At 6:04 p.m. local time, a heavy battle broke out on the outskirts of Nkata Bay.

First, a round of multimillion-dollar surface-to-air missile covered bombing, and then the helicopter gunship formation ploughed the ground area where the target was located by pouring out the loaded missiles and cannon bullets like running water that didn't need money.

No creature could withstand such a blow, but this time the opponent was extremely cunning, with a body and reaction speed unimaginable to normal humans, as well as a variety of strange new organs and strange abilities. Two rounds of fire suppression only left them with minor casualties, and then they immediately launched a counterattack.

If there were no awakened people like Xu Le, who had transformed into a "mutant natural enemy" in the long years of fighting, I am afraid that the well-equipped peacekeeping troops with excellent combat quality would have been quickly defeated and annihilated by the fierce counterattack of the Holy One.

When the local battlefield moves from over-the-horizon combat to line-of-sight combat, mortal abilities are not enough to keep up with the rhythm of battle, even if they hold powerful firearms, they do not want to hit the enemy.

Even a world-class sniper is more likely to accidentally kill an ally when shooting than a mutant of the level of the Holy One, so the only role that the peacekeepers can play after hand-to-hand combat is to form a solid blockade line, besiege the fish that may escape, and act as spectators in this extraordinary battle.

The two teams of Ash and Judgment Awakened led by Qi Lie and Xu Le were the main force, and the rest of the Awakened with rich combat experience tacitly cooperated, using the tactical arrangements that had been rehearsed countless times, and soon gained the upper hand and achieved a suppressive advantage.

But we have to admit that it is not only the awakened who are improving. The mutants are also progressing at a frightening rate, and Shengyi has shown unexpected combat ability and combat intelligence, which has put Xu Le and Qi Lie in danger several times.

Luo Yingnan must stay in the country at all times to ensure that the guest from the other world is not in danger of life, this is a situation that Xu Le and Qi Lie both know, if they are fatally injured here, there is no possibility of saving them, so the two main attack teams are very conservative.

This fierce grappling lasted for ten minutes, and it was not until most of the Awakened Ones ran out of energy and physical strength that they killed several of the High Saints under the Holy One, and severely injured the Holy One.

When Xu Le, Qi Lie, and Huang Kaijing joined forces to strike a decisive blow, Shengyi's entire body was torn apart, and then burned to charcoal, leaving only a head hanging in the air, supported by dense winged flesh worms.

The outcome has been decided, and there is no suspense.

"Hehe, hehehehe."

The fleshworm's head held up let out a miserable laugh.

"I am the king of the Holy Clan, and my opponents should be Yang Xiaoqian and Liu Yuanzhou, so you are also worthy of killing me? You ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the abominable head was pulled to the ground by the sudden multiplication of gravity, and was then burned to ashes by a blazing fire.

Everyone is busy and really doesn't have time to listen to nonsense.

"Tsk!" Xu Le missed the opportunity to send Shengyi on the road with his own hands, his brows furrowed, and he felt a little annoyed.

Huang Kaijing smiled contemptuously: "A chess piece that has been played by Bai between applause from beginning to end, and he still thinks he is a real big boss, funny." ”

Qi Lie gracefully blew a smoke ring and said with a smile: "I eat too much garbage brain, and I get food poisoning." ”

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According to Muta, Malawi is a strange country, and that after the transformation from a colony of the British Empire to an independent state, the naïve presidential cabinet system could not erase the far-reaching influence of the British Commonwealth, nor could it reconcile the contradictions between the various ethnic groups and religions in the country.

Since independence, Malawi has pursued a policy of free choice of alliance and neutrality, but this long, landlocked country has neither oil fields nor rich mineral resources, and has little bargaining chips in exchange for benefits.

Without bargaining chips, there is no right to speak, coupled with years of weakness, this small country covering an area of 118,000 square kilometers has not yet entered the industrial age, still with agriculture as the main body of the economy, 70% of the domestic labor force is employed in tobacco-related industries, and millions of ordinary people are poorly clothed and hungry.

The people are already so poor that they don't have enough to eat, but Malawian government officials are living in severe luxury. As the president for life progresses into his old age, he has become more and more deaf, not only issuing ridiculous decrees, but also fighting with Malawi's main donors over the succession, plunging the country into turmoil and chaos.

What is even more ridiculous is that Malawi, a country with a total population of more than 10 million, has only 5,300 regular troops, including 4,800 in the army, 200 in the Marine Corps and 200 in the Air Force.

What about the police? The police totaled 1,500 people.

One can imagine the chaos and deplight that Malawi has found itself in after losing aid.

"There is no future for this country." Standing on the roof of a dilapidated house, Muta Kazunga let out a sigh, the girl's dark skin shining in the sun, she looked in the direction of Lake Malawi and sang the national anthem softly: "God bless the motherland of Malawi as a peaceful land." Destroy all enemies and plagues: hunger, sickness, jealousy, and unite us as one, without worry or fear. Bless each of our leaders and our mothers, Malawi. ”

The lyrics are so well written, but unfortunately the wishes in them will never come true.

At least, it can't be achieved in the hands of the current leader, and perhaps after replacing the ruling party, fresh blood can burst out with great power and change the world.

Muta stared firmly, drew a cross on his chest, and muttered, "I'm sorry, Mother Malawi, forgive me for making a deal with the devil." ”

As a descendant of the President of the People's Progressive Movement Party, Muta is willing to give everything for the progress of the people of Malawi, including faith and life.

Muta climbed down the ladder, his calm gaze swept over the old people and children in the room one by one, and finally stopped at the two "people" standing outside the door.

"You're going to keep your promises, aren't you?" Muta asked.

After a few moments, Muta received a satisfactory answer: "Yes, it is the will of the Temple." ”

With a hopeful smile, Mutta walked into the house and sang the national anthem with his siblings inside. Muta thought to himself that maybe one day, those lyrics could really come true.

"People" in expensive suits carry bags full of food and then come indoors to distribute food to the old, weak, sick and disabled with yellow faces and thin muscles.

Everyone was hungry, but no one was gobbling it up, and everyone was savoring the good taste of the food.

Because it's their last supper.