"Let's go!"

At the sound of an order, Lao Maozi was divided into four groups of people in a very orderly manner, and began to get busy, first of all, to support the people in the direction of the canyon, under the leadership of Drew and the Tsar, board the truck, and move towards the canyon with confidence, and it only takes five minutes to reach the battlefield.

The person in charge of port security, under the leadership of the remaining reinforcements, began to work in an orderly manner, first of all, all the gunners and drivers entered the tank, the loader is a part-time driver, the number is too small, so only the loader occupation can be separated, a tank can be two people, if you need to run, the driver can run the tank.

The logistics people are under the most pressure, because the big war is about to break out, so they need to prepare sufficient ammunition, but fortunately, there are more trucks on the side of the remaining reinforcements, and the ammunition can be easily transported to the location of the canyon.

Farah's men, the first to arrive at the battlefield was the group of cannon fodder blacks, at the location of the previous camp, lined up in a long line, waiting for the order to attack, but this group of blacks saw the charred corpses and various wreckage all over the ground, and their legs trembled a little with fright.

"Everyone obeys the order, the first row, everyone is five meters apart, forward, those who retreat die, and the reward for advancing is fifty dollars!"

One of Farah's subordinates shouted loudly, not to mention fifty dollars, even five hundred dollars, he dared to shout out, whether this group of people can survive or not is two words, just write a blank check, the role of this group of people is to step on the mine, stepping on the minefield is victory, or crossing the minefield is already considered a kind of luck, and you still want to survive this war?

Farah's subordinate officers looked at this group of black men, and in his eyes, it was a miracle that these cannon fodder 3,000 people could survive a hundred!

"Onward! Death to those who retreat! ”

The officer shouted loudly again, and at the same time fired a shot into the sky, a crisp gunshot, so that the black man, who was still afraid, finally took his own steps and moved forward a little bit.

"Hurry up!" The officer shot again, this time directly killing a black man who was walking behind, and then pulled out a black man: "You go over and take his place!" ”

After being killed, the efficiency of this group of blacks finally improved, and they began to get closer and closer to the minefield, the tsar and others were already in place, holding binoculars in their hands and watching the blacks in the distance preparing to enter the minefield, they couldn't help but look at Drew: "BOSS, why don't these blacks use artillery to detonate the minefield, but use human lives to fill it?" ”

Drew smiled: "Cannonballs are much more expensive than the lives of these, how much is a cannonball, at least fifty dollars, fifty dollars is enough to buy the lives of five black people!" ”

After speaking, Drew swallowed the chocolate in his mouth, took out a sniper rifle, and aimed at the officer who had flaunted his martial arts before, more than three thousand meters away, or even farther, Drew just wanted to test whether his marksmanship had regressed.

The officers of the peacekeeping forces in the distance also sent a military observation group to watch the battle, the military observation group is a very magical existence, Europeans are very fond of engaging in these things, as the name suggests, where there is a battle, there is their figure, this is also one of the important criteria for them to evaluate the combat effectiveness of a place.

"I want there to be reporters here, there will be people shouting that there are no human rights in Africa!"

An American officer looked at his assistant next to him and put down his binoculars: "Human rights? Do human rights exist in Africa? That's just a slogan shouted by politicians to fool people! After finishing speaking, he took a puff of his cigarette: "It's a pity that no one needs black slaves now, it's a pity that so many people died in vain, and if they are lost in the factory, they can also squeeze some labor!" ”

"We can open some factories in Africa, wouldn't it be good!"

"It's a good proposal, but it's too messy here, forget it, I miss the days when I could sell blacks, and if I could do it now, we might be a consortium!"

"Hahaha, that's right, but do you think Farah can win this time?"

The American officer shook his head: "It's difficult, although I don't know how much strength there is on the other side, but we know Farah's strength very well, his subordinates are all rabble, but he didn't provoke us, otherwise Farah would have died a long time ago!" ”

Drew shot, the M24 was loaded with an eight-fold scope, and hit a target three thousand meters away, even if the sniper god reincarnated, it was estimated that it would be difficult to hit, not to mention that Drew, a sniper who was a monk halfway, didn't know where the bullet flew.

"Looks like my marksmanship has really regressed!" Drew put down his weapon, a little regretful, he still wanted to have an ultra-long-distance kill, and handed the sniper rifle to the sniper next to him a little unhappily: "Later, you will focus on the Japanese and fight, don't waste bullets on the black people!" ”

"Good boss!"

At this time, the tsar gently pushed Drew with his hand: "Head, the black man has entered a minefield!" ”

"It's time for the show!" After Drew finished speaking, he also picked up his binoculars and watched the black man perform.

The minefield ordered by the remaining reinforcements to be buried basically did not do much cover, as long as the soldiers who have undergone professional training, they can see that there are mines here, after all, the time is too short, only one day, to bury mines in such an area, it is already a bit difficult for a strong man, not to mention to clean up the traces, basically impossible.

But this group of blacks were not professionally trained soldiers, they had not even experienced training, and some of them did not know what a mine was, and some of them walked forward with a big grin, their only fear was that when they entered the canyon, they would encounter the enemy.

"Boom!"

A black man who walked in the front detonated a mine, and the whole person's legs were directly blown off, and half of his body flew in the air, and it was not over, the lethality of the mine from the initial gunpowder killing, and later evolved into shrapnel and marbles killing, so the people within a range of six or seven meters around the black man were unlucky.

The black man on his side was hit by several steel balls, one of which hit his eyes, and another of which hit his lower body, and the black man was holding his lower body and screaming, as for the eyes that he couldn't care about at all.

Wailing on the ground in pain, rolling back and forth, and then he felt as if his body was overwhelmed by something, but the huge pain made him not react much at all, followed by another explosion, the black man was completely relieved, and his body was blown off by the waist, but the black man next to him was unlucky again, and he fell to the ground in pain in the marble.