Headquarters of the "Yafta" mercenary unit......

In terms of size and number of buildings, such a mercenary base with more than 300 soldiers at full capacity is not even comparable to one of the most common city-level militia training bases in China.

More than 100 corpses that were carried down from the battlefield and were barely intact were placed on the empty barracks, and the remaining 200 people of the entire mercenary force were gathered together. In the low and hoarse military song, a triangular self-made military flag was pulled to the top of the flagpole little by little.

In yesterday's battle, they sent more than 100 soldiers to snipe the defeated Dongfang Haiyan troops in the villages and towns, no one expected that Dongfang Haiyan was surrounded by tens of thousands of combined troops for more than two months, and was almost annihilated by the formation, and the elite troops they sent out, not to mention the absolute geographical advantage, but also waited for work, as a result, Dongfang Haiyan not only succeeded in breaking through the encirclement and really got into the ambush circle they expected, but also broke out of the encirclement again, and wiped out the troops they sent out in one fell swoop, leaving no one alive.

When the military song stopped abruptly and the more than 200 right hands that had been raised high were put down in unison, the solemn and sad field that had just been there turned into the most fanatical and joyful ocean in an instant. Everyone showed a big smile, they were sucking their noses hard, that is, under the gaze of a group of soldiers, the whole goat, which was roasted fragrantly, was roasted on an iron plate, which could be cut off layer by layer with a knife, seasoned with salt, and then sent into the mouth to chew on the roasted whole beef, and the cassava that had been cooked in advance and tasted a bit like a pig's head, and was carried out by people like flowing water.

More than 200 soldiers who were still alive gathered around the corpse and began their rather luxurious and indulgent dinner.

Don't be surprised, this is the funeral of an African.

Perhaps because the living environment is too bad, death is a happy relief, after the death of an African, his friends and relatives will even have an optimistic attitude and choose to say goodbye in the way of "laughing burial".

At the funeral, the living who are still living on this land and want to continue to endure the trials and tribulations of life will sing and dance and feast. Except that they could not drink alcohol, for fear of hitting the souls of the deceased in this way, their funeral was purely a three-day carnival.

A year after the deceased's death, the relatives of the deceased would gather again, and this time they would wear their most splendid clothes and carry goats or enough food to the party. During the anniversary ceremony, they sing and dance for seven days and seven nights, and at this time, because the soul of the deceased is gone, they can even raise a glass and drink together, sing and beat drums together, and call the name of the deceased.

Even if each of them is a "Yafata" mercenary who has received the most rigorous training from the Russian veterans, and does the work closest to death every day, when the comrades around them die, when burying these brothers who once fought side by side, they will still choose the oldest and most representative of their mentality of "laughing burial" customs.

Born in war-torn Africa, and as a mercenary who fights with war every day, they really need to relax their overly tense expressions through carnival, so that they can find the feeling of still being alive and the reason to continue living.

When everyone began to chew on their hearts, under the leadership of a squad leader, several soldiers, who were only sixteen or seventeen years old and should still be children, walked into the corpse circle. Under the command of the squad leader, several soldiers divided into two teams, suddenly jumped on top of the two corpses, stretched out their feet, and stomped heavily on the corpses lying on the ground.

When their unshoeed feet stepped on the chests of the two deceased, I don't know how many of them straightened their necks together and screamed wildly, I don't know how many of them pulled out their bayonets and struck the iron bucket containing cassava, and a drum band with only a few members, everyone tried their best to blow and beat there, and looking at them, it was not at all like they had just suffered the worst defeat, but as if they had just completed a seemingly impossible task and earned an astronomical commission. The atmosphere was really enthusiastic.

The actions of these young soldiers were definitely not an offense to the dead, but the two dead who were being trampled on by others, the Balos from Côte d'Ivoire, according to the customs that had been passed down among their race, could make the souls of the dead free from the shackles of their bodies and enter the distant kingdom of heaven, and live happily ever after, without worrying about food and clothing, and without sickness or thirst.

Although according to the "regular" way, they should find children of seven or eight years old to trample on the dead, but this is a barracks, they are all soldiers, and it is so-so to find a few soldiers who are the youngest, who should also be Boy Scouts, to complete such a job.

