The sudden burst of gunfire made Hao Yi's heart skip a beat, and he hurriedly stopped the figure that he had just wanted to move, hid behind the huge legs of the mecha, and quietly looked at the rebel.

When the comfortable rebel armored soldier heard the gunshots, he was stunned at first, and wanted to pull up his pants and run away. However, after a few tenths of a second, the rebel seemed to think of something, turned around and spat in the direction of the back of the hillside, cursing without knowing what to swear, and then crouched straight back.

"Damn, scare me!" Haoyi breathed a sigh of relief slightly, stopped his pounding heart, and cursed secretly. Seeing the rebel's fearless appearance, he immediately understood that the gunfire must have been the rebels in the valley who had begun to shoot the prisoners. "Time is running out, damn it, I hope those dogs will do it slowly!" Thinking of this, Hao Yi's heart tightened, and he hurriedly flashed the shadow behind the mecha, and continued to quietly touch the back of the rebel.

Time passed by second, and when Haoyi approached the boulder, a stench hit his nostrils. "Uncle, it stinks!" Haoyi couldn't help but curse secretly, so he had to wrinkle his nose and touch it step by step. And the rebel who was humming a ditty didn't seem to realize that death was approaching him step by step.

"Teng!" When Hao Yi could clearly see the guy's big white ass, Hao Yi swooped over, leaned over and covered the big mouth that was humming a small song from behind, and the dagger shining with cold light on his right hand easily cut through the light individual armor. There was a soft "flutter" sound, and between the blood splashes, the rebel was frightened, desperately struggling and whining. Hao Yi didn't dare to let go, his teeth bit his eyes, and the ruthlessness flashed, and as soon as his right hand exerted his strength, the dagger that was more than a foot long entered without a handle, and then he stirred it hard, and a more bright red blood splashed out.

Under this fatal blow, the rebel finally pounced and straightened his legs, and with his big eyes open, he was silent. He couldn't figure it out until he died, wasn't he just, how could he actually take his own life.

With another "flutter", Hao Yi suddenly pulled out the dagger, brought out a stream of blood and spurted out, threw the guy's body at his feet, and let out a long breath.

"Brother Hao, it's okay!" Listening to the sound of footsteps behind him, Hao Yi turned around vigilantly, and saw that it was Hu Erpang who hurriedly ran over with a rifle.

"It's okay, damn it, this fucking shit stinks!" Hao Yi Yangyang's right hand, which had been dyed blood-red, looked down at the corpse on the ground, and saw that he was stepping on the yellow-brown thing on his feet, so he hurriedly raised his foot and rubbed it vigorously on the corpse of the rebel.

"Da Da Da!" Another row of gunshots suddenly came from behind the hillside, Hao Yi was stunned, his sword eyebrows were raised, and then he said coldly: "It's too late!" Fatty, go and meet Catherine, bring them here and wait to pick up those prisoners of war, and I'll kill them! Seeing that Hu Erpang was still a little hesitant, Hao Yi was so anxious that he shouted: "Foodie, why are you still stunned?" Do you want to let those comrades finish playing? ”

Hu Erpang was stunned when he heard this, so he turned around and hurriedly ran away. Hao Yi leaned down to take off the rebel's holographic helmet, and just put it on his head when he heard a rude voice coming from the communication channel.

"Pierre, are you fucking dead? Talk back to Lao Tzu! ”

Haoyi was shocked again, and quickly thought about whether to reply. After hesitating for a moment, listening to the rude voice that seemed to be getting more and more irritable, Haoyi had to bite the bullet, pinched his nose, and replied angrily: "Head, it'll be fine right away!" ”

"You're a shit, the sound of shitting has changed? Damn it, hurry up and finish pulling it and get back to Lao Tzu! The rebel on the other end of the communication channel didn't seem to care too much about the sound in the headset, and with a big curse, he cut off the communication.

"Huh......" Haoyi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, let out a long breath, and secretly said "It's dangerous", and hurriedly ran towards the mecha.

At this moment in that valley, the rebel firing squad had shot thirty or forty expeditionary prisoners. The reason why the rebels wanted to set up a special criminal squad instead of shooting and killing these prisoners in a swarm was a particular thing. Since the invention of human warfare, there has been a saying since ancient times that prisoners of war cannot be easily killed on the battlefield, otherwise they will suffer retribution, which is the so-called "unknown killing".

As if it were an ancient mantra, no matter what kind of war, no matter how hostile shili, no matter how much blood flowed, it would generally try to avoid killing prisoners. If you really have to do it or the commander has a hot head, if you want to kill and surrender, a special criminal team will be set up. The executioners usually wore red markers, veiled their faces, or had some priests and other monks perform some rituals beforehand, hoping to escape the punishment of the ancient spell.

Right now, the rebels in the valley have a specially selected ten-man firing squad, each with a ring of bright red cloth on their arm armor, and even a layer of red cloth wrapped around the rifle grip. As a result, the rebels were able to shoot only ten prisoners at a time, and the rest were held in an open field by the remaining forty or so marines. The captives were blindfolded by a thick black cloth, their hands tied behind their backs, and they were huddled together in a chaotic manner.

After hearing the first few rounds of gunfire, the captives began to stir faintly, apparently knowing what awaited them. However, under the pressure of the forty or so Marines in heavy armor, the captives could only shout and wail in vain. A few of the able-bodied captives tried to rush out, but were knocked to the ground by two or three rebel marines, and they were punched and kicked.

"Bang bang bang!" As if to demonstrate, a mech roaming around the captives raised its hand to reveal several powerful Punisher grenades, exploding around the valley. The violent blast wave blew in, and only then did the commotion of the captives cease for a moment.

"Da Da Da!" When Hao Yi drove the snatched mecha over the high ground, another round of gunfire rang out, and a row of expeditionary prisoners fell straight to the pool of blood.

"it!" Seeing the unarmed comrades, who died tragically under the guns of the rebels, Haoyi's eyes flashed red, and he gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Pierre, why the fuck are you still in the mountains? Haven't finished pooping yet? Get out of here! Damn, these dogs are messing around, and Lao Tzu just blasted them into meat scraps! A rude roar came from Haoyi's headset.

Hao Yi stared at the rebel mecha that was wielding a steel cannon in the distance, showing off his might, and his eyes narrowed into a slit, and a cold light suddenly flashed.