Libya has been fighting for several years, and over the years, in the sky and on the ground, in every city, in every sand dune, I don't know how many lives and how many souls have been buried. Good people? All the good people can walk are gone, and there are not many people who can survive if they can't go.

And those who have been able to live until now cannot be regarded as good people. This is the most helpless reality. War, especially a long-term war, is a place where the flashes of good and evil in human nature constantly collide and tear apart. Here you can see the fundamental goodness of human beings in the flame life.

In the same way, you can always see the deepest evil hidden in human nature. Hou Dasheng will not take his own people to bet on the goodness of human nature, and the consequences will be tragic if he loses the bet. There was once a squad that was on a mission, and they gambled.

They spared the shepherd who had broken through their march, and the result was that the herdsman exposed their whereabouts. Not only did this lead to the failure of the mission, but it also cost the lives of most of the team. They were surrounded by hundreds of guerrillas and suffered heavy casualties.

What's more, Hou Dasheng and the others searched for weapons when they entered the village. What does this mean?! It shows that these old people and children here are not as harmless as they seem. Let people look at a few old people and children here, Hou Dasheng collected some grenades. I got some tools from these people's homes and started arranging the mines.

Be ambushed and rush out of the encirclement of the other side. The losses of jackals are not particularly large, and the difference between elite and trash fish is vividly reflected in actual combat. Four were killed, one was seriously wounded, and two were lightly wounded. The bodies were recovered, and the seriously wounded were taken to the village to stop the bleeding.

Fragments and shrenzon were removed from the lightly wounded, and they were temporarily rested in the back with bandages. Most of the jackals' body armor is more or less damaged, but at least for now, there is no problem. Outside the village, the hounds wiped the dirt from the ground with a makeshift thread.

Then he ripped it open, tied a few grenades tied together and pulled out the safety bolt. Hou Dasheng found some nails and pipes. Easily began to make bullet mines, and carefully buried them at the entrance of the village. Once you've done a good job of covering up, look left and right and see if there's nothing wrong. I left some more secret notes.

In several rooms in the village, the windows were all covered with thick cotton wool. There was not a single ray of light outside, but an oil lamp was lit inside. The electric lights on the roofs had become decorations by this time, and the power station in the city had long been bombed beyond recognition. There has been no power supply here for a long time.

"Click~Click~" In the room, the jackals were silently disassembling the guns they had captured from the dead enemy. It's been here for years, and the jackals have been here for a long time. They are well aware of the habits here, and there are not many people here who take the time to clean their guns.

The Hebrews were so desperate that they always dropped a batch of problematic guns and ammunition here. Therefore, as long as the guns and jackals that were seized from them had to be checked. Then when you run out of ammo, you can replenish them.

"There aren't many that work." A hoarse voice sounded without emotion, this was a man with a scumbag face. He raised the firing pin with gunpowder residue on his hand and sighed, "These bastards have been fighting for so long, don't they know that they need to clean up their own guys?!" How many people do you have to blow up to know how many people are cleaned up?! ”

A tall and thin man with wheat-colored skin who looked to be about forty years old next to the scum-bearded man said angrily: "They won't clean up the bore, so if they don't die, they will find a way to get another gun." Blown up, that's a piece of...... Damn it! Not many of these bullets are usable, and the traces of reloading are too obvious. It's crude, and these bastards don't know what bullshit they've put into the shells! I think it's better to destroy it than to kill yourself. ”

Anyone who eats mercenary's meal knows that most of the reloading bullets found here will not work. Some seem to work and need to be carefully screened. It's not just the Hebrew problem, there are a lot of home-made reloading bullets.

Making a bullet is not a simple task, and a seemingly simple bullet actually involves hundreds of processes. Among the hundreds of countries on this planet, there are only a few dozen that can make their own bullets. And those that can be exported and reliable are only a few in the end.

Naturally, they can't be made here, so more often they have to buy ammunition. Either that, or just reinstall it yourself. Reload it yourself, and the risk is not low. Dosage control is a big problem. The ratio of drug dosage is also a big problem.

The dosage is over, and the chamber is blown up. If the dose is insufficient, both range and power are problematic. The dosage is sufficient, but the ratio and purity are problems. In short, the lack of a well-developed industrial system is all a problem. The risk of such a problematic thing is naturally countless times higher than that of a bullet being assembled.

"These are all earthen grenades, let's take them all to set up trick mines for the leader......" The man with a somewhat sunken cheek picked up some grenades and put them in the box: "Anyway, if you let me use these things to fight with people, then it is better to kill me directly." It's better to die happily. ”

As he spoke, the man really took the box out. The people in the room also quickly screened and counted the guns and ammunition that could be used, and Hou Dasheng went to the room where the seriously injured were at this time, looked at the man lying on the bed covered in blood and pale face, and asked in a deep voice: "How is the situation?!" ”

"It's bad." This room was cleaned up, and it was relatively clean. The door panel is padded and covered with a quilt. The pale-faced man lying on it had his shirt cut open at this time, and a bloody bandage was wrapped around his stomach.

The oil lamp flickered on and off, and there was a broken old cabinet and a few broken chairs on the side of the small room. The first aid medic sat on a few stacked bricks and looked at Hou Dasheng: "The bleeding has stopped for the time being, but if there is another bump, the wound will burst open." It's drier here, so it's not a problem for the time being. The sooner his condition is operated on, the better. ”

"You watch him here, and you won't go up when people fight." Hou Dasheng glanced down and said, "We will send the wounded, if it doesn't work out, we will have a good time with him." ”

The medic nodded, he knew the rules. After speaking, Hou Dasheng opened the door and walked out of the house. When you look up, you can see the starlight in the sky. Hou Dasheng was not in the mood to look at the galaxy in the sky. What he had to think about now was how to get in touch with his people. How to take your brother and escape.