Two shots in quick succession, one hit the spine in Macaron's back, and the other hit the driver in the back of the heart. The driver died on the spot, but Macaron was alive and not dead.

Little Pomegranate drove over, lifted the M134 Vulcan gun and mounted it on the jeep, aiming at the militants who were swarming a kilometer away. He was very relaxed, in such an open area, a single M134 could suppress a full battalion of troops head-on.

With a rate of fire of 4,000 rounds per minute, a qiē charge is meaningless, even if you want to fill it with corpses pointing upwards. 12。 With a terrifying caliber of 7 mm, it can easily crush any living thing.

"Uh!! ...... "Macarons, who are still alive, try to stand up, but they can't get back on their feet anyway.

The sniper warhead hit his vertebrae, destroying the central nervous system, and even if he didn't die, he would have to spend the rest of his life in bed.

"Retreat! Retreat!! Retreat!!! Macaron used all the strength of his body to roar at his subordinates a thousand meters away.

He clearly saw the M134 Vulcan cannon that Little Pomegranate was holding, and knew that once this guy pulled the trigger, then his armed forces would be all over.

"Y-How are you?" Xu Yibing, who was covered in bruises, squatted beside Macaron and asked the other party.

She saw a wound the size of a bowl on the macaron's chest, and the flesh rolled outward in horror, surging blood.

For macarons, Xu Yibing can't say what it feels like. Although she was kidnapped and in danger, Macaron did not violate her in any way, despite humiliating herself during the negotiations.

Right now...... This is an injured person.

"Let me see your injuries." Xu Yibing flipped Macaron's body and saw that the vertebrae were pierced.

"Ahh ......" Macaron let out a cry of pain and grabbed Xu Yibing's arm hard.

"Smack!"

Marcus kicked over and kicked Macaron's hand that was holding Xu Yibing's arm to the side.

"It's safe." Marcus helped Xu Yibing up, protected the other party's back, and dragged him towards his jeep.

"Don't go! Don't leave! ......" The macaron, which was damaged because of the destruction of the central nervous system, lay on the ground softly, panting heavily: "Mr. Godfather...... Please, please help me up...... Belch...... I've got to get my people to retreat, I've got to get them to retreat......"

Macaron's eyes were burning, and he tried to turn over, but he couldn't move.

"Racial vendetta." Xu Yibing said to Marcus.

Hearing these four words, Marcus exhaled heavily, and a thick helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He was all too familiar with the situation here, where genocide was staged every day. Both the strong and the weak races have built up their own armaments in order to survive.

They fought each other and slaughtered each other. Once the armed forces of a certain race are completely defeated, it means that the race of the armed forces will be slaughtered in a genocidal manner.

There have been many peaceful people who have come to Africa with civilization and tried to figure out a series of cultural transmission and influence in Guò to make the genocide disappear in Africa. But in the end, they all failed, because this is Africa, they don't belong to Africa.

Macaron's armament represents a race that will be shattered when his armed forces face the M134. The armed forces were routed, and entire races became lambs to be slaughtered.

Marcus thought for a moment, leaned down and helped the macaron, telling the other party to stand up straight and well.

"Thank you." Macaron thanked him, raised his head and shouted at the militants who were rushing in: "I'm not dead yet, I order you all to retreat!" Immediately, immediately! ”

Hundreds of militants saw their leader, heard the voice of the leader, began to slow down, and then stopped.

"Go back, or we'll all die here." Macaron showed a bitter smile and continued at his armament: "The war is not over, and the war will never end. Allonson, from today onwards, the fate of the Puwang is in your hands. Lead our people to live, live forever! ”

After saying this, the bitter smile on Macaron's face disappeared, and he tilted his head vigorously, took a deep breath of dry air, and stared at the blue sky.

In the distance, a black militant walked on foot, disarming all his weapons. He had no fear, no timidity, even in the face of a terrifying six-barreled heavy machine gun.

Faced with a lone unarmed person, Pomegranate did not shoot and let him come over.

The black man walked to a distance of fifty meters and stopped, bowed deeply to the little pomegranate and the others, and said, "Gentlemen, we are defeated. I beg that the marshal be brought back to the land where he was born and raised. We may be savages in your eyes, but we were also kind and simple. If it weren't for the marshal leading us in the revolt, I'm afraid our race would have disappeared from Africa long ago. Whatever you think, the marshal will always be the person we respect the most. ”

Hearing this, Marcus's eyes were filled with deep sadness, and he gently shook his head and looked at Xiao Yuanchao, who was limping with a cigar in his mouth and a sniper rifle.

"Let them take them." Xiao Yuanchao leaned effortlessly against the little pomegranate, waved his hand weakly and said, "Xu Yibing is safe, and the rest is not important." ”

Xiao Yuanchao spoke, and Marcus handed the macaron to the black man and let him carry his marshal back.

"Hey," Macaron, who was resisted on his shoulder, smiled at Xu Yibing and said, "I'm sorry, I apologize to me for what I did to you." I don't want to hurt anyone, really, not want to hurt anyone, it's just fate that makes me have to. If there's a chance, I mean, if there's a chance, can you let more people know about what we're doing here? Hehehe...... You know, I'm relieved, I can finally get my hands free of blood. In fact, war ...... What is War? What is Victory? What is peace again? I'm lost, I'm lost......"

The smile on Macaron's face disappeared, his eyes were indeed confused, he couldn't find his direction, and he lost his purpose......

Xu Yibing stood there in a daze and looked at the macarons in the distance, as if she understood a lot of things at this moment. Reality, dreams, spirituality, cruelty and last resort, maybe that's it.

"Bingbing...... Bingbing ......" Xu Haibo lay on his back on the saddle and stretched out his right hand to Xu Yibing with great effort.

His eyes were glazed, and his left hand was clutching his abdomen, trying his best to block the blood flowing outward.

No one knows when Xu Haibo was shot, and no one knows how he survived after being shot.

"Dad......" Xu Yibing looked at the blood on her father's lower body in horror, and opened her mouth to call out a word that had not been called out for a long time.

Xu Haibo's sloppy eyes refocused, a choked sound came out of his throat, his outstretched right hand trembled violently, and his palm gripped forward, wanting to grab his daughter.

"Dad!" Xu Yibing let out a frightened scream and rushed towards her father.

"Full ......" blood foam flowed down the corners of Xu Haibo's mouth, his eyes were filled with love, and he muttered out the last two words: "Enough...... ......"

The trembling right arm fell suddenly, and Xu Haibo's pupils spread at an extremely fast speed, leaving satisfaction, love, and nostalgia......

"Dad!!"

The heart-rending sound came from Xu Yibing's mouth, she threw herself on Xu Haibo, crying loudly, crying her liver and intestines.

"Separator!" The little pomegranate glared at Xu Haibo, who was already dead.

"There are no separators." Xiao Yuanchao sighed weakly and said, "Xu Haibo didn't make a separator at all, he lied to us." ”

"How is that possible?" The little pomegranate stared.

"Hehehe......" Xiao Yuanchao shook his head and said, "He just wants to save his daughter, a lie made up." ”

"But you were threatened just now?"

"Threat?" Xiao Yuanchao spit out the cigar in his mouth, took out one again, and said with a smile: "The crisis is over, I just want a father to get what he wants." At least...... Xu Haibo is a qualified father, at least ...... Brother Pomegranate, we're all human, not beasts, right? Human nature...... Humanity ......"

The sky was getting bluer, and the ground was still a vast yellow.

Blue and yellow, half freedom, half despair, mixed together is war......

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