The battle ended quickly, and the living area and the oil refinery were still in peace, as if the battle had not happened before.

It’s not that the residents here are not afraid, but the battle ended so quickly that the black brothers and black sisters had no time to react, and the gunshots outside completely disappeared.

In addition, when the gunfire sounded, the surroundings immediately became brightly lit. It was obviously much safer to hide in the house at this time than to go out. No fool dared to come out at such a time.

Even when the battle was over, no one could control his curiosity and walked out of the room.

After getting the exact news from Zheng Shuang, the fat man walked out of the room with Yang Jing and Lin Dan.

"All of them are dead, no one left to live!" The fat man spat and shook his head again, "Those guys are also quite pitiful. They meet Zheng Shuang and the other killing gods."

"Let's go, stop complaining. Zheng Shuang and the others are professional soldiers. In this case, it is the first responsibility to eliminate the enemy." Yang Jing patted the fat man on the shoulder and took the lead in getting on the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle.

Although it is only more than 200 meters away from the living area to the refinery, under such circumstances, Yang Jing would not just walk over directly like this. Who knows whether there are any snipers from Libyan militants hidden in the darkness in the distance. Although Zheng Shuang has sent someone to check the pickup trucks, Yang Jing will definitely not walk over if he takes the bus.

When Yang Jing got off the car, he met Zheng Shuang who was standing with Kevin Martin.

It is completely different from the person I imagined, Zheng Shuang is a dark, thin and small guy. If it weren't for the fat man's introduction, he would be the captain of the guard team, Zheng Shuang. Yang Jing really thought he was an African refugee.

"Mr. Guo!" Zheng Shuang still maintained her style in the army. After all, he had not retired for half a month. "There were 76 militants attacking tonight, all of whom were shot dead, and no one survived. Eleven pickup trucks were seized." Zheng Shuang's voice was very low, although she looked at the thin and thin person.

This cold voice made Yang Jing involuntarily get goosebumps.

Accompanied by Zheng Shuang, Kevin Martin, Carl Morris and Chris, Yang Jing and others, they first went to the battlefield east of the highway to take a look. However, when Lin Dan saw the dead bodies on this place, he started vomiting.

Yang Jing and the fat man's faces were not very good-looking, but they still held back and continued to walk north. As a result, when they reached the place where they were ravaged by the 14.5mm high-level dual-purpose machine gun of the Type 02, even the fat man couldn't help but vomited in a dim way.

Compared to the situation here, the dead Libyan militants I just saw were undoubtedly much happier. At least they had a whole body, but the corpse here was really a bit terrible.

The corpse here can no longer be called "tree", the exact name should be "block".

That's right, these corpses that were ravaged by the heavy machine gun were all piece by piece, and there was not a single one of them. The largest corpse was only left with the upper body, but the lower body was no longer known where the heavy machine gun had been broken and flew to.

The militants who were shot dead just now were all left with pools of blood, but here were covered with pieces of minced meat and blood stains.

Now, whether it was Yang Jing or Fatty, they fully understood what the "Shura Hell" is.

Yang Jing was a little better, he didn't spit it out. At least in 1986, he participated in a night attack in Myanmar in Myanmar, and also fired a shuttle of bullets with the 12.7mm heavy machine gun in that defense. He was also considered a person who had experienced the war.

But what has the fat man seen like this? The human body, which was divided into hundreds of pieces, was spread in front of him, and there was a strong smell of blood, broken bones, and minced meat everywhere, even more than a slaughterhouse.

He was already quite strong in his mind to be able to vomit until he was dizzy.

"Damn it! Damn it! I won't watch this kind of scene in the future if I beat you to death! His sister, I will probably have nightmares every day in the next few days." The fat man took the tissue handed over by Yang Jing, muttering while wiping his mouth.

Zheng Shuang asked: "Mr. Guo, how to deal with these corpses?"

It would be fine if Zheng Shuang didn't ask about this. When she asked about this, the fat man couldn't help but take a look at the pieces and ran aside again and started vomiting wildly.

Yang Jing shook his head and said, "Come the complete corpses together. As for these fragments, don't we have a forklift? Scatter them all together and find a place far from the living area to bury them. The appearance of these corpses cannot be exposed to the public. If you have a little knowledge, you will know that they are shot with large-caliber machine guns. Our Type 02 heavy machine gun cannot be exposed, otherwise the police in the Borma Police Station alone will not be able to deal with it."

