After running back to the area controlled by government troops, Qin Anyi found a secluded place to stop, rolled up his trouser legs, and looked at the injuries on his calf, which were considered within the acceptable range.
The bullets of the AK47 are extremely powerful and can even penetrate the body of an ordinary person at close range. However, with Qin Anyi's genetic lock unlocking speed and the current strength of his body, the bullets can only penetrate his muscles.
The nerves and bones were not injured, and the depth of about an inch after entering the flesh was already blocked by the strong muscles.
Qin Anyi took off his shirt, twisted the sleeves into a ball, then bit it with his teeth, then stretched out his hand to open the injured area. The bullet casing in the muscle must be taken out, otherwise it will not only leave hidden injuries, but also affect mobility.
Caused a great impact.
It's just that Qin Anyi didn't prepare any sharp weapons except a thunder god, so if he wanted to take out the bullet, he could only rely on his own fingers!
The pain of tearing apart one's own muscles is extremely unbearable. Ordinary people may even faint from the pain. Excessive pain can make the body weak and lose strength.
It would be better if someone else did it. The only thing he had to do was endure the pain. But now Qin Anyi had to remove the bullet from his calf, which was not that difficult.
Just by opening the wound, Qin Anyi's forehead was already covered with sweat. He was biting the sleeve tightly. Qin Anyi's hands were already so soft that he couldn't control it.
After slowing down a bit and just regaining a little strength, Qin Anyi directly inserted his fingers into the bloody calf wound.
He knew exactly where the bullet was, and with the help of Qilin, he could also know very accurately how much force to use and how far to penetrate his finger.
A bullet was successfully taken out from the calf. Qin Anyi's whole body was soaked with sweat. He rested for four to five minutes before taking out the second shrapnel in the same manner.
The injury was not serious, but it would take at least a day or so to recover. Qin Anyi lamented that these soldiers who had received military training and had gone through the baptism of fire were completely different from the bandit armed forces they had encountered in Thailand.
There were a total of one hundred and twenty soldiers in the four dormitories, and the sneak attack only lasted a few minutes from start to finish, but Qin Anyi did feel physically and mentally exhausted.
Regardless of whether he was mentally exhausted or not, if it was a frontal battlefield rather than a sneak attack, just these more than a hundred soldiers would be enough to kill him...
This gave Qin Anyi a clearer understanding of his own strength. On the plane to Sierra Leone, Qin Anyi didn't take this war mission very seriously.
Judging purely from the data, Sierra Leone's army is really weak to a certain extent. In addition, there are always ten dragon knights in the dragon knights who can subvert the idea of a weak country. Therefore, Qin Anyi has no idea about the Sierra Leone war this time.
It's a bit contemptuous.
But after those few hours of experience in the small rebel camp, Qin Anyi completely corrected his mentality.
Unlocking the genetic lock is not everything. He is just more powerful than ordinary humans, but he is not a god. Even on such a third-rate battlefield, he has no ability to change the situation of the battle when a head-on battle occurs.
He reached out and tapped the acupuncture points on his calf a few times, which quickly stopped the gurgling blood from the wound, and the muscle tissue began to repair the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye.
While Qin Anyi was recovering from his injuries, the entire rebel camp in the Baomahong area was in complete chaos. The intensive gunshots and the roar of the thunder god spread far away, and other scattered camps also heard this.
The movement on the side.
However, when reinforcements sent from other camps arrived at the camp attacked by Qin Anyi, they only saw corpses and blood everywhere.
A total of one hundred and twenty people, no one survived, they were all dead! From hearing the noise in other camps to the arrival of the first wave of reinforcements, there was only a few minutes in total, but none of the reinforcements saw the appearance of the murderer.
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This situation left the reinforcements who came at a loss, so they had no choice but to report back everything they saw.
The rebel station commander who received the feedback from the soldiers stood stunned for a while, then immediately summoned all combat staff and held an emergency meeting overnight.
Wearing clothes, the resident commander sat in the conference room with a frown, looking at the sleepy-looking combat staff in front of him, and at the same time asked for instructions from a white man standing leaning against the wall in the corner of the conference room.
The appearance of a white man among the many black men was a bit unexpected.
"Major Santos, please excuse me. I'm just here to act as a thug and will not interfere with any command of the battle situation." The white man was very young, probably in his twenties, holding a poker in his hand and playing with it casually.
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He spoke politely, but his tone had an indescribable arrogance.
The station commander breathed a sigh of relief, and then detailed the news reported by his soldiers. Several combat staff officers who were still sleepy at first suddenly woke up and looked at each other.
After a while, one of the combat staff whispered: "The gunfire at Camp No. 6 was very sudden, and it did not alert any of the soldiers standing guard beforehand. This shows that there were definitely not many people coming from the other side, otherwise it would not have been possible so quietly."
He lurked in silently and was able to kill an entire camp of one hundred and twenty soldiers in just a few minutes. This kind of thing has happened before..."
"I know...so I want to ask your opinion. If it is indeed the case, how should we deal with it?" the station commander said solemnly.
"You shouldn't have to worry too much. There was one here two years ago, and we killed him in the end." Another staff officer said.
"You only know that we did kill a demon two years ago, but you don't know what price we paid to kill that demon."
The station commander sighed: "The battle and siege lasted for a full month. With the combination of the devil and the government troops, we killed at least two thousand main soldiers. In the end, if it hadn't been for a stray bullet,
If we hit that devil's head, I'm afraid that our two thousand soldiers would have died in vain, and we couldn't keep that devil. That month greatly damaged our vitality. The government forces took the opportunity to recapture three mining areas. Until recently, we were
I recovered completely, but unexpectedly another one came..."
"Interesting... is he a member of the Glory Dragon Rider? Leave this person to me. As long as I kill the Dragon Rider, my mission here should be declared completed in advance, and there is no need to stay in this inhospitable place.
It’s a waste of time.” The young white man in the corner suddenly interrupted.
"It's an honor for us that Mr. Applegarth is willing to take action." The commander of the station was immediately overjoyed. He was the only one in the entire station who knew the true origin of this young white man. For them, the League of Legends is the abode of God!
"Okay, it's settled then." After the young white man finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave the conference room. Suddenly he thought of something, stopped and turned around and said: "By the way, Major Santos, don't send any more messages to my room."
Those black pearls, I have no interest in African women like you. No matter how beautiful they are, they are just inferior races. The noble heirs of the Renault family will not associate with inferior races."