Curled up behind a dense mass of bushes, the two mercenaries who had just changed their posts glanced at the wasteland in their field of vision with some boredom, and occasionally looked back with some reluctance at their comrades who were shouting around the campfire to share liquor or food, and their minds were completely out of their duty.

Most of the low-end mercenaries are almost all from the defense forces of some little-known small countries in Africa, or some relatively powerful tribal forces. After the overthrow of power or the demise of their clans in small countries, these ex-soldiers or ex-armed men who have largely mastered some combat skills and have no other means of livelihood naturally turn to low-end mercenaries with low thresholds and equally low salaries.

Compared to high-end mercenaries who are paid weekly or hourly salaries, have strong logistics teams, and accurate intelligence sources, low-end mercenaries are not at all an option for mercenaries who want to conduct precision operations or targeted killings. However, because the hiring cost of low-end mercenaries is relatively cheap, and because of the large number of people, it is sometimes enough to influence the power struggle in a small African country, many mercenaries who need to do so can only pinch their noses and close their eyes, and throw a thick stack of money at these low-end mercenaries......

Naturally, these low-end mercenaries who can be hired at a very low cost will not have much better combat skills. In the face of slightly stronger resistance, these low-end mercenaries fled far faster than they could attack, and even scattered as soon as they realized that their opponents could not match them, leaving the mercenaries who were greedy for cheap gritted their teeth but had nothing to do.

In view of this, when hiring these low-end mercenaries, the mercenary usually hires one or several mercenaries with high military quality to act as a team of overseers for the sake of safety. At some critical moments, these mercenaries with high military quality will also suddenly launch precise and fierce strikes on the battlefield after collecting enough money, destroying the opponent's will to resist in one fell swoop and helping those low-end mercenaries win a battle.

But for those low-end mercenaries, such an Overseer is really a death scythe right behind them. If they retreat slightly during battle, these members of the Overseer team, who are many times stronger than their own in terms of military quality and weaponry, will not hesitate to pull the trigger on their own personnel who are retreating. Especially when the battle has the upper hand, these guys of the warlord team will not relax in the slightest, but just vigorously urge their own personnel to sweep away in the direction of the ultimate goal, regardless of the fact that the only way for low-end mercenaries to make a fortune is to loot while fighting. When a battle came to an end, only the devastation was left in the place swept by the war, and even some valuable things had already been taken away by civilians who had fled the war, and the low-end mercenaries who had been disgraced by the war could only end up empty-handed.

Just thinking of these unpleasant things, the two mercenaries sighed almost in unison. One of the mercenaries even muttered in a low voice, "Damn it...... I'm afraid this time, I won't be able to catch anything? ”

Listening to the whispers of his companions, another mercenary who was already tired also sighed in a low voice: "What can I do? I heard that the financier this time came from a very big place, and even our head was not able to take the money directly from the financier, but got this job through some other middlemen. Looking at the ammunition and food that are constantly being delivered, it is already an irreversible thing for us to have the Overseer behind us. ”

Spat on the ground fiercely, and the mercenary who spoke first stretched out his arms and stretched hard: "I just hope that this time, I can get some benefits." Otherwise......."

Before he finished speaking, the other mercenary suddenly bowed down, stared at the wasteland not far away, and whispered, "Get down!" I think I saw something......."

The mercenary, who was busy lying down, and who had not even stretched out his waist, dragged the automatic rifle resting beside him in front of him, and looked at the wasteland in front of him with wide eyes: "You see ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a muffled sound of a skull being shattered was already ringing in the mercenary's ears. With the crisp sound that made people feel numb, a ball of brains wrapped in blood also splashed on the mercenary's face.

In a panic, the mercenary, whose face was splashed with brains and blood, just wanted to roll over to avoid the sniper who might have been aiming at him, and at the same time fired a warning shot, a bullet had already whizzed from the darkness, and hit the sniper's eyebrows with a frightened face, and the sniper's skull flew far away.

Quickly turning the muzzle of the gun to aim at another group of dark sentinels lurking in the bushes, Gu Weisu easily pressed the communicator button: "Dagong, the sentry in the direction of attack has been cleared!" ”

Sideways look at the black men who were lying on the ground and crawling forward beside him, Halbara, who was already sweating profusely, sighed with relief, reached out and pressed the communicator button: "Roger!" ”

Lying next to Halbara, a black man who was also sweating profusely looked at Halbara, lowered his voice and asked Halbara, "How long will you have to climb like this....... It's so uncomfortable......"

Glaring fiercely at the black man who had spoken, Halbara lowered his voice and said, "Get as close as you can to those mercenaries before you do it....... Before I shoot, everyone has to be quiet and head towards ......."

Before Halbara could finish speaking, a black man lying not far from Halbara's side was crawling when a bush branch touched the trigger of an automatic rifle. With a series of sharp gunshots, the black man with the missing gun jumped up in a panic, grabbed the automatic rifle in his hand that was still smoking from the muzzle, and looked innocently in the direction of Halbara.

Looking at the black man with the gun in despair, Halbara was so angry that he yelled: "I fucking said eight hundred times to close the insurance......."

It was only because of the delay of less than ten seconds after the gunfire that the mercenaries sitting around the campfire had come to their senses. After rolling all the way to the ruins that could be used as cover, several of the mercenaries reached out and unleashed their machine guns, which were covered with branches and debris, and pulled the bolts to meet the enemy. More mercenaries quickly grabbed the buckets that were resting around the campfire and doused the fire, quickly submerging the campsite illuminated by the firelight.