Hearing Yang Jing say this, Zheng Shuang's eyes lit up, then turned her head and explained to the team member following behind her, and the guard immediately turned around and left.

Yang Jing knew that the guard was driving a forklift, so he asked Zheng Shuang again, "What kind of weapon are we registered at the Bolma Police Station?"

Zheng Shuang said: "It's all Bayi Bars. Because Bayi Bars use 7.62mm bullets and can be used with AK47 ammunition, so we chose Bayi Bars this time. Well, our sniper rifle and squad machine guns all use the same ammunition."

Yang Jing nodded and said, "That would be even better. Since they are all using 7.62mm bullets, the police will probably not be able to infer from the ammunition that we have squad machine guns and sniper rifles. We are abroad, try not to have conflicts with the local government departments, otherwise we will suffer."

"I understand, I'll let someone deal with the body."

"Hey, Brother Zheng, go slowly, I have to ask you one more thing. If we spread this matter, are you and your brothers sure to block the people coming to take revenge?"

Zheng Shuang was stunned when she heard this, then thought for a moment, and said, "If they came to attack openly, twenty of us would be sure to block one of their reinforcement companies. After all, we have the advantage of territories and our weapons also have the advantage. But if they attacked like this today, I would not be sure of it. After all, there is no way to arrange a secret whistle here at night. The weather in the desert is too bad. If the brothers blew up at night, they can still hold on to a short time, but if they blew up for years, people can't stand it."

"Then Brother Zheng, is there any device that can be automatically alerted when it comes to the movie?"

"Yes, but we didn't install it. That thing is quite expensive, especially military-grade remote optical alert equipment that can work for a long time in harsh conditions like the Sahara Desert. It's expensive."

Yang Jing turned his head and asked Carl Morris in English: "Carl, do you have any way to get two sets of military-grade remote optical alert equipment?"

Carl Morris smiled and snapped his fingers, "BOSS, as long as you are willing to pay, let alone such a small thing, I have a way to get the Tomahawk missile for you."

Yang Jing nodded and said, "Carl, just contact me two sets when you look back and let them deliver it here as soon as possible. Money is not a problem!"

"OK, don't worry, the goods can be delivered here within three days."

As the ace scout, Zheng Shuang can understand English, "Mr. Yang, thank you. With these things, brothers can be more relaxed."

Yang Jing smiled and said, "Why are you polite? You have been running from China to this kind of ghost place where birds do not poop and chickens do not lay eggs. This is already hard enough. You have to risk your life to protect this place. As a shareholder of Rongbao Mining, I have to solve some of the problems for my brothers. Don't worry, as long as it can be solved with money, it is not a problem. Brother Zheng, if you think the weapons here are not powerful enough, I will ask others to send another batch of weapons to you within three days. American and Russian weapons, I will get you whatever you want."

Zheng Shuang also smiled, "Mr. Yang, don't be so troublesome. We have enough weapons brought from China. If you have built up the remote alert system, you have already helped us a lot."

The fat man who had just finished vomiting and walked back said, "Brother Zheng, don't be polite to this guy. This guy is a rich man. I dare not say anything else, but I definitely don't lack money."

Zheng Shuang smiled and said, "It's enough, it's enough. Mr. Guo and Mr. Yang, don't worry, if we are here, there will be no problem here."

Accompanied by a "rumbling" engine sound, the escort who had just left came over with a loader. More than a dozen escorts were helping below. In a short while, the messy battlefield was cleaned up, and even the blood-stained sand was shoveled away by the loader.

As for where those fragmented corpses were buried, this is not something Yang Jing cares about.

The remaining fifty bodies can be handed over to the police station in Borma as evidence, and these bodies are relatively complete.

"Brother Zheng, call the police and let the Borma police come over to see what's going on here. Well, Linzi, you will also promote this defense battle tonight in the past two days and drive our fame out."

After a pause, Yang Jing said coldly: "Since we have taken root here, we must promote our fame. Over the years, we Chinese have been bullied abroad, but this doesn't work from us. This is the Sahara, and this is the most harshest place in the world, so we must promote our fame and let those guys who are ready to move completely dispel the idea of ​​taking action against us."
Chapter completed!