Hou Dasheng fainted, and fork quickly explored Hou Dasheng's breath and pulse. After confirming that Hou Dasheng had just fainted, he breathed a sigh of relief. The crowd carried Hou Dasheng and carefully left the hidden spot.

When they stepped onto the ground, even if the forks had been through the battle formation for a long time, they could not help but take a breath! Here, there were devastated. The craters, fragments, firearms that were beaten into parts, and the ragged corpses covered with yellow sand could be seen everywhere on the entire battlefield.

At the foot of the fork, he guessed an arm. He lowered his head and looked at it, and then he heard a voice sound: "Please lift your foot, this is my brother's hand."

"I'm sorry." Fork quickly apologized and then raised his feet. At this time, he saw a man standing in front of him with a gray-eyed look that was not obvious, and was about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a desert camouflage combat uniform with cold eyes as cold as a snake.

The man couldn't see clearly, but Fork was sure that he wanted to kill him. At the same time, Fork also understood very well that he would not take action. Because, the man slowly squatted down and picked up his arm that had just been stepped on by the fork and stood up without saying a word. He walked aside.

At this moment, Fork looked up and saw that the fighting had stopped on the position. The sound of cannons stopped and the smoke of gunfire gradually dissipated. The living people began to clean up their wounds silently. If they were still able to move, they began to collect the remaining corpses of their brothers from the battlefield.

Everyone tacitly did not disturb the other party, nor did they help the other party's wounded. The bodies were put into the prepared body bag and then taken down bags. Yes, these corpses could hardly be restrained. Many of them were blown into pieces. It was impossible to even tell which one belonged to whom.

When you can't tell the difference, everyone will tacitly put the things they find and can't tell the difference in a body bag. Since you can't tell the difference, there is no need to tell the difference. And there is no time to tell the difference, who it belongs to.

Fortunately, both them, jackals, or other mercenary groups have the habit of tattooing. Many tattoos are more special. In fact, this is a habit that originates from the battlefield. If it is broken, at least your comrades know which corpse is yours.

Fork stepped out of the tunnel silently, and at this time he saw more people. Most of them were lying on the sand, wearing bandages that kept oozing blood. Their faces were pale and their lips were dry. No one took care of them. The jackals were sent down on a stretcher.

The jackals had no intention of helping each other, nor had their intention to attack them. The other party seemed to be the same. In this strange atmosphere, both sides began to clean up the bodies of their brothers who died in battle on the battlefield. Forks silently and the members of the black group stepped across the battlefield slowly.

Danni had already brought the people over. They quickly evacuated Hou Dasheng back quickly on a stretcher. Danni nodded to the fork and walked towards the opponents who were restraining their bodies. The explosion of "Boom! Boom! Boom!..." came from a distance.

But no one would care. Danny had received a notice from the other party that they wanted to clear the mines and then use a car to pick them up. Danny walked over silently, watching them restrain the broken bodies little by little without saying a word.

The explosion sounded for about seven or eight minutes, and then a convoy slowly drove here. Three all-terrain vehicles were heading, followed by three obviously modified off-road vehicles. Finally, two business vehicles with high chassis were used.

The all-terrain car that was leading the way quickly stopped in front of Danny. A thin man jumped out of the car. This was a man who looked about forty, with a gray hair and a height of more than 1.7 meters. He was wearing a local Arab outfit and a big beard.

"I am a bearded man, the one who came to hand over to you." The man walked to Danny and said expressionlessly: "To be honest, I don't want to take this job. I will put down what you want. I will take our people away."

Danny looked at the bearded man and said coldly: "I'm honest, this war was not initiated by us, nor was it decided by us. Why did this war come true? If you don't know the reason, it is actually better for you. I just want to tell you that the cause is you, not us."

"There has reached this point now, and it's actually meaningless to say this." The bearded man looked at Danny coldly and said, "You won."

Danny didn't say anything because at this time she saw another group of people restraining the corpses on the battlefield. The fingers of those people had never left the trigger. Danny looked at them and turned her head and said coldly: "The war is over. Whether you are convinced or not, this matter ends here."

"My brother is dead." A big man in the lead slowly walked to Danni's side with cold eyes and voice. His eyes were mainly directed at the opponents who were packing up the bodies. Danni took out a cigarette and lit her "splash" and lit it.

He took a deep breath and vomited some smoke: "You should understand some things. People like us are not able to decide their own lives. Survival is luck, and death is a matter of course. Get rid of your brother and take it away! Your boss will explain it to you."

The man's lips squirmed for a moment, wanting to say something. Danny looked at him and said coldly: "My brother has died a lot. You will be the last one to enter the market. If you want to calculate the loss, our losses will be greater than you! Don't tell me anything else, you can't afford to take responsibility for the matter here. Take your people and pack up and evacuate."

The man next to Danni was silent for a while and finally walked away. At this time, Danni turned around and said to the man who claimed to be a beard: "Your people should move faster. You have also seen it. I can't guarantee that you will stay here for a long time."

"Our safety does not require anyone's protection." The man, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said to Danni in a hoarse voice: "You are lucky, very good! The goddess of luck stood on your side, and we were convinced of our loss. Hopefully, there is still a chance to meet."

Danni didn't respond, but she sighed deeply in her heart. There was nothing wrong with this man's words. This time, luck took up a lot of luck. Even if the black group fought desperately, they probably couldn't win the opponent's number.

The elite selected by the superpowers and the whole country cannot be competed with. They are at their peak, with the most advanced weapons and equipment, with sufficient training, and a nearly seamless tacit understanding. Even Hou Dasheng has been preparing for a long time this time, but he still paid a heavy price to deal with them...
Chapter completed!