Battlefield Contractor

Kuaima pushed Jabad away, "Those prisoners have nothing to do with us, don't hinder us from doing things."

"If it's related, they can become our companions and fight with us. But you are changing ways to kill them. What is the difference between you and those of the Orumi Federation?" Jabad Loudly.

"I agree with you." Lin Rui replied, "but the more you do this, the less we can show weakness. The more you show weakness, the more clearly the other party has grasped your weakness. Listen to me, even if you want to talk about it, You have to finish this shot. It's a question of attitude."

After speaking, he winked at Kuaima, and Kuaoma reloaded and fired. This shell directly hit the corner of the prison, and it collapsed. The mountain shook in the opposite direction, and the prisoners all squatted down in terror, but stood up again. It was as if someone was threatening them with their bodies against the wall.

The opposite person who claimed to be Nelson said, "It's very rude, I don't like this behavior. So, I think I should respond to you." After speaking, there was a gunshot and the people standing on the wall The prisoners fell from the wall one after another.

When they stood on the wall, they were in rows. But after falling down the high wall, it was sloppy. A row of dozens of people just disappeared, and blood was still flowing down the wall.

Jabad couldn't bear to see such a scene, half turned around and said, "I knew it would be like this."

"Continue firing and hit the high wall." Lin Rui whispered.

"Fighting? They will kill more people. I've said that it won't work to do so. We should think of ways to prevent them from being killed in such a worthless way." Jabad shook his head. Mr. K, please."

"Continue firing and let those rocket launchers be prepared. They want to threaten us, and the best way to deal with threats is to act. They will only succumb if they hurt them." Lin Rui replied.

"Do you want to blow everyone up inside? That Nelson is a diehard loyal to the secret society. He would rather kill everyone than let them go. Maybe he is holding us now, already inside. It's a massacre," Jabad said loudly.

"Not everyone is. Nelson can only represent a small group of people. Most of the remaining prison guards do not have the courage to die together. I just want to pressure them to give up resistance to surrender. And Nelson refused. Surrender, there will be conflicts between them.

When the guards think that Nelson is blocking their way, you know what they will do. The more urgent Nelson is now, the more he wants to kill wildly, the more he will disagree with the prison guards. After all, the prison guards just wanted to be safe. They know that mass killings will cause us to retaliate more wildly. Nelson is willing to die together, but they are not willing. Lin Rui whispered.

"You want to force those prison guards to rebel?" Sergey whispered.

"Yes. Only in this way is the fastest solution. I thought about it. If the storm is not impossible, but in this way, Nelson will immediately start a massacre. The Orumi federal prison guards who feel desperate will also Be with him because of despair.

So we besiege instead of attacking, and continue to put pressure on them to induce differences within them. Jabad, you go and speak to them and show your identity. Tell them that if a prisoner dies, more prison guards will pay for their lives. If they choose to give up resistance, they can leave alive. Lin Rui whispered.

"But if..." Jabad hesitated.

"No, but. Do as I said, otherwise just don't do anything and leave everything to me to deal with." Lin Rui turned and stared at Jabad, "This is war, you know, war cannot die. People. There is only a difference in the number of deaths."

Jabad could only **** the loudspeaker from a mercenary, "Listen well, I am Jabad. Some of you should have heard of me. The former Anmor soldier, now Oulu Mi Federation Rebel soldiers. I ask you to give up resistance and release all prisoners.

In return, you can leave alive. You can also choose to fight to the end, but I have to make it clear that every time you kill a prisoner, after I take the entire labor camp, I will kill a few more guards. If you think you have earned it, then you can try to kill.

But don’t forget, our strength and armament are above yours, and it’s only a matter of time before we can win this camp. It is no exaggeration to say that everyone you killed just now was murdering yourself. "

"Tell them that I have no patience and only give them 20 minutes to think about it. Either let them go or I can shell the entire camp. Not a single bit of life is left." Lin Rui replied.

Jabad fought a cold war, turned to look at Lin Rui, and hesitated, "Will this push them into a hurry?"

"I want them to understand that they are pressing me." Lin Rui said coldly.

Jabad could only speak according to Lin Rui's request. His words caused a great sensation. Most of the labor camps were former Anmor soldiers. Many people know who Jabad is, and they heard him shouting outside and threatened to shell the labor camp.

These prisoners, who lived without hope, suddenly became active again. I don't know who started it first and began to sing Anmore's folk songs. This Anmor traditional folk song is about triumphant triumphs of tribal warriors. It was once used as a military song by General Logan.

"The barren land of the tribe has never subsided.

After experiencing the baptism of blood and glory, I heard the screams in the wind.

In honor of the previous battle, the scar is just the tattoo on the chest of the warrior. The funeral fire ignites infinite respect, and the once pain is sealed behind the warrior.

The banner of the tribe will never fall, and there is no fear of loyalty. The will of the gods guards Anmor, and the soul of the ancestors sleeps here..."

The ancient ballads are accompanied by the rhythm of slapping the palms of the hands. Soon it resounded throughout the labor camp. All the prisoners were singing an ancient and tragic tone full of African charm. And with the sound of singing on the arm, it is a fierce and distinct djembe rhythm. The rhythm of this African drum is usually only in hunting and war.

Faced with the singing and beat of these prisoners, the guards began to panic. They suddenly discovered a problem they had never realized before-they only had a few hundred guards, and there were tens of thousands of prisoners held here. This almost drowned their singing and percussion, gradually becoming so terrifying.

"You! Stop singing, step back!" A guard tapped the railing with a baton, trying to warn the prisoners.

But he was surprised to find that instead of backing up, the prisoner took a step forward. More prisoners stood beside him, still singing in low voices. From being at a loss to being ecstatic and enthusiastic, the eyes of these prisoners changed.