Battlefield Contractor

"There is a car in the yard, we rushed out together, grabbed the car and ran. The guards couldn't stop us at all." Sergey whispered.

"Bullshit, they have people outside the yard and in front of the village. The several places we have seen before are enough to form crossfire and give us the greatest blow. Moreover, the road in front of the village is narrow, and we are easily blocked. On the road. If this is the case, then we are really looking for death." Lin Rui whispered.

"Then what do you say?" Sergey whispered. "We can't escape without robbing the car."

"The car needs to be snatched, but the guards around you must be removed first. After rushing out, I will deal with those guards and you will get the car. Remember, leave a car for us to escape, but we must take all the other cars away. It was scrapped. Lest they catch up with us. As long as we rush out of the village, we are safe. Yelena is on the high **** opposite, she is enough to cover us through long-range sniping. The other party has no vehicles and suffered long-range sniping, so she must be unable to continue Chase." Lin Rui whispered.

"Well, I'm good at stealing cars," Sergey whispered. "Other people will hand you over."

Lin Rui nodded, lowered his head to check the weapon, and whispered, "I hope our luck will still be so good today. Follow me!" He opened the door abruptly and rushed out. The two guards at the gate of the yard noticed movement. , Turned around, and the M4A1 in Lin Rui's hand was already raised. "Da da da..." With a soft sound, the two guards were shot and fell to the ground, but this time the movement still alarmed the other guards.

"There are gunshots, over there!" There were noisy footsteps and shouts outside. Five or six militants who had been disguised as villagers arrived after hearing the news, and there were more tribal militants behind. Lin Rui opened fire to stop them, and turned around and shouted, "Russian, hurry up!"

"Understood!" Sergey was born with a pair of dexterous hands, quickly opened the door, pulled out the ignition wire, and connected the ends of the wires together to start the car.

The enemy rushed up. Lin Rui couldn't resist with a gun. He retreated from the corner. One of the enemy's grenade fell outside the yard. Lin Rui rushed away and fell on the spot with a leap. After the explosion, He immediately stood up to fight against the enemy, covering Sergey who was starting the vehicle.

Lin Rui's heart was beating fiercely, and his face looked nervous and excited. The black men and women running in the village one after another, some of them are leading cattle and sheep, carrying burdens, holding children, some crying and screaming, some falling into the field, getting up and running. The guards outside this messy scene became very passive. A militant stood on a small **** waving his arms, shouting loudly and commanding the tribal militiamen. The militiamen occupied a road and shot towards this side. A group of militants from the secret society also rushed to the front of the militia position and united to shoot at this side, but the remaining villagers ran around in a panic.

Lin Rui's heart brightened, and quickly seized the opportunity to change the magazine, and ran out while shooting. His blood rushed through his body, and his hands and guns did not tremble at all. Bullets flew wildly above his head and around his ears, and the screaming screams tore through the tranquil atmosphere of the African wilderness and hit everyone's heart directly.

Those African militiamen were panicked, but they were agitated. Something drove and beckoned them, their sweaty hands, holding the mottled semi-automatic rifle tightly, fired randomly. The armed militiamen of these tribes were so excited that some even forgot that they were in a tense battle, stood up straight, and looked at the enemy who was afraid to advance under their bullets. Screaming with the weapon in his hand. For the danger, they just feel strange, feel that this kind of battle scene has a strong brilliance and charm, which firmly attracts them.

Lin Rui looked out and saw that the enemy was approaching. He suddenly raised the M4A1 carbine in his hand and fired at the enemy. The African militiamen were in great chaos, but then these militants rushed up again, and a grenade blasted out of Lin Rui's back. The dust rose up, and some small grains of sand invaded his neck and head.

Lin Rui inadvertently touched his neck, still watching the front as the bullets on the opposite side hit continuously. Compared with the African militias, the military quality of the secret society armed forces was significantly higher. They shot at the courtyard where Lin Rui and others were hiding, like a fountain, and a few small trees nearby interrupted the stem, and the green leaves flew around. A small stone fell on his left hand, and a piece of broad bean-sized epidermis was wiped off the back of his hand, oozing blood.

Burning earless, half-green and half-yellow wheat stalks, burning houses and haystacks in the village, burning cattle pens, sheep pens, pig nests, chicken and duck nests. Enemies like mad dogs burned the surrounding area to a scorched earth. I want to prevent them from escaping in this way. The raging fire dragon licked the gray clouds madly, and thick black smoke sprayed into the sky angrily. An area of ​​the village where the luxuriant grains spit out aroma has become a sea of ​​volcanic smoke.

More than one hundred armed militiamen in the village dumped their lairs and ran around the village, firing empty cannons and shooting blind guns indiscriminately without a target. Even the nearby river seemed to be so angry that it stirred up waves and roared wildly. Several armed pickup trucks drove over, and the thick bullets with their fingers poured out like a rainstorm with a terrifying hiss. Bullets trembled and jumped like grasshoppers on the ground, on the roof, and on the hills, flashing sparks.

The bullets armed by these militiamen are not accurate, they are shot randomly, and the bullets fly everywhere. A black child of fourteen or five years old seemed to have been hit by a stray bullet, tearing his throat apart and howling miserably. One of his hands exploded, and his broken wrist was inserted into the mud, the mud and blood glue were together, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, his lips were shaking constantly, and foam was spitting out. It seemed that he could not survive. Among the wars in Africa, the most unfortunate are women and children. In the rain of guns and bullets, the militants and villagers were too busy to take care of themselves, and no one cared about their life or death.

After Lin Rui shot down several militants, he whispered, "Russian, how is it?"

"I've done it!" Sergey had already destroyed other vehicles, and suddenly turned a well-started car around. "Can you go?"

"It's almost there. The more people armed by the militia, the more chaos. Not only did they mess themselves, they also brought the secret society armed into chaos. But this situation won't last long, we may only have a few minutes of opportunity." Lin Rui Fired while pulling back through the smoke.

"Get in, get in! Let's get out!" Sergey shouted.

(End of this chapter)