Tu Xingpu and I were surrounded by five or six in the middle, and it seemed that they couldn't resist even a single impact, and the nearby mercenaries all had bloodthirsty lights in their eyes, waiting to see me and Tu Xingpu's good show. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As the saying goes, it is difficult to defeat four fists with both hands, and Tu Xingpu and I will inevitably eat a few times under the siege, so we can only try to avoid the vital point.

Most of these mercenaries were veterans who had retired from the army, and they had a lot of combat experience, but they lacked only strength compared to us.

Tu Xingpu and I quickly discovered this, and used our strong physique to exchange injuries with these mercenaries!

The fight became no different from a street brawl, with both sides throwing desperate punches at each other.

The onlookers were the first to realize that something was wrong, Tu Xingpu and I seemed to have blue noses and swollen faces, and we were crumbling, but we didn't lie down at all. And the number of mercenaries became smaller and smaller, and soon they all lay on the ground and couldn't get up.

Soldiers worship the strong, mercenaries are afraid of ruthless!

The surrounding mercenaries didn't dare to look at me, and took the initiative to get out of the way and let me and Tu Xingpu leave.

Back in the tent where we lived, we couldn't hold back anymore, and our bodies hurt everywhere.

"Hey, these grandsons, they greet their grandfather in the face, and I don't know if they are broken!" Tu Xingpu touched his face and said.

I ignored him and lay on my bunk and remembered the fight with the mercenary.

I originally looked down on these mercenaries who fought for money, but this fight reminded me that most of those who dared to come to the battlefield to eat had a few brushes!

The makeshift camp continued until midnight, and the weary mercenaries and soldiers returned to their resting places. After two o'clock, even the most energetic people fall into a deep sleep.

I was awakened by intense heart palpitations, and this familiar feeling has saved my life countless times. Without hesitation, I picked up my gun and walked out of the tent.

It was dark in the camp, with snoring everywhere, and in a few bright places, sentries were chatting with their arms folded.

There seems to be no hostility.

A few fires suddenly burst out of a valley in the distance, and meteors streaked across the night sky and headed straight for the camp!

The strong panic made me not appreciate it, and hurriedly rushed into the tent to wake up the sleeping Tu Xingpu and them.

"Enemy artillery fire is coming, run !!" My voice, with a hint of desperation, resounded throughout the camp.

With the confused Tu Xingpu and Kaba, they had just walked out of the tent, and the first wave of attacks arrived!

"Boom" "Boom"......

Explosions rang out in the camp one after another, and the tents near the explosion site were torn apart, leaving only black craters, steel balls and shrapnel scattered in the camp, and a terrible wail resounded through the night sky.

"Oh my God!"

Tu Xingpu and the others stared blankly at the camp that had turned into hell, and forgot what to do for a while.

"Why are you still standing stupidly? Run! "I dragged them and ran them out of the camp. I have already recognized the weapon that attacked us, 107 rocket artillery!

"Boom!"

A rocket landed in front of us, hitting a transport truck, which was enveloped in flames and the chain of machine-gun shells that detonated exploded like a New Year's firecracker.

Stray bullets flew in all directions, and Kaba, who was walking at the rear, let out a muffled grunt and fell to the ground.

I couldn't have left him alone and dragged him by the collar into a hot crater.

Tu Xingpu was busy treating Kaba's wounds, and I lay on the edge of the crater to observe the movements in the camp.

"Da Da Da"

Suddenly there was a gunshot on the mercenary's side, and it slowly had a tendency to expand, and I was shocked, could it be that the enemy had begun to attack?

Looking at the rockets that were still falling, I dismissed the idea that this would not be the time to attack.

A word that made the soldiers talk change color broke into my head - camp roar!

Don't think that only ancient armies can have this terrible phenomenon, modern armies are just as likely, but the chances of it appearing are smaller.

The composition of our convoy is complex, many people don't know each other, and there is no unified command, and the gods have nothing to do after the camp roar!

The situation continues to deteriorate, and no one even cares when the rockets stop. People who fall into madness attack all moving objects until they are knocked down by bullets that come from nowhere; Those who are still awake are always on the lookout for others until they are drawn into the melee and slowly lose their minds.

The scuffle continued until dawn, and low, hoarse cries began to appear in the ruins of the camp, and the man who had regained his senses stared blankly at his hands, not believing that he had done it himself.

More than 90 corpses, wrapped in sleeping bags or tent fragments, lined up outside the camp and growing in number.

The surviving mercenaries and the government forces were hostile to each other, with the mercenaries being the first to appear and implicating the nearest government forces. The government forces, on the other hand, killed the most mercenaries, and their indiscriminate attacks with heavy fire were the main culprits in the situation getting out of control.

The smallest losses were among the U.S. troops, who hid their identities, and rushed out of the camp on infantry tanks when the attack appeared.

The future of the team is in jeopardy, and I am worried that this mission will come to an end.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for mercenaries to leave one after another with the corpses of their teammates. The poisoned arrows also retreated, so I had to hand over the wounded Kaba to them and let them take it back with them.

In the end, there were less than forty mercenaries left, and most of them acted alone or in small groups, and they were reluctant to give up the commission this time.

The severely shrunken convoy set off again, this time with the U.S. military in the lead. Tu Xingpu and I drove a car left behind by poisoned arrows and followed in the middle of the convoy.

"Brother You, what attacked us last night?" Tu Xingpu asked with palpitations.

"107 rocket artillery, the artifact of the guerrillas. Low cost, high power, easy to operate, easy to hide, easy to carry.

By the way, this thing is native to China, and many countries have copied it, all over Africa, the Middle East and parts of Asia.

The U.S. military has suffered a lot in Vietnam and Afghanistan. ”

Tu Xingpu obviously heard it for the first time, and said with emotion on his face: "I didn't expect the old guy we eliminated to be so powerful!" ”

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On the third day of departure, the convoy finally reached the eastern mountains. Half a day's journey and we'll be there.

The eastern mountains are very inhospitable and there is hardly any vegetation to be seen. The road around the mountain is so narrow that only one car can pass through. And on one side is the river valley, and on the other side is the excavated cliff.

Such terrain worries everyone in the convoy, and if there is an attack, then this is the best place!

Turning a mountain, we were already less than three kilometers from the outpost, and if it weren't for the mountain, we would have been able to see the destination.

At this moment, a dense burst of gunfire came from the direction of the outpost, and the leading US convoy seemed to be in a hurry and suddenly accelerated!