The one led by Blind. After dealing with the strange task arranged by the "director team", the S Old Bird team flew to the slums of Manila and another team in the "Grayback Falcon" helicopter numbered S1. The S rookie detachment converged.

Since the "director's team" had not yet removed the radio shield from the area, Blind and the others did not know that the other team was already in a bitter battle.

Since the first Spaniards from Mexico landed on Cebu in 1565, the Spaniards have been operating here for more than 300 years.

But for centuries, the Spaniards never really had full control over the land. The Sultanate of Sulu coexisted with the Spanish colonial regime, and the Ming and Qing vassal states did not break ties with the Manchus until 1851, when the Spanish invaded the island.

In the southern part of the Philippines, there is the Green Regime, established by the Arabs in 1450, and the friction between these people and the Catholic Spaniards has not broken for centuries.

In fact, even in Manila, as long as the castle complex built by the Spanish on the south bank of the Bashi River came out, the Spaniards had the same control, and they basically relied on provoking conflicts between the various ethnic groups in the area to ensure that they were not challenged from outside the castle complex.

In addition to the low ability and quality of the Philippine police, the reason why Manila will become the criminal capital of Asia and the city of kidnapping in later generations is absolutely inseparable from the seeds of ethnic contradictions planted by the Spaniards.

So when Sergeant Gonzalez broke into the local slum with two wounded crossers, he was immediately attacked with a fierce attack that he had not anticipated.

Like the famous slum of Rio de Janeiro, it is full of dilapidated houses arranged like weeds, and the complex terrain where love can be encountered at any turn, and the advantage of firearms is greatly diminished here.

Especially the old bolt-action rifles in the hands of the Spanish rebels, with their long barrels and dry unshelling and loading movements, were a demonic presence in the face of the crazy natives pouring out of the corners, well, that meant to the operator.

On a few occasions this small force that had recklessly broken into the ghetto was almost overwhelmed by the mindless influx of people, and if it hadn't been for the two rough embryos that had brought three AK-74U out of the remains of the Ka-27, they and the Spaniards who had brought them here would have been chopped to pulp.

When the 5.45mm ammunition on the two cargo was exhausted, the Spaniards had no courage to continue walking around the ghetto, and had to stay in a wooden hut on a small slope, begging the two-knife pilot to call for reinforcements with the small talking box.

Helpless from the delivery. From the moment the S team arrived, the "director's team" thoughtfully cut off almost the entire South Pacific radio signal, and they could only desperately resist waves of attacks from the natives.

Fortunately, these natives did not have the courage to break the net, otherwise they would have thrown a fire at the wooden house in spite of the danger of the whole slum being caught in flames, and the people in the house would have become roast pigs.

"Damn! We shouldn't have saved these two Great Song people! "The lack of hope finally caused a rift in the makeshift team, and some people began to complain.

"Shut up! I didn't put a gun at your head to force you to come with me, it was the gold promised by the Great Song people in the small box that asked you to come with me. So, for the sake of gold, you'd better stop saying these useless words. As an experienced veteran, Gonzalez knew that he couldn't let people spread negative energy in the team at this time.

"Hmph, we can also get gold by bringing these two Great Song people to Maragan Nangong (Spanish Governor's Palace), and we don't have to face these crazy natives!" The ill-willed man ignored Gonzalez's warnings and continued to mumble.

"Yes, the 'generous' governor will definitely give us a few gold coins, and then when the Great Song people are in Mani**, we will be hung on the gallows like sausages!" Garcia, who was loyal to Gonzalez, retorted.

"So what? At least until the Great Song people hang us, we can still be happy! The guy who spreads negative energy said unrelentingly.

Bang! Gonzalez is also ruthless, and when he saw the thing and had the intention of stopping nagging, he directly gave Ya a bullet to shut his mouth forever.

"Well, now there is one less person to divide the gold! Gentlemen, hold your place, don't do stupid things anymore, I can't do my arithmetic well, and I can't recalculate the division of the bounty again. Gonzalez said to the rebel soldiers.

