigers can't hold the wolves, and it looks like they won't last long! ”

"Don't act rashly, once we fail, we don't even have the last hope!"

This group of people is the stragglers of the Freedom Legion who narrowly escaped.

During this time, they have been secretly operating on the periphery, trying to rescue their former brother.

However, they are pitifully small in number, and their weapons and ammunition are not sufficient, so there is only one way to kill when they rush in.

"Look, look, the brothers of the free seem to have been rescued!"

"Oh my God, a large number of prisoners have been rescued, and this group is making noise!"

"Hopefully, this is definitely a promising battle, on, help them!"