Listening to the hoarse shouts of the soldiers around them, smelling the unique aroma of barbecue in the air, those young soldiers who were always bullied after entering the barracks because they were too young, got the least pay, did the most work, and usually couldn't even eat enough to eat, were quietly shrugging their noses, when one of them, the tallest and strongest soldier, mustered up his courage, lifted his foot off his shoes, and stepped the head of the corpse that had been hit head-on by a rifle bullet......

"Boom !!"

A ball of fire suddenly exploded with the deceased's head as the core, and in an instant, the flames and gunpowder smoke were mixed and pushed straight into the air at an altitude of more than 30 meters, and almost at the same time, hundreds of steel balls dug out of the "broadsword" anti-infantry mines, plus screws, small steel rings, steel slag, and even bomb fragments and the like, were driven by the explosion and splashed in all directions at supersonic speed.

The corpse was laid flat, and then through the wound left by the bullet, the corrosive liquid was injected into the skull of the deceased, and all the brains were melted into liquid, and then all the things in the brain were sucked out with tools such as straws, leaving only an empty braincase, but the eyes were not damaged, and finally from the wound on the forehead, as well as the lower jaw of the deceased, the braincase was filled with C4 moldable surname**, and blasting and killing materials including steel balls and screws...... This is an art of turning the human body into a "broadsword" anti-infantry mine, and it is also a blasphemy tactic that challenges the moral limits of human beings, and is doomed to the eighteenth layer of hell after death and will never be reborn!

Compared with the human bomb invented by terrorists, this human body "broadsword" anti-infantry mine is more powerful, crazier, and more perverted!

No one could have imagined that the child would have such a result as soon as he stepped on it, and the "Yafata" mercenaries who were sitting around the square and munching happily had not yet figured out what was going on, mixed with hundreds of steel balls, and dozens of screws swirling around in it, making irregular movement of the shock wave, which had already hit their heads and faces.

"Boom !!"

The first wave of explosions sounded less than a second, and the ** buried in the second corpse was also detonated. The same hundreds of steel balls, the same pound of C4**, the same perversion, the same madness.

In the face of this kind of landmine that uses corpses as containers, you don't need to be shot by the blast wave or the steel balls inside, think about it, watch the human body be completely torn apart in an instant, a bunch of sticky and greasy toys, mixed in the mixed wave of the mix, with subsonic speed to carry out indiscriminate coverage attacks around the surroundings, before it flies far, everything is completely charred under the absolute high temperature, turning into fine fragmented ashes, squirting out of the head and covering the face, and then spreading and sprinkling in a radius of 100 meters, constantly blowing with the windAnd in every breath of air you breathe, there are human ashes...... Unless you are a super pervert, otherwise, even if you are not physically damaged, how can you not leave a deadly shadow that takes a long time to recover mentally?!

Of course, this kind of weapon made of human body as a container cannot have the terrifying casualty power of the "broadsword" mine, but when the supreme commander of the "Yafata" mercenary unit rushed out of his office, what was displayed in front of him was a hell on earth depicted with blood and fire, a brush, a stroke, and a road!

With two corpses filled with ** as the core, whether it is the young soldiers who have the courage to keep kicking and beating on the corpses, or the corpses that are also placed together, or the veterans who sit around and smell the strong smell of blood, and can bite the bloody beef, in the face of this craziest explosion baptism, people within a radius of 20 meters have been blown to pieces.

The whole square was full of spluttered pieces of human flesh that had been roasted to a ripe ratio of beef, and everywhere there were severed limbs and severed arms that even the most brilliant surgeon would look up and smile bitterly when he saw it. Everywhere were wounded people who had been shot by steel balls and were lying on the ground groaning in pain, and everywhere were soldiers lying on the ground unscathed, desperately vomiting.

There are more uninjured than minor injuries, more minor injuries than serious injuries, and more serious injuries than deaths...... This is the most direct damage report after the explosion of two human mines, after the "Yafata" mercenary unit was attacked. However, less than one-tenth of the people who can still maintain the most basic calm after hearing the order.

"Go to the army to fight, attack the heart first", the essence of these two sentences in the ancient Chinese art of war, has been most perfectly reflected here, but this way is inevitably too ...... Bloody a bit.

In the face of all this, the supreme commander of the "Yafata" mercenary unit trembled slightly. He and his companions were veterans of many battles, and they all knew that the cunning enemy, on the battlefield, would often shove a grenade with the safety bolt removed under the corpse of their own soldiers, and as long as they tried to collect the corpse, as long as they moved the corpse slightly, they would be killed by the grenade. When they recovered the corpses, they also specially warned everyone to be careful of this simplest kind of deception. But who would have thought that the enemy would bury the treacherous thunder directly into the soldier's body?!

