"Ka~Ka~"

The Red Turban's neck was wiped and his throat was slashed twice, the sound of blood and air flow being confused, and then there was no movement.

"First ...... Bosses, Wall ...... There seems to be a sound outside. ”

"He drank so much wine, will he ......"

"Shhh~ Children, don't talk, these demons have gone crazy, the Most High God will punish them, come, children, follow me and pray."

The voices came from the thatched hut next to them, one younger, with a frightened trill, the other low and old, but very calm.

Then there was a slight grinding sound, and then the room was quiet again.

"There's someone inside, listen to the tone...... Like civilians in the village. ”

Xing Feng looked at the height of the earthen wall, put the Red Turban Army against the wall on the ground, as a stepping stone, and carefully looked into the house.

The earthen wall is about 2 meters high, and the roof is made of thatch, and there is a gap between the two, so you can see everything inside the house.

It is about five meters long and about three meters wide, which is the area of this thatched house, and there are no electrical appliances in it, and the only simple living furniture is also smashed and thrown in the house.

In the corner near the side of Xingfeng, there were eight African civilians, surrounding the thin old man in the middle, huddled close together, shivering.

The eight blacks were all women, and most of them were under the age of 30, and the purpose of leaving them behind was very clear to Xingfeng.

Turning to the doorway in front of him, there was a strip of straw mat on the ground, and next to it were several wine bottles and half a roast chicken mated from leaves.

"There is wine and meat, and life is quite nourishing."

Throwing away the strange thought of envy in his heart, Xing Feng looked to the sides of the window, which was blocked by transparent plastic.

After observing for a moment, he made sure that there were no other Red Turban Queens outside the house except for the caretaker at his feet.

Xingfeng came down from the earthen wall, took the ammunition of the drunken Red Turbans, and turned back into the grass to retrieve the Type 56 submachine gun that had been placed earlier.

"Hey, listen inside, I'm commissioned by Bujilu to come to save you, wait and remember, don't make a sound."

The torture style who spoke nonsense without blinking his eyelids, flickered softly, and immediately leaned on the wall and began to move.

"Sha~Sha~"

Hearing the words of admiration and the slight sound of the grass on the top of the earthen wall, the civilians in the house suddenly changed their faces in fright, and they all covered their mouths tightly and shrank to the chief's side.

Let's not talk about whether this rescue is true or not, there have been several people who were shot dead by the impatient Red Turban Army because they were so scared that they screamed.

Based on this, these tribesmen have lingering fears, where do they dare to speak out.

"Boogirlu who escaped?"

After all, the chief was old and his mind was much calmer, so he quickly reacted and hurriedly opened his hands to comfort the clansmen around him.

Four or five seconds passed, and under the frightened and slightly puzzled eyes of everyone, a large hole was dug out of the thatched roof in the wall.

Xing Feng's resolute sword eyebrows and cold face appeared in the grass hole in the earthen wall.

Seeing that the person who came was yellow-skinned, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief, and their frightened eyes flashed with a look like seeing a "savior".

"Poof~"

The wall turned over and fell to the ground, as if silent.

Xing Feng came to everyone, went straight to the point, and asked in a deep voice: "Which of you knows the situation in the village now. ”

The eight African women who were curious about the sentencing wind, their eyes turned and they all focused on the old man in the middle.

"Thank you, Most High, for coming to our rescue, my name is Hama, and I am the chief here."

Sheikh Hama looked to be fifty or sixty years old, but he looked very good and in good physical condition.

"Where are the Red Turbans now? How many people, give me a place. ”

Xing Feng didn't talk nonsense, walked directly to the window, and motioned to Sheikh Hama to indicate the direction.

If it were a normal time, there would be a lot of rules when meeting with the chiefs of the African continent, but in today's situation, no one cares.

"There are 9 of these demons, and they should all be in my house right now, right there."

Xing Feng followed the direction of Hama's finger and saw that about 100 meters away, that is, the highest place in the village, there was a large thatched house 10 meters long.

"Draw me a picture of the layout of the room."

Such a large thatched house, if it were in the country, would definitely be divided into several rooms.

But after the chief of Hama finished drawing, he only drew a line vertically in the middle of the rectangle representing the house, at the position of 37 open.

"This is where I rest."

Hama clicked on the small space on the left, then turned to the right: "This is where our tribe deliberates. ”

Seeing that the layout was so simple, Xing Feng thought about it and immediately had a plan of action.

"You all stay here, be quiet, keep quiet, and I'll take you away later."

After reminding Hama and the others, the torture wind did not stop, and walked away from the earthen wall when coming and going.

"Honorable benefactor, you are alone?"

Thinking that there were 9 devils here, and that the tone of the torture wind sounded like there was only one, Hama couldn't believe his ears.

One man defeating nine people, in Hama's memory, even the strongest warrior in Africa is completely impossible.

"Just me, that's enough!"

The torture didn't look back, he left a sentence lightly, supported the wall, and rushed out.

"God, this ...... How is it possible, crazy? ”

Xingfeng's figure had disappeared, but the Hama chieftain in the room, as well as the eight tribal women, had the light of hope that had just been ignited in their eyes, as if they had been hit by cold water, and they were instantly extinguished.

This incomprehensible thing, in their hearts, is tantamount to sending them to death!

However, at the level of their understanding, in addition to miracles, there is another thing, and it is called strength.

In the chief's "luxury villa", seven soldiers of the Red Turban Army, dressed in camouflage uniforms and wearing red scarves around their necks, looked more like thugs than soldiers, were sitting around the large room.

There is a bonfire in the middle, and a little pig set up with a wooden stick is being roasted with oil, and the smell of meat is overflowing.

Wine bottles collide, barbecue swallows wildly, laughter, and is so unhappy.

"Knock, knock......"

An iron lump with a wooden handle suddenly flew in through the window, emitting green smoke and rolling on the ground.

Eventually, he bumped into the foot of a Red Turban soldier and stopped.

What's that?

The Red Turban Army, who was so drunk that he couldn't open his eyes, staggered and bent down, ready to pick it up and take a look.

Hiding behind the earthen wall, Xingfeng had a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, his lips opened, and a tone popped out: "Boom! ”

As if with a remote control, the Type 69 grenade in the room exploded in response.

"Bang~"

There was a huge earthquake, the earth trembled, the thatched roof flew off, and the shrapnel of dirt and mud enveloped the entire house in an instant.

Like the gates of hell!

However, a single grenade explosion can maim seven people, but not necessarily all of them.

Leave the aftermath behind?

No, that's not the style of the penalty!

And so, the second wave of attacks, the deadliest of all, appeared.

"Click......

"Da Da Da ......"

AKM in the left hand, Type 56 submachine gun in the right hand, dual-wielding with both hands, firing wildly, like death descending.

At this moment, the metal storm annihilates everything!