Yes, if Lorenzo died and his guards did not even touch the shadow of the other party. Then they knew very well what would be waiting for them. Namibia is not having a good time now, and many people are still hungry. They can have sufficient nutrition and diet, and even their families are well taken care of.

Thanks to Lorenzo for all this. Therefore, both Yu and Yu privately have the obligation and responsibility to avenge Lorenzo. It is precisely because of this that even though they knew that the traces of Hou Dasheng in the dark were extremely dangerous, they still chased after him. Even if more than twenty people had fallen on the way to pursue him.

But they still did not stop chasing. The officer's words left the others without objection. The group continued to silently track the traces left by Hou Dasheng. If their opponent was not Hou Dasheng, if Hou Dasheng had not experienced the purgatory jungle battles like South America, they might have a chance to kill Hou Dasheng.

However, their opponent was Hou Dasheng, a mercenary who had been active in the world's most terrifying jungle. However, their steps had never stepped out of the African land. This natural inequality made them difficult to follow Hou Dasheng's footsteps.

All the soldiers gathered together, but they spread out and slowly moved forward. They were scattered within about 30 meters of the range, carefully searching for any trace that might be left by guns. The soldier walking in front took a deep breath and began to clean up the fishing line in front of them.

"Crack~" cut a fishing line again, as if it did not bring any danger. After waiting for a while, they slowly took a step forward. At this moment, a "ding~" sound of a slight bolt was pulled open on the treetops about two meters above their heads!

Although the sound was very small, the officer who led the team suddenly shrank his pupils: "Look down!!"

"Boom!!" Although he reacted very quickly, it was too late at this time. Almost at the same time his roar, a violent explosion exploded on the treetops! Under the unrestrained firelight, hundreds of steel balls made a sound of tearing the air "Ziz..."

These black soldiers were stunned or lying down, and they smashed them hard with a "slap..."!

The broadsword is a synonym, and its official name is: m18a1 anti-infantry mine, directed anti-injury mine. This mine was invented by the United States to deal with guerrillas during the Vietnam War. Its predecessor was m18claymore, which appeared on the battlefield of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea.

Although this kind of thunder is called "land mine", in fact, most of its use is not buried. It is more used in treetops, grass, and shrubs. The killing range is 50 meters and spreads at a wide angle of 60 degrees. A total of more than 700 steel balls are shot out instantly under the force of 1.5 pounds c-4!

This causes...

"Ahhh..." A shrill scream came from the remaining black soldiers. They were wailing and screaming. The range they spread in the jungle was about thirty meters. However, the wide sword hanging on the treetops about two meters had a killing range of fifty meters! It was bombarded at a sixty-degree angle, and the consequences could be imagined.

The surviving black soldiers were almost collapsed at this time. Yes, in front of them, it was just a moment when most of their comrades were beaten by steel balls in an instant. The three people who happened to be under the broad sword were the worst. Although they fell down, the steel balls produced by the broad sword covered their bodies.

After the dull sound of "Puff...", they didn't even have time to scream and their whole body was directly penetrated. After the broad sword explosion, the black soldiers who survived behind the big tree rushed to their side as soon as possible. But they could not bear to look at it after just one glance.

Their entire body, from their heads to their calves, was almost broken. The back of their heads exploded. The broken skull fell to them, and the bloody and gray brain matter splattered from their broken skulls and scattered on the grass...

A large area behind him was broken, and the broken pink internal organs could be seen under the broken ribs and torn muscles. The pieces of the internal organs, blood and broken bones were scattered together. The three people died terrible, and even the officer couldn't bear to take a look. He took off his clothes and covered the three bodies, turned around and pursed his lips without saying a word.

But the scenes that were turned over were not easy to see. A large area of ​​wounded people were covered with broken bodies and splashed muscle tissue. The blood was sprayed all over the floor like a lot of money. The wailing gradually turned into moans, and the wounded people began to lose their strength due to excessive blood loss.

