They finally did some practical things that could not be called bad, maybe they would not be able to go down eighteen floors even when they reported to Lord Yama in this way-this sentence kept circling around Tan Shijian's vocal cords, but he didn't say it.

Without a water pump and a fire dryer that can change direction, trying to extinguish a fire of this magnitude is a dream. However, their efforts were not in vain, at least they succeeded in keeping the fire at bay on the field path in the downwind area.

The open flames were extinguished, and the group of people under the command of the centurion still could not relax. By the end of the afternoon, they were taking water from the canal and spreading it in the fields - the smoldering remains of the plants were likely to rekindle at some point like tinder, silently dropping sparks into some haystack or firewood.

The farmstead guarding the land is even more suspicious. First of all, the disappearance of the serfs had already made the rebels who came to put out the fire extremely angry, and the disappearance of the soldiers here and the bloodstains on the garden caused panic and suspicion among the rebels who were still fighting the fire.

The stone in the cellar was removed, and there seemed to be some heat behind the stone door. The corpse in the room made the rebels who opened the door couldn't help but vomit on the ground.

The bones were burned to crispy ashes, and the slightest touch of something else scattered into sand. And the posture of the skeleton still retains the posture of their struggle on the ground before their death, and the desperate eyes seem to remain in the eye sockets of the skeleton, stimulating the rebels who open the door.

You don't have to count how many people are in the cellar. If there were a Western Expeditionary Army here, the soldiers of the rebel army might still have to endure nausea and fear to collect the remains of their colleagues and register the number. But now everyone is subject to the "puppet army" under the force, even if the centurion personally orders, no one will do it.

The door to the former cellar, the current burial chamber was completely sealed. This is not only to "destroy the corpses", but more importantly to prevent ghosts - everyone who enters the cellar does not want to be haunted by the ghosts of their colleagues - this is not enough, these unfortunate ghosts have also erected a tombstone at the outermost exit of the cellar - hoping to calm down the group of people who died in the flames.

Yet the evil spirit came, and it came quietly.

Facing the edge of the bushes, the two sat on the field road in a limp and became the first target of the demon.

"It's more than one thousand two, are you sure you can hit?" Tan Shijian didn't believe his junior a little.

"Let's try it. It is also impossible to be detected at this distance, the situation is favorable to our side. The corporal next to Tan Shijian pulled the bolt of the gun and aimed one eye socket at the scope.

"Southeasterly wind force 4." Hearing this, the corporal moved two positions slightly in the direction of the wind. He wiped the sweat from his fingers against the arc of the trigger and held his breath slightly.

Stationary targets are best hit. The bullet flew out of the barrel with a beautiful spin line and hit one of the soldiers straight down in the head - to be precise, it wanted to aim at the head, but broke the neck.

The muffler and the damp cloth placed in front of the muzzle were effective in masking both muzzle effect and noise. The downed soldier spurted a large amount of dark red blood from his neck, splashing his companions who were sitting and chatting with him.

"What...... Ahhh Ignoring the dark red liquid that still smelled of fish and heat all over his face, the unfortunate man's legs could no longer straighten - he leaned on his calves and arms and kept moving backwards. If he had a heart attack, he would have been scared to death here a long time ago.

Pull the bolt, and bright golden copper shells fly out of the gunshot. The gunner steadily continued to use the data from the first shot and continued to put the butt of the second man, who had just been raised in the middle of the reticles.

"You have to thank me for saving you the water and the cloth you face!"

As soon as the trigger was pulled, the opponent fell to the ground. And such a hunt has just begun.

It is true that against the Biyue Western Expeditionary Army, both the Erta and the Chinese still have the most basic respect as opponents. As for the three-surnamed house slaves who are the same as the puppet army, the Elta rebel army, it is no different from the wild things under the shotgun, except that they cannot be eaten.

You must know that on the other side of the portal, in addition to the intruders who did all kinds of evil in the last war, the people have always hated the "traitors", the most numerous and spineless rebels. Aiding the abuse, acting for the tiger...... Aside from Wang Zhaoming, who gradually transformed from a patriotic youth into a "low-key club" seeking peace, and then jumped back against him in one fell swoop, Zhou Fohai and others, who jumped back three times from a person who advanced to a senior member, and others, there have been nearly one million scum in the history of blood and tears for more than ten years. Of course, only by completely cutting off these tumors can the nation that stands up from the ruins stand firm. The civil war that followed in the immediate aftermath of the Great War left both sides with some scum that were not immediately liquidated - for a variety of reasons, ranging from the hidden lines of loyalty to the opportunistic petty criminals, and the harmful ones, which were not cleared in the end, were hidden in the depths of the groups on both sides of the strait, and became tumors that could not be pulled out......

