Kicking and beating, coupled with the shouting and dispatching of the voice, the black man lying on the ground finally formed an assault team according to the order of the Harbara goose, and rushed towards the ruins of the mercenary hiding in front.

The two weeks of intensive training more or less accumulated a little habitual consciousness in the minds of those black people. After starting the assault according to the orders of Halbara, the blacks, who were still scattered and stumbling at first, finally had a bit of a posture after undergoing military training after rushing out of a distance of dozens of meters. Especially in the process of alternating leaps and covers, there is no obvious disconnect. In just a few minutes, a group of blacks who rushed to the front had approached the ruins where the mercenaries were hiding.

Immediately following the first echelon of attack, Halbara kept shouting loudly and commanding the dispatch, but from time to time he pulled the trigger from his gun at the mercenaries who were peeking out of the ruins. Seeing that the first offensive echelon was only sixty or seventy meters away from the ruins, Halbara fired a long shot at a mercenary who was emerging from behind the ruins, and shouted loudly: "Drop the bomb!" Hand grenade! ”

As if awakened from a dream by a thunderbolt, the members of the first offensive echelon who were alternately covering the leap forward took off the offensive grenade from behind their waists in a hurry, and after pulling out the safety bolt with a brush, they suddenly raised their hands and threw the grenade towards the ruins in front of them!

Although other aspects of military quality are really not worth mentioning, because of the long tradition of nomadic life, almost all blacks have a far superior advantage in arm strength and physical fitness. In particular, black people who are accustomed to throwing spears or catapults can easily throw a training grenade 60 meters away.

Because they had only thrown live ammunition two or three times in training, all the blacks who threw offensive grenades were inexplicably nervous. When he made a throwing action after pulling out the safety bolt, he had the strength to breastfeed. More than half of the blacks threw the 240-gram offensive grenade at a distance of about 70 meters, and behind the ruins where the mercenaries were hiding, a series of fiery fireballs exploded.

Although the offensive grenade does not use fragmentation as the main means of killing, under the impact of the huge shock wave generated by the explosion of a large number of offensive grenades, the mercenaries hiding behind the ruins of the wall suddenly exploded and cried wolf. In particular, a few of the more unlucky mercenaries who were hiding in the rudimentary foxhole were blown out of the foxhole by an offensive grenade that happened to fall into the foxhole, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing that the thrown barrage of grenades had such an obvious lethal effect, the black people in the first echelon of the attack were blessed. Without waiting for Halbara to give another order, they all grabbed the assault rifles in their hands, jumped up and screamed all the way towards the ruins of the broken wall that were blown up and dusted, and the automatic rifles in their hands were even more flattering, not considering the hit rate of consecutive shots when running at a rapid speed, and even threw the words that Halbara had tried his best to explain to save ammunition into the clouds.

As soon as I saw that the first attack echelon began to attack, the second attack echelon that followed it was also like a mad cow that had been beaten with chicken blood, and they all joined the ranks of the impact with a scream. Even among the machine gunners who were tasked with suppressing firepower, there were two groups of machine gun shooters who stopped suppressing and firing, hurriedly picked up the machine guns, and rushed towards the ruins with a shout!

Laughing and laughing as the second attack echelon rushed past him, Halbara helplessly pressed the communicator button: "Boss, do you see it?" What the is this fighting?! ”

Looking at the black gunners who had already broken into the mercenary camp and fired at those mercenaries at a very close range from the other direction, Tang Guoming also looked helpless: "The war tradition in black Africa is like this - when you fight a good fight, you are extremely fierce, and once you fall into adversity, you will smear oil on the soles of your feet!" Try to keep the men and horses under your control within the confines of the mercenary camp, and we'll do the work! Stay safe and beware of accidental injury! ”

Letting go of the communicator button, Tang Guoming turned his face to look at Pan Guan, who was squatting beside him, also with a wry smile: "Light the fire!" Confess to Abdu and other members of the hunting tribe and scatter the hunt for those who escaped from the mercenary camp. This is what they do, and there shouldn't be too many mistakes! ”

Nodding in understanding, Pan Guan jerked down the electric ignition device resting beside him. With Pan Guan's movements, in the bushes around the mercenary camp, clusters of fire suddenly burst out. It was obvious that the fire head using gasoline gel as fuel broke out, and the surrounding wasteland of more than ten meters was illuminated. The U-shaped fire heads around the mercenary camp make the wasteland on the periphery of the mercenary camp a hunting ground with excellent vision!

The flames surrounding the mercenary camp made the mercenaries trapped between the ruins even more panicked. With several machine-gun positions taken, almost all of the mercenaries stationed on the perimeter of the camp were knocked to the ground by the black gunners, who had an absolute advantage in numbers and firepower, in hand-to-hand combat. The remaining mercenaries were also forced to retreat to the core defensive positions formed by several foxholes and trenches in the center of the camp. Only a few mercenaries saw the opportunity to be quicker, and before the gunmen led by Halbara stormed the camp, they burrowed into the wasteland bushes outside the camp with their weapons in hand......

It is not so much that the black men who stormed the mercenary camp are engaged in a battle, but that these black gunmen are carrying out a merciless killing. Relying on the absolute superiority in numbers and firepower, the black gunners, who surrounded the remaining mercenaries in the core defensive positions, had no intention of surrounding the opponent and forcing the opponent to land, but threw the grenades they carried with them towards the trenches and foxholes that were close by.

In the explosion that erupted, the screams and howls almost drowned out the dense gunfire on the battlefield. Seeing that there was no possibility for his side to break through, in the core defensive position, someone suddenly opened his voice and howled: "Surrender!" We surrender ......"