After the battle, the battlefield looked extremely deserted, and the environment in the dark night was extremely peaceful. The roads, withered grass, sand and gravel, everything was so ordinary. It was hard to tell that there was anything special about Africa.
The start was unfavorable, the intelligence was not clear enough, and the guide died first. The advance team could only do their own thing, and everyone had their own things to do. Qin Ming's job was to pack up four armed pickup trucks, which was the last thing that Master Chief Richard trusted.
And to get rid of it.
Each of the four pickup trucks had different postures. Some hit trees, some rolled over, and some honked wildly. Qin Ming held a rifle and wore night vision goggles. He first found the pickup truck honking. There was a body lying on the car seat.
Holding the steering wheel, he reached out and pulled the body out, and the sound disappeared.
The corpse that fell to the ground had been shot in the chest, and the driver's seat was covered in blood. Qin Ming dug out two magazines and a pistol from the corpse, but there was nothing else.
"Poor guy." Qin Ming cursed and continued to search for corpses. The advance team's ammunition was limited and could not last long without replenishment through seizures. Although the legion commander said he would be here soon, it would only be four or five days later at the earliest.
The corpse was mixed with stench and blood, which was disgusting. Qin Ming searched the cab and then rummaged through the carriage. There was a 14.5 mm caliber Soviet-style heavy machine gun mounted on the carriage, but the ammunition box was empty.
bullet.
"Fuck, you're scaring people." Qin Ming wanted to find the body of the machine gun operator, but there was only a pool of blood in the carriage. The body... was thrown more than ten meters away. He jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the body, but suddenly
I heard a rustling sound coming from the roadside.
Stopping for a moment, Qin Ming quickly and silently moved his position, and pointed the muzzle of his gun in the direction of the sound. There was a pile of dead grass over there.
Angola has a savanna climate, which is normally hot and humid, with abundant rainfall in the northeastern region. The weeds beside the road are extremely dense. Although they have been ravaged by nuclear winter, the grass seeds buried in the soil have grown again.
"Little guy, do you want help?" A voice came from the earphones. It should be the shooter led by Sergeant Major Richard. "There is a mouse hiding next to you. The captain asked us to take care of you, a little baby."
The shooter had moved to the roof of the airport terminal and was responsible for monitoring the overall situation. He obviously saw movement around Qin Ming. But Qin Ming refused without hesitation: "No need, I can deal with it myself."
Although this was not the first time he had killed someone, he had killed refugees who were not a threat in the past. Qin Ming knew very well that what he was encountering now was probably a soldier who had been fighting in Africa for a long time. This kind of person was cunning and experienced.
There are often some unique skills.
Now he has to judge whether the sound he just made is a trap? There is no doubt that veteran Youzi is very good at this kind of trap. Thinking that he made a lot of noise during the search just now, Qin Ming thinks that his position has been exposed
, so he continued to move silently.
He bent down and left the road. With the help of the field of view provided by the night vision device, Qin Ming tried to detour with an AK-47M. But less than ten meters out, he suddenly stepped on the air and heard a bent twig on the side of the road sweeping towards him.
, a dagger was tied to a branch and stabbed into his thigh.
It was a trampling trap that used the elasticity of branches to create lethality. Qin Ming had no way to avoid it, so he could only tilt his body and fall down, his thighs still feeling cold. He just cursed in his heart, when he suddenly saw a dark figure emerging from the grass behind the branches.
figure.
Qin Ming had a clever idea in his mind, and without much thought, he pointed his gun at him and swept away the gun. Amidst the sudden gunshots, the opponent just lowered his head to dodge and continued to charge towards him, as if he wanted to capture him.
Damn it... Qin Ming felt that he was knocked down and his gun was grabbed tightly. The enemy tried to press him to the ground immediately and control him. But at least he was eating well and exercising recently.
, although he is not yet an adult, his strength is not much different than that of his opponent.
The enemy kept shouting in a low voice, with a foul breath like a hyena, and he had a dagger in his hand that he wanted to press on Qin Ming's neck. During the stalemate between the two sides, Qin Ming could clearly feel the sharp blade scratching his neck.
But - the threat of death is so strong!
Ah... Qin Ming's mind went blank. He just wanted to push away this enemy who would kill him. He let out a childish roar from his throat, and finally made the blade retreat a little. But the enemy was also using all his strength.
Press the blade up again.
After going back and forth two or three times, Qin Ming was almost exhausted when he heard his adoptive father's dissatisfied roar coming from the radio, "That's enough, Harris. Don't look away. I didn't bring this kid to the battlefield to watch him die."
Hearing these words, Qin Ming felt that the enemy he was pressing on was violently overthrown. He quickly turned over, knelt on the ground and coughed loudly. Tears and saliva came out, and there was a bloody taste of rust in his mouth.
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Looking up again, Qin Ming found that almost all the people from the advance team had appeared. Old Harris was stepping on a black man in ragged clothes. Judging from the man's skinny arms, it was obvious that he had been hungry for a long time.
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Damn it, I was almost killed by such an enemy.
Mr. Qin had a tigerish expression and said nothing. Zhang Hong came over and reached out to pull out the dagger from Qin Ming's thigh. Then he quickly debrided the wound with his hands and feet. Finally, he took out a 'therapeutic needle' and inserted it into Qin Ming, "This
I want to wait until you make some achievements before giving you a reward, but now it seems I can only pay it in advance."
There was no feeling when the dagger was inserted, but it hurt a lot when it was pulled out. However, the top-notch 'therapeutic needle' made by 'Second Brother' Mailang can powerfully restore the injury.
The bleeding from Qin Ming's wound was stopped quickly, and he felt numbness and itching after being bandaged. He knew that his injury would be completely healed within two or three days, and even the scars on his face would be greatly improved.
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Qin Ming stood up lamely. Old Harris was kicking the prisoner in the face with his feet, causing the prisoner to scream in agony because the prisoner didn't speak. He thought about the feeling of death when he had a sharp knife pressed down his throat, and suddenly said:
"Stop torturing him. If he can't understand, just kill him."
"No, no, I can understand what you are saying. Give me a bite to eat and I will tell you everything." The skinny prisoner lost his fierceness and knelt down and begged loudly.
Sergeant Major Richard stepped forward and shouted with a cold face: "Boy, do you know those mistakes you made?"
Qin Ming was a little afraid of the sergeant chief who always had a straight face. He stood up straight and shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"First of all, you are too careless. We asked you to rummage through the corpses, but you are as easy as running to the supermarket to shop. Secondly, you are too careless. The shooter has reminded you, but you are still too careless in observing the surroundings. Finally, you are not ruthless enough.
Why don't you use your arms to block the dagger?"
The Master Chief's series of reprimands made Qin Ming completely stunned. He murmured: "Block with your arms? My arms will be cut off."
"Between losing a hand and a life, do you choose not to live? Or are you worried that we can't heal your hand?" Sergeant Major Richard reached out and grabbed the wound on Qin Ming's thigh, which had just been bandaged.
The pain in the wound suddenly became unbearable.
Qin Ming, who was screaming, was finally greeted by the shooter's smiling face, "Baby, are you going to cry? You'd better go home, this is not a place for rookies."
Qin Ming, who was in so much pain that he was about to shed tears, immediately restrained his tears and shouted stubbornly: "No, even if I am a rookie, I will stay."
A group of people in the advance team burst into laughter, obviously they really regarded Qin Ming as a child. This made Qin Ming even more angry. He held back his anger and said: "You don't need to laugh so loudly, I will become an outstanding student."