Watching the soldiers around him fall in a pool of blood one by one, Major Bogang finally realized the cruelty of war, and his initial momentum plummeted, hiding behind an ancient tree, holding his head and looking into the jungle from time to time.

He was trying to ask for our help, and I couldn't help but sneer, if it weren't for the fact that I had found a place where no one was supposed to sleep, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to this group of arrogant waste.

Bo Gang has lost the ability to command, or does not know what to do at all, the government troops are fighting on their own, as long as the bandits appear, their guns will unconsciously fire fiercely in that direction, although the blind cat touched the mouse and killed a few bandits, but the price they paid was quite heavy, at least a dozen people died tragically under the guns of the other side in just a few minutes.

The government army's momentum of seeing death as if they were at home is gone, watching the comrades next to them being beaten to pieces, there are almost no intact corpses around, the ground is stained red with blood, some corpses are still looking at them with wide eyes, and some are not dead and let out painful wails, but no one dares to come forward to save them.

Looking at these, there is only fear left in my heart, fear, the breath of death permeates the surroundings, the smell of gunsmoke stimulates not wildness but vulnerability, only those who walk out of the battlefield alive are considered strong, they are just a group of cannon fodder, and cannon fodder is like this, before going to the battlefield, the momentum is magnificent, and when you really experience killing and death, only your legs are weak.

This time is the best time for a counterattack, Kun Sang is a person who is good at fighting, he will not waste this opportunity, a minute later, a row of wooden houses behind the village, suddenly the doors and windows opened, front and back hundreds of militants, roared and rushed out, in an instant, the gunfire rang out like a burst of beans, several smoke bombs were still on the battlefield, and suddenly the smoke was filled, the vision of me and the Grim Reaper was blocked, and the sniper was greatly restricted.

The militants with high morale fought against a group of government troops who were like lost dogs, and the result can be imagined: as soon as the two sides came into contact, fierce battles began, and under the strong firepower of the militants, the government forces were quickly suppressed and began to rout on all fronts.

There were also some soldiers who tried to fight back with the help of cover, but the general trend was gone, and their counterattack was like a firefly, and in the end they were all beaten into a sieve by machine guns.

The battlefield is shrouded in smoke, my G22 has been modified, the scope is equipped with the most advanced optics, which can be sniped in low visibility, just like night vision devices, I tried to use it, the smoke did become much more transparent, but the effect was not as good as I imagined, I could only faintly see the figure, the field of vision was not very clear, I thought it could ignore the smoke, it seems that I was too naïve.

But it's better than seeing nothing, and now I don't care about looking for strategic targets, and whoever rushes ahead is unlucky, and I sniped seven or eight people in a row, and I ran out of two magazines, but I couldn't stop the attack of the bandits at all.

The Reaper's PSG doesn't have a messy device and can't see through smoke, but he's a genius, and he took out four or five people with just the opponent's ballistics and firepower, plus his intuition as a sniper.

Major Bo Gang withdrew from the village under the protection of seven or eight soldiers, leaving more than twenty corpses along the way, and when they withdrew to the entrance of the village, there were less than forty people left, Bo Gang looked back, the small village was almost covered with corpses, and the blood was gathering together and almost flowing into a river, and most of these corpses were his soldiers.

Although everything in front of him is so tragic, but now is not the time to be sad, the bandits have rushed out, I guessed right, Kun Sang just wants to eat the government army in one bite, and then use this record to ask the general for credit.

This guy commanded the battle twice, but his emotional intelligence was pitiful, if he killed Poggon, the general would not only not be rewarded, but maybe he would be killed with one shot, although these soldiers were not the regular army of the Burmese government, but they were also part of the government establishment, especially Poggang, he was a real army major.

If they died in this battle, how could the army give up, and if the central army was sent down, I am afraid that the general would not be able to control the situation at that time.

Thankfully, Kunsang didn't know that Bo had just brought in Caesar's mercenaries, although he also realized that there were masters in the government army, and he had noticed it from the time the four machine gunners were sniped, but he couldn't think of us, because the Caesar mercenary group had been repairing on the Wa side, and the task was to deal with the drug trafficking forces there, and the mercenaries would not do anything superfluous, he knew this very well.

It is estimated that he never dreamed that the two detachments of Caesar's mercenary group had arrived in Burma, otherwise they would have fled a long time ago, but now it was too late.

Bo Gang and the remaining remnants of the defeated army retreated while fighting and retreating, and the militants were biting them like mad dogs, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers around them, and even Bo Gang himself thought that this time he was dead.

Just when they were about to fall into despair, eight grenades suddenly flew out from both sides of the entrance to the village, and landed right in the crowd of militants, boom......ing, and a huge explosion sounded continuously, and the results of this defensive grenade using shrapnel to kill and wound into the crowd were devastating.

A scream rang out, killing at least twenty people, wounding more than a dozen by shrapnel and falling to the ground wailing, and then Grizzly Bear and Titan rushed out of the bushes on both sides of the village entrance, two machine guns firing at the same time, their ballistics at an intersecting angle, and launched a frantic strafing fire at the dazed militants.

Their marksmanship is not as bad as that of the government army, I don't think anyone is stronger than them in terms of understanding machine guns, the muzzle angle is just right, and the bullets will not fly into the sky because of the recoil and the tremor of the gun body, which requires not only experience, but also strong strength, and the two of them are the most lacking in these two things.

Under the strafing fire of the two men from both sides, the militants fell one by one, and by the time the rest of the people reacted, or lay on the ground, or found cover, and were ready to return fire, the two had already run into the woods.

Instead of standing still with machine guns in their hands, they ran and fired, and the two of them strafed around the militants for a while, and then passed each other and ran into the woods where the other was hiding before, and the tacit understanding between the two was so seamless that even I had to admire.

After a staggered round of attacks by the two, more than half of the hundreds of militants fell, and the rest did not dare to continue the pursuit, Bogang had already retreated to the edge of the jungle, and it was too late to pursue, they fired a few shots at the government troops who fled to a distance, and began to cover the retreat alternately.

At this moment, the smoke had cleared, my vision and that of Death had returned, and two terrifying sniper rifles had begun to roll them out one by one, it was the first time I had done such a brutal killing, as if a group of defenseless people were standing there and letting me machine gun fire, one by one my head bursting under the bullets of the G22.

Even I don't know when I became so cold-blooded, watching corpses fall in my scope, no sympathy, no pity, just wildness, killing, what cruel words that flood deep inside, and when it turns into desire, it gets out of control.

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