"Bastard! Bastard!! Bastard!!! ”

The Supreme Commander's whole body trembled lightly, and I believe that any person, including the terrorist Mustanfa, would be so angry that he would be angry when he saw that the enemy had used this method to attack his subordinates, right?!

The Supreme Commander rushed back to his office, and after more than ten seconds, an angry roar, through a loudspeaker, resounded in the sky over the entire barracks, "All the Tiger Commandos are assembled!" ”

The Tiger Commandos, although not well-known on the international mercenary battlefield, are the most elite ace troops in the "Yafta". Seven of the members of this unit, which has only 35 personnel, have served in the French Foreign Mercenary Corps, and the minimum standard for joining this commando team is to have three years of actual combat experience, and even more so, they must have killed more than two enemies on the battlefield.

It can be said that this "Tiger Commando" already has combat effectiveness close to that of special forces. With several times more generous remuneration and food than ordinary soldiers, they don't bother to participate in any "laughing funeral" carnival at all, so they are not affected by human mines in any way, and can follow their supreme commander and go into battle at any time.

The supreme commander of the "Yafata" mercenary unit didn't even know who had set up the two human mines, and he didn't know where the Dongfang Haiyan troops led by Zhou Yuqi and Tie Niu had withdrawn now, but he clearly remembered that when they were carrying the bodies from that small village yesterday, they saw several newly erected wooden tombstones on the hillside outside the village.

On one of the steles, someone used a fighting saber and engraved a few lines of English on it, "Oriental Haiyan first-class combat hero, in the last battle, read the power to support the last position, at the cost of his own life, resisted the three charges of the enemy's mechanized troops, and eliminated a total of fifteen enemies!" ”

The person who carved this passage pierced a Dongfang Haiyan standard fighting saber deep into the tombstone, and hung a tattered military hat with the smell of gunpowder smoke on the tombstone. In front of the tombstone, more than a dozen bouquets of wildflowers and three cigarettes burned to the tail reflect the extraordinary brilliance of this combat hero's once singing and crying battle history.

Although the two sides are conducive to hostile positions, but everyone is a soldier, the supreme commander of "Yafata" in his heart, but also to such an opponent, but also maintain the most basic respect, after reading the words engraved on the tombstone, he even lay quietly inside, the battle hero, seriously saluted.

But now, everything has changed! Since the other party dares to defy the world's condemnation and use the corpses of their soldiers as props to create explosive weapons, their "Yafata" troops, the most particular thing is to give an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, what else can he, a commander who is already angry, crazy, and crazy, be polite?!

Jumping out of the car and looking at the new grave standing at the top of the hillside, the commander took a deep breath before he hissed and shouted: "Dig for me, I'm going to save the first-class combat hero of all of them, isn't it three heads and six arms, I'm going to cut off his head, be my wine jug!" ”

Hearing the commander's order, the leader of the Tiger Commando personally led the men to rush to the slope, he stopped the actions of his men, first carefully inspected the tombstone with a helmet and a fighting saber, and a description of the deceased's exploits during his lifetime, which was also very unpleasant, and finally he nodded.

This tombstone made him feel uncomfortable at first sight, and he wanted to kick it hard, and because of this, the captain of the Tiger Commando, who had served in the French foreign mercenary unit for seven years and was definitely a battle-hardened special soldier, became extremely cautious.

The leader of the Tiger Commando pulled out his saber and carefully followed the gap between the tombstone and the grave bag with the method of detecting mines, little by little, until he was sure that there were no wires or detonating devices on the tombstone, and then he used his fighting saber to dig up the soil around the tombstone, until he dug out the tombstone with the gentle action of treating a lover.

The captain's caution clearly affected the others, and the vice-captain took a step forward, and before the commander could reach the hillside, he stretched out his arm to stop him seventy or eighty meters away.

It took several hours to drive from the barracks to the outside of the town, and the commander had apparently recovered his composure from the rage, but he did not retract the order to dig up the body. The morale of his mercenary unit had suffered the worst bite, and he had to act to maintain the authority and necessary majesty in the hearts of his men.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, also obtaining the corpse of the other party, and then whipping the corpse in public, or even burning it, at least can make those subordinates whose hearts have been greatly shaken find a way to vent their fear.

