Libya has been fighting for several years. In recent years, there are no one knowing how many lives or wronged souls have been laid in heaven and earth, every city and every dune. Good people? All the good people can leave, but not many can survive if they can't leave.

And no one who can live to this day can be considered a good person. This is the most helpless reality. War, especially in long-term wars, is a place where the bright spots of good and evil in human nature collide and tear apart. Here you can see the most fundamental goodness of human beings in the life of the flames.

Similarly, you can also see the most deeply rooted evil hidden in human nature at any time. Hou Dasheng will not take his own people to bet on the good in human nature. If he loses the bet, the consequences will be tragic. There was once a team that was carrying out a mission, and they had bet on it.

They let go of the shepherd who broke through their march, and the consequence was that the herder exposed their whereabouts. This not only led to the failure of the mission, but also killed most of the members of the team. They were surrounded by hundreds of guerrillas and suffered heavy casualties.

What's more, Hou Dasheng and his friends found weapons when they entered the village. What does this mean?! It means that the elderly and children here do not look so harmless. People watched the elderly and children here, and Hou Dasheng collected some grenades. They found some tools from the homes of these people and began to arrange thunders.

They were ambushed and rushed out of the other party's encirclement. The jackals did not suffer much damage, and the difference between elites and miscellaneous fish was fully reflected in actual combat. One of the four killed and one was seriously injured, and two were slightly injured. The bodies were all stolen. The seriously injured were sent to the village to stop the heavy bleeding.

The minor wounded people were taken out with a bandage and temporarily rested behind. Most jackals had more or less damaged body armor, but at least there was no problem now. Outside the village, the hunting dogs used temporary fine thread to wipe the dust on the ground.

Then he pulled it apart, tied a few grenades tied together and pulled out the safety bolt. Hou Dasheng found some nails and pipes, and started to make bullet thunders and buried them carefully at the entrance of the village. After covering them up, he looked around and saw that there was no problem. He left some secret notes.

The windows of several houses in the village were covered with thick cotton wool. There was no light outside, but oil lamps inside were lit. The lights hanging on the roof had become decorations at this time, and the power station in the city had been blown up beyond recognition. The power supply here has been lost for a long time.

"Crack~Crack~" In the room, the jackals were silently dismantling the guns seized from the dead enemies. They had been fighting here for several years, and the jackals had been here for a lot of time. They knew the habits here very well, and there were not many people here willing to spend time cleaning their guns.

The Hebrews were so desperate that they always sent a batch of firearms and ammunition in question. Therefore, as long as the guns seized from them were seized, they had to be checked. Then they could be replenished when the ammunition was exhausted.

"There aren't a few that can be used." A hoarse voice rang out without emotion. This was a man with a whisper on his face. He raised his hands and shot out the needle full of gunpowder and grime and sighed: "These bastards have been beating for so long. Don't you know that they need to clean up their guys?! You have to blow up a few to death before you know how to clean up?!"

Beside the man with a wheat-colored skin, a tall and thin man who looked about forty years old, said in a muffled voice: "They can't clean the blow-up chamber. If they are not dead, they will find a way to get another gun. If they are killed, they will say nothing... Damn it! There are not many of these bullets that can be used, and the traces of reinstallation are too obvious. The technique is very rough. These bastards don't know what shit stuffed into the shell! I think it is more suitable to destroy directly rather than killing themselves."

All those who eat mercenaries know that the reloaded bullets found here are basically unusable. Some seem to be useful and need to be carefully identified. Not only are the Hebrews problems, but there are also many local reloaded bullets.

Making bullets is not a simple thing. A bullet that looks simple actually involves hundreds of craftsmanship. Among the hundreds of countries on this planet, there are only a few dozen of them who can make their own bullets. And those who can export and reliable ones are only a few of them.

Of course, it is impossible to make this place, so most of the time, their ammunition is either bought or reinstalled by themselves. If the reinstallation is done by themselves, the risk is not low. Controlling the dosage is a big problem. The dosage ratio is also a big problem.

If the dosage is too much, the chamber will be fried. If the dosage is insufficient, the range and power will be problems. If the dosage is enough, the ratio and purity will be problems. In short, there are all problems with the lack of a perfect industrial system. Such problems are naturally countless times higher than those of the bullets in formal assembly.

"These are all earth-made grenades, so use them to set up thunders for the boss and the others..." The man with a little sunken cheek picked up some grenades and put them in the box: "Anyway, if you ask me to use these things to fight against people, it would be better to kill me directly now. At least it's better to die more."

As he said that, the man really carried the box out. The people in the room quickly identified and counted the firearms and ammunition that could be used. Hou Dasheng arrived at the room where the seriously injured were located. Looking at the man lying on the bed with blood-stained face and asked in a deep voice: "How is the situation?!"

"It's very bad." The room was cleaned up and was relatively clean. The door panel was covered with a layer of quilt. The man lying on it had a pale face at this time, and his top was cut open, and a bloody bandage was wrapped around his belly.

The oil lamp was flashing and dark, and there was a broken old cabinet and several broken chairs next to the small house. The medical soldier who was doing first aid sat on a few stacked bricks and looked at Hou Dasheng: "The bleeding is temporarily stopped, but if there is another bump, the wound will burst open. It is dry here, and it is not a problem for the time being. The earlier his condition, the better the surgery."

"You look at him here, and you don't go up after a while when someone fights." Hou Dasheng looked down and said, "We will send the wounded. If we don't succeed, we will have a good time with him."
Chapter completed!