Although the two pilots with two knives didn't know what the Spaniards were arguing about, since Gonzalez had shot and killed, it was not difficult to guess that the gang had made an internal bar.

On the stretcher over there, the face covered with a bloodstained ragged military uniform was the rough embryo who was chatting and farting with him a few hours ago, and there were whining and whining everywhere outside the house, and the most terrible thing was that the damn radio station only had the sound of sizzling electricity!

"I've heard that there are still uncivilized cannibals on this island, do you think there will be a few ruthless people out there who want to taste our taste?" The driver, who injured both legs, said to the co-pilot.

"Why don't you know how to chat, it's interesting for you to talk about this kind of topic at this time?" The co-pilot had the urge to give this fool a shot at that time.

"I knew that I would have brought a glorious bomb on the plane, and I wouldn't have left a piece of finished good meat for those natives!" The pilots are afraid that the psychological pressure is too great, and they have begun to show signs of madness.

"Shut up!" The co-pilot was a little unbearable.

"Don't be so irritable, do you think those cannibals will eat us raw, or will they bake us and eat it again, will they also make hot pot! Maybe ......," the driver continued.

"Shut up! Did you listen, did you hear that? The sound of a helicopter engine! The co-pilot said.

"You can't be an auditory hallucination, right, where is there any other sound here besides the noise of the natives!?" The driver said.

Honk! Honk! Honk! In a few moments, the loud roar of the Grayback Falcon's three-engine engine drowned out the whining sound of the natives' mouths.

"Damn, why is the efficiency of the ground crew so high, this is the end of the investigation?" At this time, it has only been a few hours since the command center suspected that the "director team" had tampered with the aircraft, and if the ground crew had that level, they would not have crashed the plane.

"It's not Ka-27!" The co-pilot said.

"Nonsense, it's not Ka-27, I'll still use you!" The driver said.

"It doesn't seem to be a Sea Cat helicopter on the Brandenburg class."

"It doesn't matter what kind of helicopter the is, hurry up and find out the life-saving smoke grenades!"

"Are you stupid, the whole slum is pouring here, and they are throwing a ball to survive the smoke bomb, don't set this broken wooden house on fire!"

As the co-pilot said, S2 had just entered the arena when he noticed the cabin that was being frantically attacked by the natives. However, S2's downhill rope left them on the spot after unloading Bridges on the beach, and now S2 has no way to drop them right away.S team members rescue the two goods.

The entire ghetto was full of buildings that grew like weeds, and there was no place for a large helicopter like the Grayback Falcon to get their feet on, so S2 had to fly to an open field outside the slum in order to drop off the .S rookie squad.

"I'm rubbing, the voice is far away, the goods won't fly away, I specially asked you to put smoke bombs, you still don't believe it!" The driver said.

"Fuck your uncle, it's good for you to get close and scare these natives, what do you mean by flying away like this!?" The co-pilot, who was rummaging through the smoke bombs, also collapsed.

When Bridges walks the rookies into this messy slum, they find that they are no better off than the American GIs in "Black Hawk Down."

It is true that the natives of this era did not have AK-47s and RPGs in their hands, but Bridges did not have the available communication equipment and corresponding air support!

The 12.7mm machine gun on the S2 was running out of ammunition, and because the director team blocked the radio signal, it was so weak to use it as a reconnaissance helicopter.

Ground-based. The S-team can only learn what he is observing on the helicopter by observing the gestures of the snipers on the S2, but due to the lack of timeliness and gesture expression, it is not reliable to rely on the S2 to guide them forward.

“Shit！ I've been shot! "After a burst of fire and smoke, a. . The rookie yelled loudly.

"Calm down, soldier! That breech gun can't penetrate your rebound vest! Bridge said to the rookie who had been yelling after killing the natives who were hiding in the shadows and shooting black guns.

"F*ck!, this damn ghetto, can anyone tell me if there's a madman waiting for us at the next window and around the corner!?" The rookie cursed while shaking off the iron sand on his "sticky" body.

"The whole team! Search Forward! Bridge said to the rookies who were sparsely positioned under him.

Although he was tempted to rush to the pilot's besieged cabin, the current situation forced Bridge to slow down.