The Captain of the Tiger Commando did not let anyone interfere, he was alone, with a single shovel, he shoveled off all the soil on the grave bag little by little, and pulled out a man who was lying quietly in a straw mat, with a clear bullet hole in his forehead, but with an indifferent smile on his face, looking calm and peaceful, as if he was still asleep, and was dreaming a sweet and gentle dream...... Leader of the 2nd Fire Support Group.

"I'm sorry."

The Captain of the Tiger Commando let out a whisper in his heart, as a veteran of a hundred battles, he could tell at a glance that the owner lying in this grave bag, like him, was a real professional soldier. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to use this method to treat an excellent soldier who could shed his last drop of blood on the battlefield and still fight to the death, and he was even more unwilling to disturb the heroic soul of a man who should have entered the distant kingdom of heaven.

Put down the individual shovel in his hand, hug the opponent's neck with his left hand, and hug the opponent's legs with his right hand, the captain of the Tiger Commando lifted it up hard, and the opponent's body was naturally picked up by him, and at the same time, the captain of the Tiger Commando clearly heard that somewhere in the grave bag, there was a crisp sound of "da".

The face of the captain of the Tiger Commando changed, it was ...... The sound of a spring crackling!

Twenty kilograms of fierce surnames**, more than a thousand rounds of rifle bullets, their combined power is definitely more powerful than three "broadsword" mines. When the smoke cleared and everything on the top of the mountain finally became clear, including the captain, twelve members of the most elite Tiger Commando team of "Yafata" were blown into countless pieces on the top of the mountain, along with the body of the leader of the second fire support team of Dongfang Haiyan.

Looking at the deputy captain who stopped in front of him at the first time, was hit by two stray bullets, blood splattered out of his chest like a fountain, and his face turned pale in an instant, the Supreme Commander of "Yafata" trembled all over his body.

In this world, there are many kinds of treacherous mines.

Some people have made the thunder into a beloved appearance, such as a delicate fountain pen and a beautiful watch, and they want to open the bottle cap and drink its famous wine when they see it; There are also people who design the trick to make the enemy angry when they see it, such as deliberately leaving pictures and words on it that provoke the other party's religious beliefs, dignity and idols, so that the other party will subconsciously want to destroy it when they see it.

In terms of category, the thunder in the grave should belong to the category of the enraged thunder. What really made the commander shudder, and an absolute chill involuntarily swelled in his heart was the arrangement and precise guidance of the other party's ring after ring.

Through the tattoos, the other party judged that among the soldiers they died in battle, two Baltic people from Côte d'Ivoire, and the other party also knew that this ethnic group had special customs for funerals. So in the bodies of two soldiers, he created two "broadsword" anti-infantry mines with amazing lethality and even more amazing psychological lethality.

He knew that in the face of such a blow, the commander of the "Afatam" mercenary unit would think of retaliating with a tooth for a tooth, so he built the tomb in advance to be particularly conspicuous, and deliberately engraved the owner of the tomb and the battle record on the tombstone. Even so, he was afraid that these would not be enough to attract the attention of the members of the "Afatanian" mercenary unit, so he deliberately put a steel helmet on the tombstone, inserted a combat saber, and placed a bunch of flowers. In the face of all this, it is a person who will understand the difference of this tombstone.

Finally, and most importantly, the bait he used was the remains of a real martyr! Although it feels very ethereal to express it in words, the spirit and face of a hero facing death with a smile and an ordinary person being taken away from him in fear are absolutely different. In the eyes of those veterans who have been through a hundred battles, the difference between the two can be seen at a glance.

If it weren't for sure, the body of a real hero was lying in the grave bag, the captain of the Tiger Commando, how could he have let down his vigilance at the last moment because of his apologies?!

"Wind Shadow Building......" was about a kilometer away from that hillside, through the telescope, clearly saw everything that happened, smiled a little and turned his head, looked at the Wind Shadow Building lying quietly beside him, staring at a floating cloud in the sky, and said: "Really, I can't guarantee that one day I will shoot a bullet at you from behind like the Iron Bull." ”

"If you really shoot me dead, I hope you can use my corpse to make the same mine, use one of my corpses, and put together a few live enemies......" Feng Yinglou put his hands behind his head and said indifferently: "It's worth it!" ”

(To be continued)