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Duke!

In the hereditary hierarchy of titles, dukes are undoubtedly the small group at the top of the pyramid. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The title of Duke means glory!

Respectable!

Unbeatable status!

Noble and pure blood!

And, of course, great power.

"Duke? Hahaha, I think **** is about the same. ”

An incongruous voice soon came from his ears, but Li Changjiang didn't pay attention to it, just glanced at the person who spoke, it was a white man with a scumbag beard with a contemptuous expression on his face.

"Hey! Man, ignore those damn white people. ”

"Batra, this is my name and the name of my mercenary group."

Batra Mercenary Regiment?

The mind is really simple, use your own name to name the mercenary group, either a madman or a genius.

"Hello!"

The captain of the black mercenary group was obviously a little overzealous, and Li Changjiang was also happy to meet new companions before joining the war.

"Just call me the Duke!"

The number of Batra mercenary groups is the largest among the five mercenary groups, with nearly 30 people, but in the tens of thousands of battlefields, it is still only a small team.

To Li Changjiang's surprise, in addition to a dozen blacks, there were quite a few whites in Bartman's mercenary group.

The racial divide between blacks and whites is far wider than imagined, and Batra will definitely not be an easy guy to get these whites to do his bidding.

As the two of them spoke, the mercenaries in the car all got down.

The leaders of several mercenary groups quickly got together to discuss their respective tasks, during which Li Changjiang did not speak, but just stood behind Batra, even if he and Lao Maozi were added, there were only 7 of them, so the rest of them did not care about the combat ability of this mercenary group.

In their opinion, no matter how powerful 7 people are, can they still influence the victory of a war?

This is obviously impossible.

And Li Changjiang is obviously happy to see this scene, his mission is not to attack the territory of Misrata with this group of people, but to go deep into the hinterland of Misrata to save people.

"We are responsible for the enemy on the left!"

"We're on the right side!"

"Duke, are your people with us, is there a problem?"

Batra took care of Li Changjiang's mercenary group somewhat unexpectedly when he applied for the mission, but Li Changjiang hesitated for a moment before nodding in a calm voice.

This is undoubtedly a good arrangement.

Their current location is a bazaar less than 2 kilometres outside of Misrata, which has been abandoned for some time, but according to information provided by the Ribians, there are still nearly 100 militia members stationed in the bazaar.

The primary goal of their 5 mercenary regiments was to completely destroy the garrison, and then directly confront the strong fortifications of Misrata and tear a gap in them, opening the way for the regular army of Ribia behind.

If possible, decapitation can also be carried out.

In fact, almost every mercenary group that participated in this mission received such a decapitation mission content, and the prize money was very high.

It's just that Li Changjiang understands it very well.

If you want to achieve decapitation, I'm afraid it's not so simple.

That bastard of Khamis is undoubtedly a big picture of these goddamn mercenaries.

After determining the objectives of the mission.

Each mercenary group immediately gathered its members to form an offensive formation.

Li Changjiang naturally led people to follow behind the Batra mercenary group, and quickly interspersed through the buildings on the west side of the bazaar, and the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun abounded, but the sound of the night wind blowing the ground on the Gobi in the distance had obviously obscured the prelude to the start of these wars.

The atmosphere in the air was a little solemn.

"Duke, I need your men to provide us with fire cover, is there a problem?"

"Yes."

It seemed that the weapons in the hands of these people led by Li Changjiang were unexpectedly powerful, so Batra quickly changed his mind and let the duke's people suppress the firepower, and Li Changjiang responded without any hesitation.

Open the scope cover with a snap.

Through the scope, Li Changjiang could almost see the expressions on the faces of the Libians and the lazy arcs on the corners of their mouths in the makeshift outpost.

The nerves tensed suddenly.

"It's already in place!"

"Get in place!"

"Ready!"

The voices of the French and Swedes soon came from the team's internal communication channel, and Li Changjiang nodded, with a tense expression on his face.

"The Duke is already in place! Repeat: The Duke is already in place! ”

fire!

Boom!

The moment he heard the sound from the headset, Li Changjiang was the first to pull the trigger without hesitation.

Black night sky.

The bullets that shot out of the chamber at a rapid speed were like meteors, and the flying trajectory drew a fleeting trajectory, and with a pop it sank into the flesh, and in a fraction of a second, the transmission of light and sound and the response of the brain completed almost all the movements at the same time, and the gunfire burst out of the air.

Boom!

Da-da-da-da!

Tongues of fire flying.