Elta is in a much better situation. There are fewer traitors, and there is plenty of time to screen and liquidate. Of course, there is also a reason that cannot be said - it can be killed all. If it weren't for the lack of street lights and telephone poles, they would have been full of people hanging on their heads. Even if the Elta Army doesn't do it, there will still be a battered populace who will do it for them - so why be the bad guys? Even if someone can go around and change his name and surname for 60 years after removing the iron cross on his shoulder, he still can't escape the spontaneous pursuit of David's people, so why bother?

Rather than spending a huge price of public opinion, resisting the powerful grievances of the people, and educating these characters who do not choose to resist or flee under the obscenity of the invaders, but still want to harm their compatriots, it is better to throw them all into the steamroller of history. Of course, it is better to go to the rear and work as a lifetime laborer until death, provided that they can pass the blockade. Now that the river is blocked, it is obviously much more difficult to open up the shipping line than to bury it on the spot.

In matters of principle, there can not and should not be mercy, which is called humanity. Those who make such demands are as stupid as "why the death penalty should be carried out for green terrors" and "why should the mob be killed on the spot". Talking about humanity and pardon, then why didn't they pardon those weak girls and children who had no grievances with them and even their fellow villagers when they were caught serfs?

Just as the Green Terrorists and the "moderates" behind them have been denied moral support after several years of tug-of-war – both in the East and the West – it is because they have done it themselves.

Again, the reason for not deserving of humane spiritual care is, after all, the rebels themselves, not the other Eltas, as the old saying goes, one for the other, and that's it.

Thanks to the fire and the commotion in the farmstead, the serfs rescued last night should have broken through the blockade by this time. In the bush camp, there are several fire points that are constantly harvesting life in the restricted area within maximum range. Of course, if they were to be frightened and disperse from the rebels, they might still be able to find a way out of the pitifully narrow gap between the angry Western Crusade and the even angrier Eltas.

At the same time, weakening these garrisons during the day would be more beneficial for the task force to clear multiple farms in the evening and even after night.

"This is Tan Shijian, Class 5 Lao Deng! In fifteen seconds, there will be an enemy column in front of you, don't let one go! Tan Shijian held the walkie-talkie and gave orders while looking back and forth at the wheat field in front of him. The sound can be made a little louder, and you will have meat to eat in the third shift! ”

The nine figures covered in hay camouflage moved slightly, and the leader gently crept forward to separate the straws, and the team members behind them struggled not to make a sound.

The sound of footsteps outside was getting closer and closer, and it was estimated that they would not even glance into the depths of the wheat field.

"It's now!" Nine figures stood up in the middle of the wheat field. There was no time to give the enemy search party time to react, and the submachine guns in their hands began to strafe. A search party of more than a dozen people had no chance of surviving at such a density of fire—let alone resisting.

Shock, fear...... Before these eyes could appear in the eyes of the soldiers of the rebel army's search team, the task of the fifth squad had already been completed. The deliberate removal of the muffler from a submachine gun made the sound quickly attract more soldiers, and the elimination of this search party was not a simple goal, the well-manned airborne troops were using this search party as a larger bait, little by little fishing the enemy forces into routes and locations that could be ambushed, and at the same time using these second group of trapped enemies as bait to attract the enemy's attention......

Ambush squads, constantly changing locations and directions, always had accurate information on enemy movements from observation points in the bushes and silent unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, and how stupid the search party was for the cameras moving through the air. The stalks of wheat restricted their line of sight, and the gunmen lurking on the ground could clearly "see" their tracks, killing them in the field through the ears of wheat as the best fertilizer for the wheat......

However, there are restrictions on such hunting. Each ambush would result in no one daring to issue an order to patrol the area, which would be tantamount to licking blood on the tip of a knife. And when there is no suitable place to hunt, the enemy army will of course retreat because they dare not enter any field......

The three infantry squads that had already reached the edge of the farm naturally did not let go of the nearly two hundred people in front of them, and the pitch-black soldiers who had cleared all the straw came out of the wheat field, and even the squad machine guns began to burst into roars......

Four strongholds within a radius of five kilometers had fallen simultaneously within forty-eight hours - and although three of them still had some soldiers overseeing the serfs, they would never survive the to-night from being outnumbered by sheer superiority.