This image is a bit nondescript.

But there is no way. There are thousands of military units in southern Africa, and each unit has a unique armband. It is not enough to use all the animals in southern Africa.

So there are all kinds of artistic processing.

A lion with wings is nothing. There is an army in Basutoland whose armbands are centaurs, and they have magical elements.

When Thomson spoke, his attention was more on the actions of the Marine Corps.

Really well trained.

Not to mention professional arms such as precision shooters, machine gunners, and gunners, ordinary Marines always keep their guns in their hands when they are resting. They are very quiet, do not chat with their comrades around them, and sit silently to rest, even if they eat.

It doesn't make too much noise when you replenish your energy.

Looking at the American soldiers staggering next to him, their clothes in messy clothes, their eyes distracted, and their collective thoughts wandering away, Thomson felt infinitely sad in his heart.

At this time, the Free French Army was also ready to attack.

Although the equipment of the Free French Army is not as good as that of the Marine Corps, the officers and soldiers do not lack the will to fight. The best thing about Africans is that they are relatively simple. If you give them some encouragement, those African soldiers will put life and death aside.

Tom-tom-tom——

Marines and Free French mortars began a bombardment.

The machine gunners also began suppressing fire.

The precision shooters were already in position. As soon as an Italian observer showed his head, he was shot in the head by the precision shooters.

Under the tight fire net, the short African soldiers moved swiftly and crouched forward quickly. One soldier took out a smoke grenade and threw it out. The black smoke spread quickly. Thomson suddenly realized that if the clothes of these soldiers were removed,

Change to black——
Chapter completed!