Dozens of bullets erupted from the muzzles, and almost in the blink of an eye, a tight net of fire descended from the sky to envelop the sentry of the Ribbians.

Burst! Poof!

Casualties soared to a terrifying number in an instant.

1 pc! 2 pcs! 3 ----

Li Changjiang's speed was a little staggering, many gunmen were almost just aiming, and before they could pull the trigger, the target in the scope had already fallen, and by the time he reacted, Li Changjiang's attention had already captured the next target.

"Damn it!"

"Hurry, hurry! Rush over! ”

The curses and orders quickly merged into a wave, which was extremely faint but unusually loud in the dense sound of gunfire, and the men of the Batra mercenary group rushed to the front post as soon as they received the order to attack, they had no other choice, and they did not expect the firepower provided by the duke's men to be so terrifying.

Da-da-da-da!

Suddenly.

A series of extremely suppressed gunshots suddenly remembered, Li Changjiang's heart tightened, he didn't think about it at all, and subconsciously shouted out of his mouth.

"Damn it, hidden! Hide! ”

The movement of bowing his head was extremely lucky for him to dodge a terrifying burst of fire.

It's a large-caliber machine gun!

Hell, how could a group of Ribbian militias have such a horrific weapon!

Poof!

Raise the gun again and aim.

In sight.

The bullet penetrated the bodies of the members of the Batra Mercenary Group extremely quickly, and Li Changjiang saw with his own eyes that the terrifying tearing ability of the machine gun even directly exploded the entire head of one of them and shattered into a cloud of blood mist, which was extremely terrifying.

"Hell, hide! Take cover! Sniper, take him out! ”

Not far away.

The black man Batra shouted hoarsely into the communication channel, and soon two snipers in position aimed at the machine gunners behind the fortifications.

Bang bang!

Boom!

The continuous sound of gunfire made people's hearts suddenly tighten.

Damn it!

Didn't hit!

couldn't help but miss, and also exposed the sniper's hidden position.

In the blink of an eye---, the terrible firepower swept towards the place where one of the snipers was hiding, and the sound of gunfire in tandem couldn't help but make people's scalps tingle, and in sight, the wall where the sniper was hiding was almost completely torn and turned into rubble, and no one could survive under that terrifying firepower.

The remaining sniper continuously changed positions and fired the machine gun, but could not penetrate the narrow gap left by the tight fortifications, mainly because there was a baffle in front that just blocked the line of sight, unless a blind sniper penetrated the narrow gap between the steel plate and the barrel to kill the machine gunner behind, it was difficult to stop the opponent's fire.

Batra's snipers are undoubtedly extremely sophisticated, but it is not easy to shoot at a distance of about 100 meters, especially at night.

"Hell, kill that damn gunslinger."

Batra had become a little agitated, and in an instant, nearly five of his men had died, all of them killed by this machine gun, and now the rest were hidden on the ground or behind simple bunkers, and they would surely die if they delayed.

"Let me do it!"

in the communication channel.

Li Changjiang's voice seemed very calm.

"Duke, kill him!"

Batra's voice was fast, but he obviously didn't deliberately pay attention to Li Changjiang's words.

In fact, it's not that he didn't pay attention, but he didn't believe that this Huaxia man had this kind of marksmanship, including the few people found by Lao Maozi who were also silent.

But at the moment when the words were spoken, Li Changjiang had already completed the steps to aim.

Almost instinctively, he automatically captured the narrowest shooting angle on the inside of the steel plate, Li Changjiang didn't think much about it, and his index finger instantly exerted force.

Boom!

The unique sound of the SVD sniper rifle's gunfire instantly interrupted the monotonous sound of machine gun fire, as if a choked throat was suddenly stuck there.

However, after a while, the interrupted voice remembered again, but Li Changjiang didn't give the other party a chance.

Boom!

Another shot!

This time, the sound of machine-gun fire froze completely.

"Guys, hurry! Kill him! ”

With a hula, the members of the Batra Mercenary Regiment who were lying on the ground got up again and pounced on the target in front of them.

Rumble!

Da-da-da-da!

The sparks from the grenade were extremely eye-catching, and the continuous sound of gunfire directly crushed the Libian sentry post, and Li Changjiang slowly put away the sniper rifle in his hand as if he had lost his strength, and let out a long sigh of relief.

By the time he got up, there were already several slightly familiar voices in his ears.

"Boss, that's great!"

"Well done man!"

On the battlefield.

Overmatch.

Undoubtedly, it is always the gun in the hand and the courage in the chest that can earn the greatest respect.

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