Slave laborers, who were carrying large quantities of food supplies, were driven by the militants to the edge of the graves and gathered on one side to let them visit the 'masterpiece' en masse.

One of the militants smirked and dragged a small man into the pit, then watched as the little man danced and screamed as if he were stepping on coals......

Every time the little man was about to climb up, some militants laughed wildly and drove him down with guns, signaling him to run in the other direction.

The little man was like a frog in a frying pan, and the rotting and slippery corpse under his feet made his spirit break down quickly, but no matter how hard he tried, the militants would not let him go up.

These beast-like creatures, as if they could draw strength from the fear of the little man, kept screaming and drove him to continue his 'hard work', even if he and pee ** God collapsed, they wouldn't let him stop.

It wasn't until the little man seemed to accept his fate and sat down in the middle of the pile of corpses that the golden-toothed man walked to the edge of the pit with a smirk and raised his revolver at the little man......

Just as the golden-toothed man was about to pull the trigger with a sinister smile, a large-caliber bullet hit his wrist.

The hand holding the revolver flew into the air, tumbling and falling to the ground.

The golden-toothed man looked at his bare wrist gushing with blood, and he stared at him for a few seconds before he realized that he should have screamed......

"Ah~"

The surrounding militants reacted to the fact that they had encountered the enemy, and they turned around the pit with their guns in their hands and shot indiscriminately for a while, and then realized that they were wasting bullets.

When the militants were a little overwhelmed, five bullets hit the heads of five unlucky people.

Bullets of different calibers have different effects, but the splatters of brains and blood are real.

When the severed gold tooth roared and motioned for his men to shoot, five more bullets were fired, this time hitting the knees of five people, including the golden-toothed man.

It was still a Super Magnum bullet, this time shattering the gold-toothed man's knee, and the rolled wound revealed the shattered stubble, leaving only a little flesh and skin connected.

As if struck by lightning, the gold tooth sat on the ground trembling and couldn't even reach out to cover the wound, and as soon as he released the wrist of his right hand, a large tuft of blood would spurt out......

By this time, the golden-toothed man had realized that he would not survive, and he clutched the wound on his wrist and let out a desperate roar at the sky......

"Kill ......"

"Bang" hit the bridge of his nose with a third Super Magnum.

The bullet shot straight into his face, then pierced his head to create a fist-sized hole, then flew over the pit and grazed the head of the little man in the pit, striking one of the militants in the thigh opposite......

The golden tooth's body trembled for a moment, then fell limply into the corpse pit, rolling to the side of the little man, his eyes were no longer shaped, and only a few large gold teeth were left to indicate his identity.

The little man sitting in the corpse pit subconsciously kicked off the head of the golden tooth with his foot, and then after being stunned for a moment, he excitedly shouted in Sango: "The god of the jungle has come to save us......

With the yelling of the little man, the morale of the militants was crushed, and just as they wanted to abandon the wounded and flee for their lives, three tall figures stood up from the ground 40 meters away, lifting their camouflage suits and sounding the death knell for the guys with the machine guns in their hands.

Ayew was in the center, with the Chainsaw and Torch carrying 5.45 caliber light machine guns on either side, using dense fire to bypass the silent slave laborers and block the escape routes of the militants.

Immediately after that, the assault fighters who had already been in ambush began to appear, and with accurate shots, they called out the frantic militants who were trying to fight back.

The battle was not difficult at all, and the so-called Boykin rebels were nothing more than a bunch of fanatical lunatics who had not even received serious military training, and the only thing that could be commended was their cruelty.

But when facing special forces, it is useless to be cruel to others, you have to be cruel enough to yourself, so that it is possible to fight for survival by relying on the spirit of not being afraid of death.

It's a pity that those who are cruel to others are often soft eggs when it comes to the critical moment.

The only difficulty of Joga's raid is to destroy the morale of these soft eggs, let the word 'escape' invade their brains, make them completely lose the ability to think, so that these soft eggs can't even raise the courage to fight back, so that they can easily take down dozens of people.

Otherwise, if they gather and assault in one direction, maybe they will actually let a few of them run away.

Four snipers plus Joga, five people did a very good job.

First, they injured the Golden Fang, let them subconsciously fight back to empty the magazine in the gun, then used death to tell them that it was useless to fight back, and then warned them with a 'scream', and finally the tragic death of the Golden Fang, and the fear of not seeing the enemy, became the last straw that crushed them.

'Harvesting' is not difficult, as long as you pay attention to the slaves who want to huddle together like paper men, shooting the militants is the easiest step.

Big Nose and Ginger Head pressed the bald Braune's neck as soon as the battle took place, leading him outward.

Because they had been on the outskirts of the line, they rushed into the jungle just seconds after the gunshots rang out, trying to get back to the river and try to get out of this unfortunate place in a rubber boat.

Counterattack? Inexistent!

They are all old mercenaries who have accumulated years, and they know what to do to survive as much as possible in the situation where they have obviously been ambushed just now.

