"Gentlemen, you have seen the village at the bottom of the ridge, where our training will end. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info"Harry•Thomas is explaining the last mission to the mercenaries gathered around. "Gentlemen, the task is simple, take that village."

Wen Si raised his head and looked at the "village" under the ridge - it was not a village, but a complex of buildings that looked like villages, made up of a dozen improvised wooden houses; An empty tactical training ground.

"There's no one there, sir." He said.

"Yes, there is no one in that village." Thomas nodded, "But we're going to assume there's someone there." The background to this training was that we were ordered to sweep a village, and the inhabitants of the village had received information that some of them had fled, others were hiding, and we were going to find them all. ”

"It's so easy," exclaimed William•Butz excitedly, "what are you waiting for, sir, we'll rush in now." ”

"Mr. Butz, you should use your brain." Thomas glared at him and warned everyone: "Don't make the task too easy, the villagers have set a lot of traps around and around the village. If we act rashly, we will not pass the test. ”

"What kind of trap, sir?"

"I don't know. But one thing to keep in mind is that once someone triggers the trap, it means that they have been eliminated. After a pause, he continued: "If more than half of the people are eliminated, the mission will be considered a failure, and then we will have to go to the Sector 51 base - gentlemen, if you don't want to go to Sector 51, you must be vigilant and keep your eyes open to the maximum. ”

"Understood, sir." The mercenaries replied at the same time.

"Good." Thomas was pleased with their response, "Now start assigning tasks. The first squad and the squad followed me to attack from the village head-on......"

"Do you think this squad will be able to pass the test, Qin?" On the other side of the ridge, where the mercenaries hadn't noticed, O'Connor was watching the village that Thomas's team was about to attack from the telescope, along with Qin Lang and Harrington. He was pessimistic about whether the team would pass the test.

That village was a real death trap - if Qin Lang was using explosives, traps, or some other lethal object, rather than harmless little toys filled with blood, it was.

It's full of elaborate traps that are hard to see and impossible to avoid: when you walk down the road, you will encounter traps; When you push open a door, you will encounter traps; When you pick up a wine bottle, you will encounter traps; When you kick over a chair, you'll still run into traps......

In a village, any seemingly inconspicuous object can represent a trap. No matter how careful and cautious the invaders who try to occupy it are, they will pay a heavy price.

So far, O'Connor has witnessed the defeat of six forces: four squads suffered more than half of the casualties, one squad was wiped out, and one squad simply gave up the attack; And these six squads are also all the units participating in the test.

That is, not a single unit has passed the test yet.

Based on the previous performance of this squad commanded by Thomas, he thought they would be the seventh.

"Maybe, Sean." Qin Lang smiled, "Maybe they will create a miracle?" After all, everyone in this squad has been warned that if they fail, they will be sent to the Area 51 base. I believe that they would never want to be sent there. ”

"But it could also hasten their demise." O'Connor said, then called out, "Look, they've already started." ”

Thomas has completed the deployment. Now, his three squads, as well as his squadron headquarters, were rushing towards the village in three directions - the second and third squads were outflanking from the left and right, respectively, while the first squad and the squadron headquarters were attacking from the front along the main road. More than forty mercenaries soon approached their target.

As they advanced to a position about two hundred yards from the village, everyone stopped at the same time, took off their backpacks and tossed them aside. As they re-advanced towards the village, everyone's movements had taken on a palpable caution.

"Attention, be vigilant." Thomas admonished the team members who were with him, "Watch your step, move slowly, and don't step on the trap." ”

"It's not easy, sir, who can see where the trap is with just eyes? It's simply not possible. William•Butz began to complain again.

This time no one paid attention to him. In fact, Thomas himself muttered to himself, why did a simple wilderness survival training in a desert area evolve into such a complex tactical training? And the company also blocked the news, so that he, the squad commander, didn't even know about it.

