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Chapter 6212 Valley of Despair

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    Beerbom covered the wound on his face, tears of pain burst out, and he screamed loudly while lying on the ground covering his face.

    After a while, after the explosions in the valley completely stopped, Beerbom covered his face and struggled to sit up. Two of his soldiers rushed over to help him.

    Beerbom touched his face. The cheekbones were torn apart by the debris. It was estimated that even the cheekbones might have been fractured. He hissed and gasped in pain.  "Damn it! Get away! Don't help me!"

    Beerbom staggered to his feet, and with the help of the flashlight fired by Tuareg militants outside the valley, he looked down at his hands, which were covered in blood.

    He could still feel the wound on his face. At this time, blood was still pouring out, flowing down his cheek and into his neck, and then soaked his collar.

    At this time, there were only fifty or sixty healthy Tuareg militants left outside the valley. When they set off from the camp, the two companies were basically full.

    Including the dozen Tuareg militants brought by Beerbom from the headquarters, there were more than 260 Tuareg militants when they set off.

    Excluding the nearly twenty Tuareg militants who were ordered by Beerbohm to temporarily form a containment group, as well as a small number of Tuareg militants who were casualties due to traps or booby traps on the way, they are in the valley. So far,  More than 140 Tuareg militants have been killed or injured.

    The remaining Tuareg militants in this company have been completely disabled by now. Although the entire army has not been wiped out, the remaining strength is only a small team.

    Such a tragic result made the remaining Tuareg militants frightened. They simply could not imagine that such a result was caused by just a Malian army and mercenaries.

    While they were fearful, they also felt the anger of leaving. They felt that they had never been so humiliated before. In their own eyes, they, the Tuareg people, were warriors who roamed the desert and could not have been defeated so miserably.  No one can insult them like that.

    So the remaining Tuareg militants picked up their weapons and screamed at Beerbom, wanting to rush into the valley to catch those damn Malians and kill them all.

    By this time, Beerbom felt that things were beyond his expectation. At this point, he had to find out whether the Malians were still in the valley.

    And he also felt that now that the explosives planted by the enemy in the valley had been detonated, it would be safe to enter the valley next, so he immediately led his team in person and led the remaining Tuareg militants towards the valley.  After entering, this time he even ordered the lighting of torches and turned on the limited number of flashlights for lighting.

    The last group of fifty or sixty Tuareg militants, led by Beerbom, rushed into the valley.  The valley was in a mess, with collapsed rocks everywhere, the bodies of Tuareg militants lying in random directions, and a few wounded who were still alive.

    Several Tuareg militants who had been injured by smashing or bombings were lying on the ground screaming. After seeing their own people coming in, they struggled to reach out to their own people and cried for help.

    Immediately, some Tuareg militants rushed forward and began to rescue the wounded. They pushed away the gravel on their bodies and pushed them away from the gravel. It was so miserable that almost all the bones in their bodies were broken in many places.

    As soon as an injured Tuareg militant was pulled out, other Tuareg militants saw that most of his ribs were almost broken. After a while, they watched him die with their eyes, so they were a little worried.  The Tuareg militants couldn't stand it and burst into tears.

    They have never experienced such a tragic defeat. Since entering Mali, they have been making great progress and have never experienced such a disastrous defeat. But today, at the end of the day, the two companies actually lost as many as a hundred people here.

    Today they witnessed with their own eyes that one by one their colleagues entered this desperate valley, and then quickly turned into corpses. After watching some of their colleagues being injured, they were unable to rescue them and could only watch helplessly.  Let them die slowly.

    They used to do this kind of thing during wars, but today they changed positions and it was Malian soldiers who were killing them.  This psychological gap is so huge that they cannot accept it at all, and Beerbom cannot accept it either. He has already suffered a tragic defeat in front of these Malian soldiers, but now he has experienced this kind of misery again.

    Beerbom looked at the corpses of Areg militants all over the place, his whole body was shaking, and he was holding the Arabian scimitar at his waist.Only after they rounded this bend could they see the deepest part of the valley. After scanning the bend with a flashlight and confirming that there was no enemy ambush, they continued walking towards the valley cautiously.

    This time, the local guide was rushed to the front by Beerbohm to lead the way. The local guide almost wet his pants with fear. He wanted to quit, but looking at Beerbohm's extremely ferocious face and his tight  Holding the hand on the handle of the machete, he knew very well that as long as he said the word "no", today's Tuareg militant officer named Beerbom would immediately chop him with a knife.

    So even though he was scared to death, he didn't dare not go, so he had to take out a revolver issued to him by the Tuareg militants, opened the nose of the plane, and almost crawled.  Little by little, he climbed deeper into the valley.

    The other Tuareg militants followed behind him, also keeping their bodies as low as possible, and kept hopping between the rocks in the valley like rabbits, using the cover of the rocks to block the enemy.  Their bodies always look like they are ready to lie down.

    The local guide slowly climbed all the way to the bend in the valley, clinging to the mountain wall at the bend, cautiously sticking his head forward, taking a panicked look, and then quickly retracted his head.  m

    But there was still silence inside the valley, and no gunshots were heard. The local guide covered his chest, his heartbeat seemed to jump out of his mouth, and he felt as if there were countless guns pointed at him.

    He just stuck his head out to take a look, but it was so dark in the valley that he didn't see anything, so he stuck out his head again, took a look inside, and quickly retracted his head.

    A Tuareg translator who was following him asked him in a low voice: "Did you see anything?"

    The local guide almost burst into tears. He shook his head and replied with a cry: "No! It's very dark inside. I really can't see anything! I'm really scared!"

    The translator of the Tuareg militants would not sympathize with him. He immediately waved to the Tuareg militants behind him and asked for a flashlight. He handed it to the local guide and said to him: "Take a photo with this, carefully."  Look! Is there any enemy ambush!"

    This local guide has now fucked the eight generations of women who are the ancestors of the Tuareg people behind him. He kindly came to act as a guide for them, working tirelessly and taking risks to lead them to hunt down the Tuareg in the jungle.  The enemy of man.

    But these Tuareg people didn't treat him as a human being. They asked him to do the most dangerous things, stepping on thunder and attracting bullets in front of his head. He was pushed to the forefront. If he had known that this was the case, even if he was given another chance,  No matter how much money is made, no matter how many benefits are promised to him, he won¡¯t do it!

    But now there is no regret in the world about selling medicine. Even if it was available, he had no place to buy it, so he cried and begged again and again, saying that he did not dare.

    But from behind, Beerbohm immediately squeezed out a pronunciation from his teeth: "Let's go!"

    As he spoke, he pulled out half of the scimitar.  Under the torch, Beerbohm's scimitar reflected the cold light. The local guide shivered again with fright, so he had no choice but to take the flashlight handed to him by the translator, then took a deep breath and gasped one after another.  After a few sips, he cheered himself up and prayed to all the gods he knew.

    Then he held the ugly Tuareg militants' special flashlight and suddenly reached out, shining the light into the valley. However, he was clever and only stuck out the flashlight, but did not immediately follow it with his head.  go out.

    After waiting for a short while, he stuck his head out. After taking a look, he quickly retracted. The valley was still quiet, there was no sound, and there was no gunshot.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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