Brayne didn't react to what was happening at all, after running for dozens of meters, he broke away from the big nose's hand, and when he was about to scold twice, he saw three ghost-like figures appear behind the big nose and ginger head......

Ginger Head saw fear in Bruyne's eyes, and he instantly raised his gun and turned to pull the trigger, but the three ghostly guys were faster than him.

The moment he finished turning, the butt of the rifle caught his head.

There was a muffled "bang", and before ginger fainted, he saw that Big Nose and Braynay were also knocked down.

Probably guessing his fate, Jiang Tou tried to muster up his last will and tried to raise his hand and raised his middle finger at the 'poisonous scorpion', trying to provoke him to kill himself, but his hand was only halfway raised, and he completely lost consciousness.

…………

When Braynay awoke, he found his hands held high, tied to the thick branches of a large tree with paracords, his feet only on the ground, and the slightest relaxation of his wrists would cause a tearing pain.

The ginger head and the big nose were tied to his left and right sides, and the three were treated the same, but Brayne saw the desperate expressions on the faces of the two mercenaries.

"Ah~"

A scream woke up Brayne completely!

His eyes widened as he looked not far ahead, a South Asian with jungle camouflage on his face, who had peeled off the face of one of Boykin's men with a dagger......

The brutal methods, the brutal movements, the terrible screams of the unlucky ghost, and the terrifying appearance after losing his face, made the few Boygin's men who were tied to the ground around him frightening their and urine, writhing like fat silkworms and letting out meaningless wails.

Like an assembly line worker, the Sri Lankan 'Poison Wolf' threw his torn face into the grave, then stabbed the unlucky man with a dagger on each of the limbs of the unhuman, then stuffed mud in his skull's mouth and kicked him into the grave.

The unfortunate ghost was still alive when he rolled into the grave to be with his accomplices.

Unfortunately, he couldn't make any sound at this moment, and could only squirm in the pile of corpses, desperately hitting any hard place with his head.

He had been frightened out of his mind, and death was the only way for him to ease his pain and fear.

Brayne just glanced at the scene in the corpse pit, and was frightened to wet his pants.

He'd been here twice, but in the past it was full of slave laborers, all of whom weren't human objects in his eyes, so he just felt disgusting in the past, but as long as he didn't eat greasy things before coming, he felt pretty good.

But this time it was different, Golden Fang and most of his men were lying inside, some of them were not yet dead, they were squirming and struggling in the foul-smelling pile of corpses, letting out silent screams for a quick death, which quickly broke down Bruyne's psychological defenses, making him let out a terrible scream as if he were empathetic.

The ruthless 'poisonous wolf' dragged a militant and was concocting torture and questioning as he could.

Hearing Bruyne's roar, he glanced up, then looked down expressionlessly and tugged at the militant's neck, reaching out and making a few gestures on a bloodstained hand-drawn map.

There is no need for translation at all, everyone who died before is filling the gap on the hand-drawn map for the 'poisonous wolf', and anyone who can't give constructive advice will be stripped of their faces and thrown into the corpse pit.

Honestly explain what you know, maybe you can exchange it for a pleasure.

The militant knew that he was going to die, but he didn't want to die too painfully, so he looked like a student approaching the college entrance examination, staring at the hand-drawn map on the ground, and after looking at it for a long time, he seemed to find something, and then lay on the ground, yelling and clicking desperately on a location with his chin......

The 'poisonous wolf' couldn't understand what the guy was saying, but Kaman next to him could understand it.

The old guy nodded slightly, indicating that what the guy said should be true, and there was a path leading to the camp upstream of Boygin's camp.

Seeing that the 'poisonous wolf' decisively cut the neck of the unlucky ghost and pushed him into the corpse pit, when the 'poisonous wolf' still wanted to continue, Kaman shook his head and said: "It's almost, these white ghosts are awake, kill those guys, and let the boss come over." ”

Bruyne looked at Carman's dim eyes, and he only felt that his scalp was tingling, like a small animal meeting a natural predator.

The bald man let out a piercing scream like a duck pinched by the throat......

"Don't come here~"

Then he looked at the silent big nose and ginger head beside him, and shouted: "Think of a way, think of a way......"

The big nose covered in blood grinned sarcastically and said, "We are dead!" ”

Bruyne listened to the collapse and shouted: "Don't be like this, don't be like this, think of a way, think of a way......"

The big nose shook his head and said, "You guess it's a little useful, if you can hold on, you can live a little longer."

If they are the first to ask you, remember to hold on, the longer you hold on, the longer we will live. ”

Brayne watched Carman and the 'poisonous wolf' look at him, he shook his body vigorously, and shouted loudly at the big nose that 'betrayed' him: "And then~"

The ginger head next to him looked at a few figures walking in the distance, and he said in a hoarse voice: "If you can't stand it, you will recruit, and if you do, you will die!"

I shouldn't have suppressed myself before, I should have killed you directly, or else ......"