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Chapter 6247 Friendly forces converge

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    Chapter 6247 Friendly forces converge

    Some of the shot militants fell to the ground, wailing in pain and rolling on the ground, but no one showed mercy to them, and then countless bullets hit them.

    These militants were covered in a mist of blood, twitching and falling to the ground as if they were dancing, and were eventually shot to death on the spot one by one.

    "Cease fire! Cease fire!" After Lin Rui fired a bunch of bullets, he put in a new magazine and raised his hand and shouted.  The rest of the men were eager to kill, and they continued to empty all the bullets in the gun chamber without hesitation. Then they stopped shooting, and while quickly changing the magazine or replenishing the magazine, they began to disperse quickly.  Clear the battlefield.

    Anyway, Lin Rui has obtained enough information now, and he is too lazy to leave any survivors, so since he does not ask to be left alive, the other members of the mercenary team naturally are too lazy to leave any survivors.

    For their own safety, when clearing the battlefield, as long as they find militants lying on the ground, regardless of whether they are dead or alive, they will pull out their pistols and shoot them in the head again, directly opening their heads and leaving them unable to die.  Until you die.

    After the battle, the sound of pistols continued to ring out in the stronghold for a while. Several Malian soldiers were even more ruthless. They took a gun and went around looking for living wounded militants to refill.

    With one shot, the brains of the wounded militants lying on the ground will immediately explode into a ball of blood mist, just like a smashed watermelon, with red and white splattering everywhere, and the entire head will be blasted into slag, including the weapons.  No one fucking could recognize him as her son anymore.

    These black soldiers were refilling their rifles in a perverted manner, which made other people stay away and feel terrified. One soldier muttered, "Does this bastard make the refills so disgusting?"

    Another Malian soldier chuckled and said: "It's okay! Let him go! He has been holding back the death of our brother for a long time! He won't be able to get out of it without killing a few more militants!"

    Watching the black soldiers blasting the heads of the militants one by one, some soldiers had nothing to do.

    So Lincoln sat down and took out a cigarette, lit one, took a deep breath, and suddenly laughed: "Grandma, it was really fun to kill today! These son-of-a-bitch militants are still rampant when they encounter us.  Can¡¯t get up!¡±

    Lin Rui kicked the enemy lieutenant squad leader who was lying on the ground. He saw that this guy had holes all over his body and half of his face was broken by bullets. It was really disgusting that he died.

    So he kicked the scimitar in the corpse's hand aside with his feet, bent down to pick it up, looked up and down, nodded with satisfaction, found the scabbard again, put the knife away and turned around and threw it to Ke  Khan held it for him.

    Then he pinched his waist and shouted: "You guys, it's almost done! Don't make it so damn disgusting! Our brothers will come over later and we have to clean up the battlefield. Can you help hold this rotten meat with your hands?"

    OK OK!  Lincoln, take someone to get our backpacks.  Khan, please lead people to collect weapons and ammunition and count the inventory of militants!

    Hobson, take the commando team to guard!  Zheng Cheng, get a piece of white cloth and go to the opposite side to contact our brothers and ask them to come over and take over the position!

    "This place is a fucking mess. I guess the militants have spread the news, and the militants behind may be here soon!"

    Don¡¯t be idle, quickly rearrange the position and put the machine guns over here!  Hurry!  "

    After shouting, everyone got up again and began to work.  Lincoln took some people to the place where they started, and carried back all the backpacks and other belongings left behind. Eric also ran over with the sniper team.

    They rebuilt their positions along the river valley.  They collected a bunch of captured enemy light machine guns and set them up in the direction of the river valley. Boxes of ammunition were also moved next to the machine guns.

    "It's a pity that the heavy machine gun of the militants was damaged by the rocket launcher and could only be overturned and thrown aside. Everyone started moving happily.

    Only Lin Rui found a clean place to sit down, stretched out his legs, and leaned comfortably on the sandbag. He took off his helmet and touched the place where the shrapnel hit. A dent appeared on the helmet.  , the cloth cover on it was also scratched, and even a piece of paint was scratched off.

    Thinking about the scene just now, Lin Rui was a little scared. As he worked as a mercenary for longer and longer, he felt that he was a little timid, so he smiled bitterly and threw the helmet aside.

    When the fight was fierce just now, he didn¡¯t feel anything.?Is that so?  asshole!  They're all bastards!  "

    Eric cursed, and suddenly his eyes became wet, and two lines of tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, flowing all over his face.  "Bastards! In order to let us go back alive, the boss never had a good night's sleep every day! But we made him worry! Now here, he finally relaxed! He can't hold on anymore  !" Eric muttered, ignoring the tears on his face, as if mumbling to himself.

    Lincoln came over, patted Eric on the back, looked at the sleeping Lin Rui, his nose was very sore, raised his head, took a breath, glared at the brothers around him, and shouted in a low voice: "Hurry up and do it.  Live! Arrange the position quickly! Let the boss save some time!"

    Everyone immediately cheered up, as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood, and began to work crazily. Just now, two people were carrying a bag of sandbags, and now one person was carrying it and running away.  Just now, the engineer's shovel was still being used to dig trenches feebly, but now it was like clockwork, and he started working hard.

    Some people ran over carrying logs as thick as their thighs and set them up on the bunkers. Without even taking a breath, they immediately turned around and ran to find the logs again.  Twenty or thirty people worked hard without saying a word, as if this was the only way they could share more for Lin Rui.

    Hobson nodded to Lincoln, threw away the cigarette butt, patted Lincoln on the shoulder, stood up, put down his submachine gun, and strode away. He also picked up a bag of sandbags, strode towards the bunker, and started  Help build a bunker.

    The sausage also patted Lincoln on the shoulder and whispered: "Take care of the boss! I'm going to work too!"

    After saying that, Sausage also stood up, picked up a sandbag, and started working crazily.

    Several mercenaries carried bamboo poles tied with white cloth, humming a tune all the way, and strode towards the Malian army post two kilometers away.  Twenty minutes later, he finally approached the Mali post, then stopped, held up a bamboo pole and swung a white cloth, and shouted: "Who the hell is calling the shots here, come out and speak!"

    In fact, when they came over, the Malian soldiers in the outpost had already seen him. All the Malian soldiers in the outpost were alarmed, and they ran to their positions and put up their guns.

    Just now, there was a sudden burst of fierce gunfire at the Tuareg stronghold, which had already alerted them, but they did not know what happened at the Tuareg stronghold. They were all very worried.  Nervous, they all grabbed their weapons, loaded the bullets, and got ready for battle.

    The Tuareg militants are full of tricks. God knows what tricks these militants will play this time. This makes them very nervous, but they can¡¯t figure out the situation.

    The person responsible for guarding this place is the deputy company commander of the 3rd Company of the 2nd Battalion of Mali Regiment. He brought a platoon and a mercenary squad to guard this place.

    During this period, there have been many exchanges of fire between them and the militant stronghold opposite. Both sides have suffered casualties, and they maintain a high degree of tension every day.

    Today they were leading people to reinforce the fortifications here. They heard the gunfire from the militant stronghold and were startled. They quickly led people into the position and started looking towards Tua in the distance with binoculars.  Looking from the Regian stronghold.

    From the telescope, he saw that there was smoke and fire in the militant stronghold. The sound of gunfire was very fierce, and there were bursts of explosions from time to time. He was confused, so he  I plan to send someone over to conduct reconnaissance to guard against any conspiracy by Tuareg militants.

    But before he could send people out, the gunfire from the Tuareg stronghold began to become sparse, and raging fires broke out. Gradually, the gunfire gradually subsided.

    This unusual movement is confusing them.

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