Dragoon fighter

"Maybe, it's possible... I'll never come back." The leader in the navy blue square hat lowered his head, not daring to look into the other person's eyes. In fact, he knew it very well.

The East Asian boy with black hair and yellow skin has not responded yet, and even the men who reported the news have not come back. Needless to say, he is probably hanging inside.

There is more than one eyeliner in Gemstone Valley, but from now on, no news has been revealed. The other party is obviously on guard, and those eyeliners are probably in danger.

After all, there are about a thousand people. Although most of them are young and old, they can win a fight, but almost everyone on the other side has a gun. They are afraid that the one they led after the war will be damaged too much and be killed instead. If other teams directly annexed them, the gains would outweigh the losses.

Perhaps seeing the uneasiness in the dark blue square hat leader, the middle-aged white man didn't look angry at all, and said as if he didn't care: "That's also God's will!"

Mentioning God in front of Muslims may be a bit disrespectful, but the leader of the Tibetan Little Square Hat did not dare to say anything. The identity of the other party is not simple. Although the background of the "Red Scorpion" is considered a local hegemon, but the Eight-pole Fighter He may not be able to control the small land of Afghanistan, but his identity as a person with a big background makes him have to be wary.

It is said that this guy has some connections with the US government and has been active in the Middle East. I don't know if it is true or not. At least one thing is certain. Whoever he wants to kill will definitely not survive long.

Although the middle-aged white man spoke in an understatement, the crystal goblet in his hand made a soft clicking sound, with cracks appearing on the surface that were incompatible with the transparent cup body, making the leader in the small navy blue square hat jump with fear.

"Inform the people below, we have drawn a hundred people, and we will test it tonight." After looking at the timid leader with a small navy blue square hat, the middle-aged white man gently let go, and the glass fragments of different sizes were accompanied by red wine. As soon as it fell to the ground, the aroma of wine overflowed, causing greedy swallowing sounds all around.

For militants who are walking on the verge of death and are too precarious, women and alcohol are their best narcotics. As for drugs, they are simply out of reach. Maybe some small tribes or organizations secretly grow some poppies and cut some opium, but This is the lifeline for purchasing arms and daily necessities. In addition to being relatively powerful and having some money, the leader may also be able to save some luxury goods. Normally, cigarettes and alcohol can be used as hard currency.

"Remember, notify others and be prepared to launch an attack tomorrow. I need to take down this place within three days, otherwise, you know the consequences." The middle-aged white man changed a cup and filled half of it again. He drank the red wine in small sips and took out a cigarette case. "The most indispensable thing here is manpower." He tossed a brown and yellow thin cigar to the leader with a small navy blue square hat.

"Yes, yes, I'll make arrangements right away." The leader in the navy blue square hat quickly stretched out his hand to pick up the cigar and bowed flattered.

"Come back!" The middle-aged white man suddenly stopped the leader in the navy blue square hat who was about to retreat. After snapping his fingers, he flicked the lighter and lit a thin cigar for himself. "Remember, regardless of the battle tonight, It’s still tomorrow’s battle, be careful, there is a very powerful guy inside.”

"What a powerful guy? How powerful? No matter how powerful you are, if you hit him with one shot, you will be crippled even if you don't die, hehe." The leader of the small navy blue square hat laughed confidently. They have a large number of people, so they are afraid of one person?

No matter how powerful he is, if he shoots with machine guns, shoots with rifles, and greets with rockets and grenades, he is still afraid of being invulnerable.

"Hmph! It would be nice if it was that easy. This guy is very powerful. He wears silver armor, a sword, and a shield. He escorts these migratory teams to get here safely. The big reason is because of this guy. And according to statistics, people who died in There are at least more than 700 unlucky people in this guy's hands."

The middle-aged white man glanced disdainfully at this short-sighted guy, saw the other person's face gradually turning pale, and then said: "Yes, this guy has been nicknamed 'Silver Devil' by others! I don't know if you have. heard about it."

"Ugh...this guy!" The leader with the small navy blue square hat gasped. He had just heard of this "Silver Devil" recently. He was a god of death. Many small forces were almost completely destroyed by this one. Not even a single person could escape from the hands of the God of Death.

Cold weapons alone can defeat a heavily armed team. Although it is not a regular army, it is not a team of cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

This is almost a legendary hero. Could it be the reincarnation of some heroic spirit?

