In the woods, there are still snipers from four action teams lying on the branches in the forest, at this time, except for the Barrett heavy sniper with a long range in Cheng Ru's hand, who is still facing the hillside opposite the riverbank, Lin Zisheng, Wen Meng and Li Ping's sniper muzzles have moved to their own riverbank, and they are quietly lying behind the night-vision sniper scopes, once the enemy breaks away from the crowd of people who are fighting, it is immediately a shot.

Cheng Ru's face was expressionless, the muzzle of the gun moved from time to time on the opposite hillside and riverbank, and several black shadows that had just crawled out of the rocks on the hillside and the pile of corpses on the bank had just emerged before they were knocked to the ground by Barrett's heavy 12.7mm bullets.

A black shadow that suddenly drilled out from behind the stone and desperately climbed up the mountain just ran a few steps, and with the sound of Cheng Ru's gunfire, it was cut off by the large-caliber ammunition, and a cloud of blood mist rose on the opposite hillside, and in the blink of an eye, the opposite hillside was quiet again, and there was only a black shadow lying horizontally and vertically.

This not only prevents the enemy from suddenly appearing on the other side of the river to cover the fighting teammates, but also snipes the enemy who suddenly leaves the battle circle to prevent them from shooting their teammates.

The eastern sky had whitened, the murderous riverbank had gradually quieted down, a layer of mist shrouded in the raging river, and the broad riverbank was full of figures lying on both sides, and the stumps and severed arms were scattered on the muddy grass, and the banks of the river had been dyed blood-red by the flowing blood.

The casualties caused by the cold weapon battlefield are far more shocking than the damage caused by bullets.

The countless black shadows that were originally swaying on the river bank had already fallen silently on the grass, and there were only thirty or so figures left in the fierce fighting arena just now.

The fierce battle stopped, and the team members who had just concentrated on the battle finally relaxed, and some of the new team members only looked at the battlefield by the light rising in the east at this time, and almost all the new team members couldn't help but cover their mouths and bend down to vomit when they saw such a cruel killing scene and smelled the pungent smell of blood.

During the battle, everyone's spirits were extremely nervous, all their attention was on the opponent, and they had no time to look around, and now seeing such a bloody scene, these new team members, who had only seen the bloody once in the last battle to rescue the Wujing border guards, suddenly felt something churning in their stomachs surging upward......

The leopard team members saw the retching sound of the new team members bending over, they all looked at each other, and smiled knowingly, they had already put away their long whips and sabers at this time, and they were all around with their guns in their hands.

The appearance of each new member is an inevitable reflection of the appearance of the battle, and only veterans such as the Leopard Commandos, who are accustomed to seeing such battle scenes, will turn a blind eye to such bloody scenes.

By the time a group of old men and women with scimitars emerged from the woods, the banks of the river had fallen silent, filled with scimitar warriors in fur vests and numerous disheveled enemies.

At this time, only two small leopards are running back and forth in the pile of people who have fallen to the ground, looking for the enemy who has not yet lost their breath, and the warriors of the scimitar tribe are wearing animal skin vests, and hunting for a living all year round, and they have a special smell on their bodies, for the small flowers, their sensitive sense of smell, they can distinguish friend from friend and foe far away, and those who still breathe enemies can not escape their claws.

From time to time, the sharp nails on their four claws flickered in the crowd, followed by a few faint screams, and in the minds of the two leopards, the enemy did not need to be left alive, and the evil was eliminated.

Wan Lin didn't stop the two leopards, he was here to carry out a special mission, leaving the enemy's mouth alive, it was possible to add a lot of uncertainty to his actions, and once someone slipped out, the whereabouts of his group might be exposed.

Hundreds of old men and women rushed out of the woods and were shocked by the scene in front of them, the corpses of scimitar warriors and enemies fell to the ground on the riverbank, and the leopard god they worshipped was surrounding the old patriarch's golden leopard, licking its still bleeding wounds, and several people brought by the leopard god had already run to the hillside across the river, and were holding guns to the surrounding rings, while the other part of the people were squatting on the ground to rescue the wounded scimitar warriors.

They stopped and paused for a moment, and then ran silently to their relatives lying on the grass, the members of the action team who were bandaging the scimitar warriors, and when they saw many old people and women running, they all stood up silently and walked aside, and stood quietly watching them.

The old men and women rushed to the wounded, looked at the bloody wounds, quickly took out the powder wrapped in leaves from their bodies and sprinkled it on the wounds of the scimitar warriors, and then skillfully took out strips of cloth to bandage the wounds, with skillful and neat movements.

The surrounding action team members have all learned the knowledge of battlefield ambulance, but when they saw the skillful rescue actions of these old men and women, they suddenly felt an inexplicable uncomfortable feeling in their hearts.

Tears were on the faces of the young tribal girls who were bandaging the wounds that were visible to the bones, and the seriously wounded people might have been their lovers or brothers, but they did not cry, and their dexterous hands were swiftly tending to the wounds.

The members of the operation team understood that only a girl who often saw blood would be able to maintain her composure when her loved one was so badly injured, and perhaps life and death were too common for the people of the Scimitar tribe.

They themselves are a tribe that lives in strife and blood, in order to survive they fight wild beasts, fight against enemies who covet their land, they themselves are an ancient tribe that survives in battle and multiplies in blood, and their men, women and children have long been accustomed to life and death, accustomed to this bloody scene.

Wan Lin glanced around coldly, and then listened to the gunfire behind the side mountain that was originally fierce, and he found that there had been no movement over there, Wan Lin's heart sank, the battle over there was estimated to have stopped a long time ago, the base camp of the scimitar tribe had suffered such a big loss, and the troops over there were estimated to have been wiped out long ago, and I don't know how many scimitar warriors fell there.

After observing the surroundings, Wan Lin groaned for a while, and issued several orders one after another: "Cheng Ru, take a firepower team to the direction behind Jingjie Mountain, two kilometers away on the other side of the river, to prevent the enemy from reinforcing it", "Baoya will take a group on the opposite slope of Jingjie to the nearest Jingjie", "Hong Tao organized team members to clean up the battlefield and replenish ammunition, and Lingling took a few people to count the casualties. ”

With Wan Lin's words, Cheng Ru ran to the other side of the river with Wang Dali, Wei Chao and Wang Hong, and the wind belt and the wind and rain brothers also ran across the river and practiced near the hillside.