“F*ck you！ This is a dead-end slope! "After a great deal of effort to blow up a large barricade that stood in the way and clear the natives, Big Tom found that at the end of the road that the snipers had pointed out to them was a dead-end slope with a drop of seven or eight meters.

Machetes, pikes, rifles, bolt-action rifles, this . The S rookie detachment even encountered a small cannon that fired solid shells, and if it weren't for the fact that S2 had been hovering at low altitude, they might have had to come to a corner with this cannon and encounter a love collision.

These outdated equipment are neither organized nor tactical, and will only frantically attack the local natives who enter the slums and outsiders. S rookies can beat them out, but in this complex terrain that is extremely unfriendly to them, they can only fall into a bitter battle with a lot of ammunition.

The natives, who had been instigated to come from all directions, did not even have a unified command, and of course there was no tactic to speak of. The natives had no strategic points to defend, and their attacks were irregular, and they simply poured into wherever they whimpered.

The best strategy for dealing with this mindless suicidal charge is undoubtedly to occupy the favorable terrain and then use the repeating weapons in their hands to teach them how to behave, as long as they build a network of crossfire, those natives, no matter what they are encouraged, will eventually succumb to the metal storm of the twenty-first century.

However, this one. Although the snipers on S2 had limited information from their gestures, it was not difficult for Bridge to tell that the Spanish rebels trapped in the cabin would not last long, and he could only lead people to tear down the walls and houses to the wooden house where the pilot was trapped.

"Holy! Cover me, this damn rifle is stuck again! "A. The rookie screamed and got out of his position and returned to the bunker.

Soon a teammate who was providing fire support in the formation filled the place of the soldier with the rifle jammed, and Bridge frowned as he looked at the few members of the team who were tinkering with the L85 stockless assault rifle behind the cover, and his heart was like 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping by.

Originally, he thought that the reliability of the L85A2 would be so much better than that of the L85A1, but the reality of the slap in the face suggested that he might as well equip these rookies with the M4 and HK416 that they had not fiddled with.

"Where the hell is S1? Is it going to take a whole day to kill that idiot Governor Blind? Bridge said anxiously as he looked at his watch.

After dismantling the Spaniards' batteries and fighting for hours in this ghetto, Bridge saw that the faces of his rookies were exhausted.

Bridge had little confidence in relying on these rookies who had merely passed the basics to rush to the cabin before the Spanish rebels were overwhelmed by the natives. He can only hope for S1 to enter the game in time with those .S old birds.

"Alright, gentlemen, the Great Song people will soon be in control of the situation and hold the line! There is no way we can be defeated by these monkeys! Despite his hoarse shouting, Gonzalez still did not forget to give more than half of the rebel soldiers killed and wounded.

In fact, if it weren't for the Snipers on S2 who gave the Spanish rebels the necessary fire support in time, they would have been chopped alive by the natives an hour earlier.

However, the Grayback's hovering low-altitude sniper's output only gave Gonzalez a chance to breathe, and the modern war machine did not deter the natives in the slums in a state of madness.

"Sir, you'd better go and see the disgusting stuff boiling in that cauldron in this room!" A rookie. Team S points to a room that they have just demolished with mud walls.

This thatched mud-walled house, which is only about a dozen square meters, has no windows, and even during the day, it is lit by candles. The candles that shone with dim flames were all fixed to the white bones - cow skulls, sheep skulls, and even human skulls!

The cauldron in the rookie's mouth was placed in the center of the room, and it was a large iron pot with a diameter of about one meter and a height of about half a meter.

Underneath the pot was the embers of a firewood still burning, and half of the pot was bubbling with a dark green liquid, apparently someone had "saved" the disgusting soup in the pot before they arrived.

Despite the half-torn down walls and burning candles in the room, the dim light made it impossible for Bridge to see the full contents of the iron pot.

"Sir, you'd better plug your nose and mouth with a mask, I feel something doesn't smell right." One of the people who participated in the demolition operation just now. Team S said to Bridge, who was using a flashlight to get closer.

Even though the mask was drawn, Bridge could still smell the sweet scent coming from the iron pot. He used the wooden stick handed by the team to pestle the contents of the pot, and found that in addition to many unknown plant roots, leaves, and fruits, there were many "parts" belonging to different creatures, and judging by the golden hair of one of the things, it should have come from some part of the body of some unlucky white man.

"Gross! I'm Cao Nima, what an international joke! Are these slums inhabited by cannibals or voodoo people!? "A probe into the pot to look at the rookie. S couldn't help but retch.

“F*ck！ I said that these natives are not even afraid of machine guns and helicopters, and their feelings are all drugged! Bridge cursed.

It was clear that the pot was boiling some kind of plants with hallucinogenic effects, and the crazy natives outside who were still fearlessly rushing towards them after being strafed by the machine guns must have poured this dark green soup into it.

Perhaps there were many of these large iron pots set up in other corners of the slum, and groups of natives with weapons in hand were gathering around some masked madman, waiting for him to distribute the disgusting soup to himself after he had danced the great god.

After drinking these herbal juices with hallucinogenic effects, those natives must feel that the whole world is their own, where are they afraid of machine guns and helicopters, even if you meow an aircraft carrier over, he is afraid that he will dare to pee on it!

. The soldiers of the S squad became more and more tired the more they beat people, and the less ammunition they fought, but the natives who drank the herbal juice became more and more excited, and this situation was really not good!

"Sir, S1 has appeared!" Finally the one with those. The "Grayback Falcon" of the old bird appeared in the sky.

Bridge had the S1 signal to stop the operation as they were about to absolute, and although the tired rookies did need to take the help of the old birds to slow down, the Spanish rebels on the other side of the cabin had reached the point where they were about to GG without reinforcements.

"Finch, take Lin, take control of the right flank right now, and drive those damned natives down that slope." Blind had just slid down the rope and started yelling.

"Hey, we're allies, we're coming." Then Blind shouted at the cabin.

"Come in quickly, there's only that bullet left for you in Lao Tzu's pistol!" The co-pilot of the Ka-27 replied weakly.

After a while, Blind and the medics walked into the beaten and leaky cabin, and saw the pilot lying behind a temporary bunker formed by a wooden table that had been lowered, and his chest was still undulating. The co-pilot crouched behind a window, his right hand shaking with excitement.

"Hey, hey, man, muzzle down." Blind cautiously approached the co-pilot as he spoke, genuinely worried that the two-knife pilot would pull the trigger as soon as he was excited.

"What unit are you from? Why haven't I seen you before? The co-pilot had a lot of friends in Dongwanlu, but he was sure he had never seen Blind's white skin.

"We've just been teleported. S-Squad. Blind said.

"Grass mud horse, finally there is such a teleportation that is reliable! Uh, that, our communication has been interrupted again, is it the signal blocked by the 'director team' again? The co-pilot said.

"Yes, it will take 24 hours for the radio shield to be lifted from the time we teleport arrives at the destination." Blind replied.

", 24 hours? Hey, it doesn't matter, anyway, even if the communication is restored, we can't count on air support, and the ground crew will not be able to check out the back doors left by the 'director team' on the plane within 24 hours. The co-pilot uttered the rough guesses.

"The back door? What backdoor? The Ka-27 fell purely because of a mistake by the brother lying there, well, we can clearly see it in the edited version of the 57th episode of "Battlefield Reality Show"! Blind said.