While he was thinking wildly, the middle-aged white man shook his cigarette ashes, glanced thoughtfully in a certain direction, and said meaningfully: "Don't underestimate the other party! Guns alone can't hurt that guy. There are big shots offering a reward." This guy, once you find such a person, report it to me immediately, and there will be another person to deal with him."

What he is more concerned about is that these unnecessary soldiers should not be wasted on that "Silver Devil". Of course, he has to take the eight million US dollar bounty, but the entire valley basin with pleasant scenery and unique microclimate, he is even more interested in. to get.

Establishing a base in this deep mountain is a unique geographical environment. If government troops and external forces want to invade, in addition to difficult transportation lines, they will also be affected by supply difficulties. The exhausted troops are tortured by this vast mountainous area. What kind of combat effectiveness can we talk about?

The only pity is that Intelligence Director House failed to succeed and has not been heard from until now. Maybe this little boss got it right and he and his subordinates were all killed.

The middle-aged white man looked at "those people" again in a certain direction. He just received the news that two people were suddenly missing from their team overnight.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

After Lin Mo pushed the repaired P-51 "Mustang" fighter into the hangar, he began to get fully armed.

"Lord 'Knight'!"

Just after holding the shield and hanging the long sword in the sword case behind his back, Lin Mo suddenly turned around and smiled. "Sally! Why are you here?"

What happened last night made the relationship between the Patan girl and Lin Mo become more and more subtle, which made Lin Mo feel very distressed.

This is not a modern intellectual woman, but a traditional Afghan woman from a poor and old-age area, even comparable to those in ancient China.

"Let me see you. Are you going to fight tonight?" Sally didn't wear a veil, and her fair face looked suspicious.

The Patan boys around him were stunned, couldn't help breathing freely, and their faces immediately turned red.

It’s not just women who are hurt because of Afghanistan’s marriage tradition, but also men. Except for their mothers or direct female relatives, all they see are either bearded men or men wearing burqas. , a woman whose head is covered and only her hands can be seen.

Just like the vast majority of women who don’t know what a man looks like before their wedding, the vast majority of men also don’t know what their future wives will look like, whether they are beautiful or ugly, fat or thin.

But this beautiful woman who had taken off her veil appeared here alive. Those innocent young men could already feel their heartbeats speeding up and their hormone secretions accelerating. However, the famous beauty already had a wife, so they could only think about it.

Thinking about the vicious reputation of the "Silver Devil", even a three-year-old child would be frightened to stop crying. This guy was so cruel in killing people that everyone who collected the corpses last night was all vomiting.

"Well, I also want to go to war. I will have one more person and more strength. I will use up more of the enemy's troops at night, and I will use fighter jets to catch them off guard tomorrow."

Lin Mo, who was a professional military personnel, was under the influence of the "Dark Night" Special Service Brigade and knew that the enemy would definitely launch a sneak attack tonight.

The night is unfavorable to both sides, and the number of troops invested for the first time will not be large. It is probably of a tentative nature. If the other side takes the opportunity to succeed, then this night attack test is likely to turn into a full-scale decisive battle. If it is defeated, then the other side will command People will definitely calm down and re-plan.

At this time, Lin Mo's fighter jets will take advantage of the opponent's hesitation to directly launch a surprise attack on the opponent's assembly point and material center, giving the opponent a harsh lesson.

The P-51 "Mustang" fighter jet is already a secret weapon of Gem Valley, a super killer weapon. If you want to exert the maximum effect, you have to catch the opponent off guard before they can react.

"You have to pay attention to your safety!" Sally unknowingly put herself into a special role and stepped forward, carefully arranging Lin Mo's clothes and armor.

Eyeballs were everywhere outside the cave.

Not to mention envy and jealousy, these Patan boys, many of whom were from the same village as Sally, were wailing in their hearts that an Afghan tulip was about to be picked away by an outsider.

Allah punishes this infidel.

"Yeah!~"

Lin Mo responded noncommittally to Sally's attentiveness.

In the camp of the Patan migrants, bonfires were burning. This battle was inevitable, and the men, women, and children in the valley were ready to fight to the death.

If he wins, he can officially become the master of this valley and enjoy a peaceful life. If he loses, he will be left alone and there will be no future.

The mercenary leader Aibik patrolled in front of the young men who were fully armed and ready to go. He looked up and down at these energetic and high-spirited young people. His originally uneasy heart cheered up a little.

Although they were originally a ragtag group, after a day of assault training, they managed to learn some cooperative tactics instead of just shooting randomly. Facing hundreds of enemies, the number of these young men was still too small.

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