Throwing General Audu's body to the ground like garbage, the big dad looked at the adjutant who was trembling on his knees.

"Kill Officer Joe, kill 'Cold'!" The big dad gave an order to the freshly baked commander of the Red Turban Army: "Kill everyone in that factory, and then find Dr. Chen, you will be the master of this country!" ”

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant, who was still afraid, heard that he had changed from a horse boy to a warlord of the nominal boss of the Red Turban Army, and immediately raised his hand to swear allegiance.

These warlords are essentially no different from the warlords of the Celestial Empire and the Republic of China. The so-called country, nation, development, freedom, and so on are just slogans.

Their most fundamental purpose is to be the emperor of the soil, relying on the ready-made resources given to them by God to ensure the life of their masters, or to use the power in their hands to make money.

Whether it is the sale of minerals, the sale of people, the sale of sovereignty or even the voting rights of the United Nations, there is nothing they dare not sell anyway.

As for the resources sold out, after the sovereigns are sold out? It's a big deal to take the money deposited in foreign banks to go to Europe and the United States to be a fool! Anyway, as long as you have money, you can live anywhere! Moreover, being a rich man in some countries may be better off than being an emperor in a poor country.

"Chief, the steel mill is being attacked by mercenaries and the Red Turbans!" Qiao Guoqiang reported to the commander of the navy: "But they have been repelled by us!" There are casualties among our diaspora! ”

"Are the casualties serious? How is Dr. Chen? The major general asked.

"Dr. Chen is fine!" Qiao Guoqiang said: "We have always protected him. ”

"It will take at least five hours to complete the evacuation of the home port of Sansare, after which we will go to the nearest port to you," said the Major General. Until then, you need to comfort your injured compatriots. ”

"The helicopter will arrive tomorrow, and Ambassador Fan is actively mediating with UN agencies to secure more means of transportation."

"Good!" Qiao Guoqiang said, "Please rest assured, we will hold on to the last moment!" ”

On the ladder in the lobby of the office building, Qiao Guoqiang handed a warhead to Leng Feng, "Look at it!" ”

Leng Feng took the warhead suspiciously and looked down to observe.

Suddenly, his eyes went cold! The bullet had the exact same pattern as the one on his neck, steel and silver-plated.

"Is that them?" Leng Feng asked

Qiao Guoqiang nodded and replied, "That's right, the mercenary we have been fighting with is the militant you are looking for." ”

"A bullet hit my body armor and I took it off."

"The road is narrow!" Leng Feng said hatefully

"This is fate!" Qiao Guoqiang carried a glass of soda and said with some emotion.

"Now it's not that they can't let us go, it's that we won't let them go!"

After a moment of silence, Leng Feng spoke, "Send our compatriots away first!" ”

Qiao Guoqiang agreed: "Let's get through the current hurdle first." As for the back..." He looked at Leng Feng, "Want money, guns, roads?" Need? ”

He patted Leng Feng on the shoulder and said, "It's all about your words!" ”

"Thanks!" Leng Feng said gratefully.

"Don't be polite to me!" Qiao Guoqiang said, "If you want to play with them one day in the future, remember to call me!" ”

He stood up, stretched, shook his head, and said, "A man's sense of accomplishment comes from building and destroying. When I studied architecture, I liked to watch the buildings finish in front of me, but now I like to watch the lives of the enemy wither in front of me..."

"Brother Qiang, what about the corpses of these people?" Zhuo Yifan walked over and asked.

He was referring to his own group of employees.

Just counting the number of people, I found that a night battle killed more than a dozen employees. Most of them were security guards, and a few were killed by drones while barbecuing.

Seeing the corpses of his own people completely diluted the joy of Zhuo Yifan's first actual battle.

"The Chinese cremation takes the ashes away"

"In this steel factory, don't tell me you don't have the equipment to cremate people?!"

"It's there again..." Zhuo Yifan frowned and said, "But the high-voltage electricity has been cut off, and there is no way to make a furnace..."

"Then use coal!"

"As for the locals..." Qiao Guoqiang thought for a while and said, "I remember that there is a big pit over there in the slag yard?" Lift it in and bury it with a bulldozer! Remember to take photos and make records before burying them, and give the pension to your family members in the future. ”

"Don't be busy erecting a monument yet, just use a printer to put the photo, name, and employee number on it, and then bury it in the pocket of the corpse's clothes."

"Hey, I'll arrange it!"

The ashes of the Chinese people must be brought back, and their families are still waiting for them to go back and reunite, even if it is ashes.

As for Ukanda, there is no cremation either, and there is no coffin for burial.

Find a cemetery and bury it simply, just insert a cross. Some even simply play sky burial...

Lao He took the initiative to take over the task of night duty. In his words, when he is older, he sleeps less, Qiao Guoqiang and Leng Feng have been fighting for two whole days, and they are more tired than him, so they should rest early.

Actually, he was sad that he couldn't sleep... Five of his security guards died.

"Don't blame yourself!" Qiao Guoqiang comforted Lao He Dao, "Each of these sacrificed employees has 20 red scarf soldiers to pay for his mother's life, enough!" ”

They had just killed 274 Red Turban soldiers and 14 mercenaries. Half of them were killed by tricky mines, directional mines, and remote-controlled bombs operated by Zhuo Yifan!

Qiao Guoqiang took the key and opened Zhuo Yifan's small warehouse.

The four billiard cases in the middle are M2 heavy machine guns, automatic grenade launchers, M82A1 snipers, and an 82mm mortar in the final clearing.

"I'll go!!" Leng Feng looked at the pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, bazookas and other weapons on the walls around him, and said in surprise, "This is the same as what our special brigade has, right?" It wasn't like this last time I came..."

"More personality and more variety!" Qiao Guoqiang said, "It's all I have helped him supplement in the past two months..."

"Brother Fan is really good at playing!" Leng Feng sighed.

"We should be glad that in this era of impetuous entertainment to death, a rich second generation like Brother Fan still retains the martial spirit..." I don't know why, Qiao Guoqiang suddenly remembered the so-called first lesson of school a few years later. A group of "pretentious A4 waist, oily head and powdery orchid fingers" sissy little fresh meat disgusted all parents for a semester!

"In the second ancestor, there are not many people who have responsibilities, he is counted as one..."

"Let's move!" Qiao Guoqiang said, "Put more bazookas in the buildings around the open field..."

"If only we had a platoon..." Leng Feng said with ammunition for his HK416. "No, even if it's a class of wolf warriors, where can you use so much effort~"

"yes..." Qiao Guoqiang said helplessly: "The difference in strength is too great!" ”

"I hate this kind of defensive fighting!" Leng Feng said, "Especially in the presence of non-combatants..."

"No way, this is the bowl of rice we eat!" Qiao Guoqiang grabbed a No. 12 shotgun and loaded it into the cartridge of the M1216 shotgun. 4 BB-level bird bullets, 4 deer bullets, 4 single-headed bullets, and 4 arrow-shaped bullets with more than 30 steel needles inside.

After loading 4 cartridges in a row, Qiao Guoqiang found 4 M72 rocket launchers and carried them out of the warehouse with wide tape.