Battlefield Contractor

The armed men below were all dressed in blue-gray military uniforms. They looked quite special, and they were lined up neatly. They were not much stronger than ordinary African armed forces. The group surrounded the center of the mining area.

The black militias under Cobwa also dragged a few black laborers over and stopped in front of a large group of laborers.

One of the armed men kept beating the black laborers with a belt in his hand and yelled at them. A black man with the appearance of a small boss said loudly, "These are these people who planned to escape last night. I know that some of you must be helping them. I don't care who this person is, I just want him to look at them. How did people die."

The little black leader waved his hand, and several armed men walked over, dragged the black laborers aside and tied them up on the tripod.

"Here, if there is no labor, there is no food and no drinking water. Since they want to escape, they have to give up the right to work and the right to survive, such as food and water. They will be tied here until They starve to death. You can watch them die, but no one is allowed to approach them." The little black leader said sharply.

The black laborers said nothing, almost standing trembling and watching. They had no choice but to watch a few companions who were trying to escape and die alive. It is not easy to starve a person to death. Even in such an environment, it takes several days. The process of being starved to death is undoubtedly the most painful and struggling. Whether it is for these few people, or for other workers looking at them, it is a struggle.

"Damn it, in this era, we can still see scenes similar to the abuse of black slaves in American plantations." Crazy Horse lowered his head and cursed to himself, "Captain, shall we do it?"

"Wait, we can't win in this situation. And we need to find the location of those hostages." Lin Rui put down the telescope in his hand and said in a low voice.

"Damn, I can't stand it anymore." Crazy Horse whispered. "Now these laborers and armed personnel will be in a panic. Isn't it easier to do it in chaos?

"Yes, it's easier to do it, but it's also easier to miss it." Lin Rui whispered, "I didn't find those hostages, they should be held in other places. Opening the fire too early will expose us. Keep it secret. Action is better for us. I understand you can’t stand it, but we still have a task.”

Crazy Horse took a deep breath and nodded.

"You are here to cover me. I will go down that corner and dive to the top of the valley near that side. When the distance is right, I will shoot one of the snipers with a bow and arrow. His vision is always below, So I can kill him quietly, and then occupy that corner. Once I succeed, you will go down from the other side and clear another sniper from behind." Lin Rui whispered.

"Understood." Crazy Horse raised his weapon.

"Try not to use guns. After we occupy the commanding heights on both sides, I will send a signal to let the rest of the people start to attack." Lin Rui whispered, "Once their attention is drawn to the actuary, we You can act freely. Remember that hostages are the priority."

Crazy Horse nodded, "Good luck."

Lin Rui carried the weapon behind him and quickly moved to the location of the sniper. The sniper was above the river valley, and Lin Rui was above him, about 30 meters away from him on a steep slope. Lin Rui estimated the distance, fixed one end of the cable-down nylon rope, buckled the other end around his waist, and then jumped down suddenly.

The distance of thirty meters can not be lowered at once, but in order to ensure efficiency, he cannot stop too many times. Just use the extra resistance provided by the lock in the process of falling. Control the falling speed. Pedal on the wall with your foot to control the distance between yourself and the wall.

After a few ups and downs, Lin Rui was already less than 20 meters away from the militant. However, there were a few small stones rolling down the **** where he stepped. Lin Rui knew it was not good, so he had no time to think about it. He turned over and wrapped the rope around his waist, abruptly stopping the momentum of the fall. Keep your body relatively stable within a few seconds.

Then put a long arrow of alloy arrow clusters on the bowstring and quickly completed the bow. The sniper below felt a few small rocks rolling down on the mountain wall behind him, and quickly raised his head to observe. Just when he looked up. Lin Rui's bowstring rang.

This is a hunting compound bow custom-made by Crazy Horse. It weighs 150 pounds and no one can pull it away. Coupled with the extremely lethal multi-sided arrow, the muzzle velocity of the arrow fired with such a terrifying heavy compound bow is extremely fast. Crazy Horse once shot a wild boar with such an arrow, and the wild boar with thick skin could even be pierced by an arrow.

"Shoo!" With a soft sound, the militant suddenly fell over. After struggling for a few times, he couldn't speak at all, because the arrow shot through his throat, piercing a big hole behind his neck. The cluster of arrows shot through his throat and trachea. The sharp, prismatic, expanding arrow also damaged his cervical spine quite severely. He twitched and stopped moving.

Lin Rui loosened the rope and quickly landed next to him, looking down at the hapless sniper. Confirming that he was dead, he breathed a sigh of relief, removed the lock on his waist, and crouched aside. Lin Rui used the binoculars to observe the surroundings and whispered while pressing the earphones, "Crazy Horse, I'm already in place, it's up to you."

"Understand, I'm on your right side." Crazy Horse has also circled to the other side of the high ground, where the **** is much larger than Lin Rui's side, and he almost ran over at extreme speed. Before the sniper could react, the light tactical axe in Crazy Horse's hand had already been thrown out of thin air, and an axe split his neck.

When it comes to using this hatchet, no one is better than a real Indian. Hatchet is not only a tool in their hands, but also a lethal weapon. They used this traditional hatchet and bow and arrow against colonists from Europe hundreds of years ago.

The Crazy Horse's movements did not reduce in the slightest. With the forward momentum, a tumbling backhand pulled out the axe still inlaid on the militant's neck, and blood spurted out like arrows. The militant held his neck and touched the gun in horror with his other hand, but the gun fell too far, he could only watch Crazy Horse raise the hatchet again, and his eyes went dark. The end of the pain is as sudden as it came.

Crazy Horse squatted beside the sniper, reached out and took his sniper rifle, and then replied in a low voice, "I'm in place."