"Sir, are we still chasing..." Almost wailing words rang in his ears. The officer closed his eyes in pain, and after a while, he used all his strength to be as shrill as a wounded wild wolf: "Take the wounded and the corpse, we will retreat!!"

This explosion caused half of the pursuit team, the few people who were already pursuing, to lose half of them. There were less than ten people left to move. This would be a point to take care of the wounded. How to chase them?! Is it possible to see that he is an extremely cunning beast?

Not to mention a few people chasing, even his own team would be in danger. At this time, the officer's reason told him: If you pursue him, you will really die. Looking at the corpses and wounded on the ground, he lowered his head sadly. In the past, he always thought that these people and moons were considered elite.

At least they have achieved good results against many ordinary guerrillas, rebel troops, and even in this war. But now it seems that in the eyes of others, they are just boy scouts. In front of them, they directly sniped their generals. Then they fled into the jungle, and the squads that were chasing were almost wiped out.

From the traces left by others, he was just a person. Just a person has already changed their minds...

At this time, Hou Dasheng didn't know that Namibia had given up on the pursuit. However, even if he knew, he would evacuate directly according to his planned plan and would not have any stops. Whether the other party was really evacuating or pretending to evacuate, it would be the same for Hou Dasheng.

He is not greedy. After completing the mission of sniping Lorenzo, he feels that he can evacuate. The faster he escapes from the other party's encirclement, the faster he will be able to gain safety. Only by leaving alive can you die. Any carelessness and negligence may cause you to die here.

"It seems that the chef has succeeded..." The fat dog panted heavily, looking at the Namibian army that had faded like a tide and smiled bitterly at the crane beside him: "Fake! Fortunately, he succeeded. If he attacked a few more times, I don't know if I can support it..."

On the position, there were less than ten remaining members of the mine protection team. A bunch of wounded people were sent to the bunker in the rear, while other seriously injured people were sent back to the mudflat position at night. They were then sent to the rear. Marvel looked at the soldiers beside him miserably, and there were less than fifty people who could stand in a reinforced battalion.

He himself didn't know how to support himself, but it was beyond his expectations to be able to support him. He thought that someone would not be able to stand this cruel way of fighting and flee. But in the end, no one escaped. Everyone except those who died in battle, those who were injured, those who were dead, those who were dead, those who were dead, and those who were dead, the remains insisted on squatting in the trenches.

"Boy, you are pretty good!" The crane patted Marvel on the shoulder and said in a deep voice: "After this battle, your battalion has been trained. As long as this battalion is not dispersed in the future, as long as you can still have a seed left. Your battalion is an irresistible wolf!"

The fat dog looked at Marvel and nodded solemnly. The elite of a unit is not just about his equipment, nor about his training. What is more important is his spirit, which is the military spirit of this unit. Those troops that have experienced almost cruel battlefields do not lose the soul of this unit they inherited from their predecessors.

Then this army is absolutely elite. This battle is cruel. Without air support and without sufficient artillery fire support, Marvel and one of his battalions was nailed to the position, blocking the attack of a division in Namibia, and defending for three days.

In addition, the mine protection team brought by Hou Dasheng and others, the remaining ones were less than 70 people. The rest were forced to retreat. The crazy fighting was fierce, the brutal cruelty. The battle was over, and the soldiers who sat on the ground for a while stood up silently and began to clean up the bodies of their comrades from the battlefield.

On the Namibian side, no one even came to clean up their bodies. The Namibian soldiers were lying in front of the position in a miserable manner and looked at the sky full of smoke. Marvel stood up with a trembling trembling head and helped the soldiers drag the bodies of the Rwandan soldiers.

"Thank you, gentlemen..." Marvel lowered his head and whispered to the fat dog and the crane: "If it weren't for you, we would not be able to support the present. I not only apologize to you for my previous unreason. I also want to thank you on behalf of those who sacrificed and those who survived..."

The fat dog looked at him and lowered his head: "It's just to collect money and do things. We do it fairly. Of course, you don't expect us to do more. We just do our duty."
Chapter completed!