"I really don't know what the boss wants to do......" he thought depressedly. Just then, his right foot suddenly stepped into the air, and then he heard a slight "thud".

Thomas's right foot stepped into a small pit, and the buried balloon immediately popped, splattering the blood inside onto his pants.

Not yet in the village, Squad Leader Harry•Thomas has been eliminated from the tournament.

The mercenaries stopped advancing and looked at their commander, wondering if they should come forward to comfort him. Ashamed and annoyed, Thomas yelled at them, "Go ahead! Hell, don't waste your time on me! ”

"Yes, sir." Someone saluted him, and then everyone began to move forward again. This time, they moved more cautiously. The two mercenaries at the front crouched down and slowly advanced while testing the ground in front of them with their bayonets, while the people behind followed their footprints and cautiously pushed forward.

While the frontal attacking troops slowly grinded along the main road, the twelve mercenaries in charge of the village on the left were passing through a "farmland". However, also without warning, one of the unfortunate fellows suddenly fell into a large pit.

A large pit filled with animal entrails, blood, water, and mud.

"God," he screamed, "get me out of this damn pit!" ”

Hearing his shouts, several mercenaries immediately ran towards him. But soon, the second unlucky guy stepped into the same pit.

It was only by this time that the commander of the second squad gave the order. "Don't move, don't let anyone save them." He shouted, "They're out." And there may be other pitfalls here. ”

"So what should we do?"

"Find your way with your bayonets." The commander said, "Go ahead." ”

"Damn it." The remaining mercenaries complained, reluctantly pulled out their bayonets, and began to crawl towards the village as they searched like a squad and a squadron of soldiers.

"We've lost three people," O'Connor looked at his watch, "five minutes." Slightly better than the previous six squads. But that's just the beginning. ”

Most of the traps are in the villages, and no one can avoid them.

"Anyway, until the final result comes out, I'm still looking forward to the team." Of course, with the test, that is never possible. Qin Lang thought happily. The village is not set up to allow people to occupy it, but to detect which squad performs better in this situation.

Of course, Harry•Thomas was definitely the worst squad leader, and he was out so quickly.

"Mr. Qin, I want to know one thing," Harrington, who had been silent, suddenly turned around, "In an actual battle, would anyone take such a means against the invading enemy?" ”

"Yes. Mr. Harrington, for a country or a nation, when it is in danger of extinction, people will do whatever it takes, just to win. ”

"Scorched earth tactics as well?"

"Yes, there is no doubt about it. And in addition to scorched earth tactics, there are some more dangerous means, such as suicide bombing attacks. However," Qin Lang shrugged, "the only problem now is that no one has yet been able to get the explosives that are suitable for these special tactics." ”

Harrington nodded, returning his gaze to the training ground.

The twelve mercenaries who had copied from the right had successfully entered the village. They didn't encounter any traps outside the village, but the mercenaries didn't feel at ease. No one can be sure that when he rushes into the house to search, he will also be splashed with blood.

But no one can refuse to carry out the task.

The three mercenaries approached a house first. After a slight hesitation, the person walking at the front kicked the door open. This reckless act triggered a slight explosion in which the balloon filled with blood was detonated by gunpowder, completely staining the upper body of the mercenary who kicked the door red.

This heralds the beginning of a catastrophe. Soon, the village was filled with the sound of small explosions. A minute later, only five of the twelve mercenaries were still intact.

"In fact, if there were bombs in the house, all five of them would have been doomed together." O'Connor commented. "Now I can finally conclude that the company must not send troops to carry out such a mission at any time."

"Things won't be as absolute as you say, Sean." Qin Lang smiled. "Sometimes, we have to do this kind of thing -- of course, if that's the case, we can solve the problem by other means."

"For example?"

"Like the research that Elizabeth is doing." Qin Lang didn't go into details—Harrington was right next to him, and he didn't want him to know about the poison gas. "Gentlemen, let's go through the test." He raised his binoculars again.

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