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"There is a car in the yard, we rushed out together, grabbed the car and ran. Those guards couldn't stop us at all." Sergey whispered.

"Damn, they have people outside the yard and in front of the village. The few places we've seen before are enough to form crossfire and give us the greatest blow. And the road in front of the village is narrow, and we can easily be blocked in On the way. If this is the case, then we are really courting death." Lin Rui whispered.

"Then what do you say?" Sergey whispered. "We can't escape without robbing the car."

"The car is going to be robbed, but you have to get rid of the surrounding guards first. After rushing out, I will deal with those guards, and you can get the car. Remember, leave a car for us to escape, but be sure to take all the other cars. It's ruined. Lest they catch up to us. As long as we rush out of the village, we will be safe. Yelena is on the opposite high slope. She is enough to cover us with long-range sniping. The other party has no vehicles and is suffering from long-range sniping. There is no way to continue. Chase." Lin Rui whispered.

"Okay, I'm good at stealing cars." Sergey whispered. "Others will hand you over."

Lin Rui nodded, lowered his head to check the weapon, and said in a low voice, "I hope our luck will still be so good today. Follow me!" He abruptly opened the door and rushed out. The two guards at the gate of the courtyard noticed movement. , a turn around, the m4a1 in Lin Rui's hand has been raised. "Da da da..." With a soft sound, the two guards fell to the ground one after another, but this time the movement still alerted the other guards.

"There are gunshots, over there!" There were loud footsteps and scolding outside, and five or six armed men disguised as villagers came after hearing the news, and there were more tribal armed men behind. As Lin Rui opened fire to stop them, he turned around and shouted, "Russian, hurry up!"

"Understood!" Sergey was born with a pair of skillful hands, quickly opened the car door, pulled out the ignition wire, and connected the wires together to start the car.

The enemy rushed up, Lin Rui's gun was a little unstoppable, and he retreated from the corner. One of the enemy's grenades fell outside the yard. Lin Rui hurried away, and a fish fell on the spot. After the explosion Immediately got up to fight the enemy, covering Sergey who was starting the vehicle.

Lin Rui's heart was beating violently, and his face was nervous and excited. There were black men and women running in the village. Some of them were holding cattle and sheep, carrying burdens, and holding children. Some were crying, and some fell in the fields, got up and ran again. The guards outside this messy scene became very passive. A militant stood on a small **** and waved his arms, shouting and commanding the tribal militia, who occupied a road and shot towards it. And a group of militants from the secret society also rushed to the front of the militia position and united to shoot here, while the rest of the villagers ran around in a panic.

Lin Rui's heart lit up, he quickly seized the opportunity to change the magazine, and ran out while shooting. His blood was running fast throughout his body, and his hand and the gun in his hand did not tremble at all. Bullets flew wildly above his head and around his ears, and the shrill hiss ripped apart the peaceful atmosphere over the African wilderness, hitting everyone's heart.

The African militias were panicked, but agitated with rage. Something drove and beckoned them, their sweaty hands, clutching their mottled semi-automatic rifles, firing haphazardly. The tribal armed militias were so excited that some even forgot that they were in a tense battle, stood up straight, and looked at the enemies who were timidly daring to advance under their bullets. Screaming, waving the weapon in his hand. They were only curious about the danger, and felt that the sight of battle had a strong splendor and charm that fascinated them firmly.

Lin Rui stuck his head out and saw that the enemy was approaching, and suddenly raised his m4a1 carbine to shoot at the enemy. The African militiamen were in chaos, but then these militants charged up again. A grenade banged on Lin Rui's back, the dust flew up, and some fine grains of sand penetrated into his neck and head.

Lin Rui stroked his neck carelessly, his eyes still fixed on the front, and the bullets from the opposite side shot continuously. Compared with the African militia, the military quality of the armed forces of the secret society was obviously higher. They shot towards the courtyard where Lin Rui and others were hiding, shooting like a fountain. A small stone fell on his left hand, and the back of the hand wiped off a piece of epidermis the size of a broad bean, oozing blood.

Burning half-green and half-yellow wheat straw without ears, burning houses, haystacks in the village, burning cattle pens, sheep pens, pig dens, chicken and duck dens. Enemies like mad dogs burned the surrounding area to scorched earth. I want to stop them from escaping this way. The raging fire dragon licked the gray-white clouds wildly, and the thick black smoke sprayed into the sky angrily. An area of ​​the village where the grains were lush and fragrant turned into a sea of ​​volcanic smoke.

More than 100 armed militiamen in the village poured out their nests and ran around the village, firing empty cannons and blind guns indiscriminately without a target. Even the nearby river seemed to be so angry that it stirred up big waves and roared wildly. Several armed pickups drove over, and bullets with thick fingers ~www.readwn.com~ poured out like a torrential rain with a terrifying hiss. The bullets trembled and jumped like grasshoppers on the ground, on the roofs, and on the hills, flashing sparks.

The bullets of these militiamen are not accurate, they are shooting indiscriminately, and the bullets are flying everywhere. A black child of fourteen or five years old seemed to have been hit by a stray bullet, tearing his throat and howling miserably. One of his hands was blown away, and the broken wrist was inserted into the soil. The soil and blood glued together. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, his lips kept shaking, and he was spitting out foam, as if he could not survive. The most unfortunate of wars in Africa are women and children. In the hail of bullets, the militants and the villagers were too busy to take care of themselves, and no one cared about their lives.

After Lin Rui shot down a few militants, he whispered, "Russian, how's it going?"

"I'm done!" Sergey had already destroyed the other vehicles, and abruptly turned around a well-started car. "Would you like to go?"

"It's almost there. The more armed militiamen, the more chaotic it will become. Not only do they riot themselves, but they also bring chaos to the armed forces of the secret society. But this situation will not last long, we may only have a few minutes." Lin Rui side Open fire, retreating through the smoke.

"Get in the car, get in the car! Let's get out!" Sergey yelled.