The jeep sent for investigation came back soon. Although the jeep was not very combat-ready, its mobility in the desert was not as good as it could be.

"How is it?" Rhode climbed out of the MS cockpit and asked a few steps forward.

"It's a ZAFT army's material warehouse. I saw at least 20 soldiers garrisoned, and there were two GINNs at the gate." The scout reported briefly.

"Didn't you be found?"

"We started walking there from 2 kilometers away from the material base." The scouts replied confidently. They have been active on the battlefield for several years, and this kind of close-in reconnaissance is simply common.

Didu Ophelis was also nervous when he heard that there was a ZAFT base crossing on his way to retreat, so he opened his mouth and asked Rhode: "What should I do, sir? I suggest going around directly."

He came from the Atlantic Federal Air Force and was still very uncomfortable on the ground battlefield, or he did not have the hard nerves like old mercenaries like Rhodes.

Rhode glanced at the young man with purple-black hair and said in a deep voice: "Kill him directly, if you go around, you will inevitably encounter the ZAFT army's guards, and you are enjoying victory as these coordinators..." He waved his fists heavily, "Let's teach them the rules of the battlefield."

In fact, Rhode knew that behind this battlefield was just a group of logistics troops, and these young soldiers in their teenagers in their twenties were just a proud and could teach these guys a lesson and exude the anger in their hearts.

"What if I can't eat it all at once?" Didu asked unwillingly.

"You will know the result after a while." Rhode sneered. He was 90% sure he could take down this material warehouse.

The regiment commander had issued an order, and the officers were not at ease. Rodra whispered over Klose, and the latter immediately selected 20 combat team members from the infantry team. These infantry were doing nothing in the battle and had already been grinding their fists and palms.

They are all old soldiers and have a very high enthusiasm for fighting, otherwise they would not have stayed here after making so much money.

Rhodes was very satisfied that his subordinates still maintained their high fighting spirit. He glanced slightly and said in a plain tone: "You were completely spectators from beginning to end in that battle just now. Are you... willing?"

"No!"

"I want to kick the ass of those kids in ZAFT."

"Haha, without MS, I can kill them with one hand."

The group of soldiers below laughed and scolded, and exhaled their previous suffocation. Although the infantry had withdrawn from the stage of history after the appearance of MS, these soldiers who had been carrying guns and fighting since they were young were not eliminated as quickly as they were.

"Very good, there are opportunities for you to perform ahead. There are dozens of ZAFT troops who are slacking off in defense, and even the MS pilots are chatting and spanking. Tell me, can you kill them?" Rhodes felt like he was going to release a group of hungry wolves.

"Of course!!" The answer this time was very consistent. Maybe they couldn't do it when they opened MS, but each of them was the level of instructors in individual special operations.

"Well, you have 5 minutes to prepare and then set out at the standard equipment of desert special operations!"

"Yes!!" In unison, a group of men began to load various killing weapons on their bodies with red eyes.

Leilo Sheffield is an ordinary ZAFT Army MS pilot. Like many coordinators, he has a handsome face and an IQ far higher than a natural person since he was born. He is also like his own compatriots. In his heart, he is jealous and despised natural persons. After the blood-stained Valentine's Day, this contempt has become a kind of hatred. Therefore, this 18-year-old young man joined the army without hesitation. The Battle of Alaman is the first battle that young people have longed for for a long time.

Unfortunately, when he came from Katapania by boat, the Battle of Alama was over, and he had to be assigned to the rear guard with his teammates, which was simply unforgivable in the eyes of the young man.

"You said that natural people can't help but fight? They were all done in one night. I have been waiting for so long for nothing. I thought they should have realized it if they dared to fire nuclear bombs. It really disappointed me." Lei Luo leaned on his cold legs and complained to his colleague carrying a rifle on the side.

"You are pretty good. For example, we can only carry these rags and blow the wind behind us." The sentry looked even more resentful. They had no chance to perform at all. They guarded here? What else can they see besides the yellow sand all over their eyes?

"Haha, there will be a chance. Our coordinator can attack as long as the organism is organisms, but don't want those stupid natural persons." Lei Luo patted his colleagues on the shoulders and comforted him. He was an absolute hardliner among the coordinator and would not miss any opportunity to despise natural persons.

The boy looked at the desolate sand dunes in the distance, stretched lazily, blinked his mouth, but heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground beside him. He turned his head and looked at it like a nerve reflex, but his soul was scattered.

The soldier carrying the gun had fallen to the ground, his head had been cut off, and a lot of red and white liquid was dyeing the yellow sand under him red.

I have to say that the coordinator responded very quickly. After training, Lei Luo realized in an instant that he was attacked and wanted to hide in the bunker aside with a quick step. But he felt that his body slowed down, and his big hands had already covered his mouth, and a sharp pain came from his neck. When he fell to the ground, he could no longer make any sound.

He turned his head desperately to look behind, but saw a handsome man wearing a desert cover suit with cold brown hair staring at him, and there was no trace of emotion, no hatred, and no pride in his eyes, as if he was killing a pig or dog.

"Gate Clear." Rhode said softly to the communicator, then looked at the corpse under his feet. His knife had cut off the trachea of ​​the ZAFT pilot. His life, which was still alive a few minutes ago, fell under his feet in an instant. He turned his head and sneaked into the base like a ghost, and began to hunt down his next prey. Behind him, more than a dozen mercenaries also in desert cover suits sneaked in quickly.

And all ZAFT soldiers outside have been wiped out by snipers hiding above the dunes.

Rhode passed a corner with a dagger and met the patrolman who happened to come out of the house. The latter was stunned and his mouth that had just opened was closed forever - a sharp dagger had been inserted into his chest.

"Full staff, search quickly, and then clear all soldiers." Rhodes gave the order.

"Yes!" the mercenaries responded, and then spread out into each room to search for survivors.

After the dull gunshots of sound-silence weapons, the ZAFT soldiers scattered in various rooms fell to the ground without knowing that they would be killed suddenly.

Five minutes later, the mercenaries returned to the wilderness in the center of the material base, and the killing stopped in a short time. Without deafening artillery and the heavy footsteps of MS, the mercenary group simply used the two simplest weapons: rifles and daggers to clear dozens of ZAFT soldiers here.
Chapter completed!