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"For Gem Valley! Rush!"

"For the family! Go for it!"

"To survive! Rush!"

It didn't matter that Omar's team had a targeted charge in the corner. The young men in Tampa who didn't know the truth were completely furious. Without any orders being given, they suddenly jumped out of the bunker and roared out of the bunker. Go out and jump straight at the opponent.

Companions fell one after another, hatred covering their eyes. They completely lost their past rationality, and they only thought about revenge. Only by tearing the enemy into pieces can they relieve the hatred in their hearts.

"Come back, come back, you idiots!"

The experienced mercenaries knew something was wrong, so they rushed to stop it, relying on their positions to slowly defeat the opponent. They had the advantage of the ground but charged recklessly. Isn't that looking for death?

Even though these Patan boys usually carry guns on their backs and keep their ammunition close to their bodies, they are not much better than the mob. Although they advocate force, they have no organization or discipline at all.

It was known that there was no profound lesson in the discipline of this ragtag group of people, but these mercenaries had no choice but to be taken out. Only a handful of them could maintain their sense and did not rush out of the clouds rashly.

“For the dollars!”

"For cigarettes and wine!"

"for freedom!"

"for health!"

The gangsters shouted various slogans to cheer themselves up, jumped out from the ground and from behind temporary shelters, and fought with each other.

The thing that both sides shout the most and the most repeatedly is "Allah's blessing!"

"Come on, come on, you idiots! Come on, brothers!"

Muzatuyev shouted at the back, driving his men to attack. The sudden charge of the young men of Gemstone Valley was just what he wanted. At a glance, it was obvious that they were a bunch of inexperienced rookies. How could the defender not occupy the space in the melee? If you launch a counterattack when you have an advantage, isn't this a target?

He was confident that the group of veterans he led were definitely stronger than the civilians who had just gathered. They could enter the mountain pass with just one charge.

The lethality of automatic weapons exploded to its maximum lethality almost at this moment, and people kept falling down. The fallen people either struggled and let out painful xxx, or they remained motionless and made no sound.

A flashing silver shadow suddenly rushed out from the mountain pass like a gust of wind, and entered the melee. At this moment, the battle for close positions that was about to take shape turned into a one-sided massacre.

Wherever the sword energy spread, there was a bloody storm, broken arms and limbs, and screams.

"What, what a monster!"

"Help!"

"Fire, fire! By Allah!"

"If I can't kill him, someone will save me!"

"ah……"

The heart-rending screams completely overwhelmed the gunshots for a while and became the theme song on the battlefield.

"This, this, what is this? Is it the devil?"

Muzatuyev witnessed with his own eyes a dozen of his men, who were torn into pieces by a sudden silver shape in the blink of an eye. This kind of visual and auditory blow that he experienced made him A great terror surged up in my heart.

What kind of monster is this? In the criss-crossing firepower, it completely ignores the back and forth fire of the AK and directly tears apart the skirmisher line, harvesting lives wantonly like the god of death.

As the sword was swung, almost no one noticed that the mutilated guns, bullets and other metal fragments disappeared silently.

"Lord 'Knight'!"

Many Patan people are accustomed to calling Lin Mo "Sir". The young Patan who recognized the figure cheered. Cold weapons are the best melee weapons. Lin Mo's sudden appearance was completely disrupted. The militants set up a firepower network.

In just a short moment of confusion, the young men of Patan had already rushed into the ranks of the militants. In close combat, the AK-47 was worse than a fire stick and could even kill or injure one's own people.

The Pathans, who have always been known for their bravery and war, have been taught to worship warriors since childhood, and everyone has a scimitar on their body.

There is a proverb among the Pathans: "The most terrifying things in the world are the fangs of poisonous snakes, the claws of tigers, and the scimitars of Pathans."

The Pathan scimitar was once as famous as the cobra in India and the tiger in Bengal. They were all formidable objects.

Putting on the weapons they were born with, the Pathans suddenly gained the upper hand. The whole battle suddenly turned into a duel field of cold weapons and gunpowder weapons. The Pathan boys who advocated bravery raised their arms high The scimitar, together with Lin Mo, cut off the enemy's head and became his own merit in battle.

"Don't retreat, hold on, hold on!" Muzatuyev obviously knew what good things he would get after retreating. He yelled crazily to prevent his men from retreating, and even shot and killed one of his men who tried to escape on the spot. .

Muzatuyev's two men swept rubble to the ground, blocking the collapse and telling those guys who had completely lost their will to fight that escaping would be a dead end.

The white man was not someone to be trifled with. Even if he ran away, in this vast wilderness with no supplies and no water, he would be dead no matter where he ran.

Muzatuyev's ferocity frightened the panicked militants. These militants knew how vicious this sinister guy was, so they immediately woke up and stopped the rout.

With the threat of death on both sides, the desperate situation forced the brutality of these gangsters to fight with the young men of Patan.

The sound of gunshots, the clash of knives, and screams were endless.

Lin Mo seemed to be strolling around, reaping the lives of his enemies with ease. The armor he wore was not just a simple part of the original J-10 car, but a giant golden dragon that came to have a late-night snack. No one noticed that he was wearing it. The appearance of this set of armor has been slightly changed. The shape is more aggressive and ferocious. The long sword in the hand is even more sharp. Wherever it passes, it is like a hot knife cutting butter. There is no obstacle between the two halves, and there is no need to even use the fighting spirit. Use.

The vanguard of the coalition forces of the "Taliban", "Allah Purification Group", "Jihadi Army" and "World Uyghur Congress" have smashed their heads and shed blood. Let alone test the combat effectiveness in the Gem Valley, can they even survive whole body? Retreating is between the two, let alone seizing the opportunity to attack the valley in one go.

"Report, report, ahead, find the 'Silver Devil' ahead!"

The panting leader with a small navy blue square hat rode a tall Arabian horse from a distance and rushed into the camp only 10 kilometers away from the Gem Valley Pass.

The middle-aged white man stood in the middle of the temporary camp, in a tent that could accommodate almost fifty or sixty people, studying the map and thinking about how to plan and build this paradise that was about to be obtained.

"'Silver Devil'?" The middle-aged white man was stunned. The power between his fingers seemed to have lost control. With a click, the pencil between his fingers was broken. He did not express dissatisfaction with the leader with a small navy blue square hat who rushed in. , waved his hand and said: "I understand, get out."

"Mr. Lawrence, Muzatuyev's people can hardly hold on anymore. That's a hundred people." To be honest, the leader of the small navy hat did not expect that the rumored "silver devil" actually did nothing. The secret weapon came out at the critical moment, and unexpectedly killed him in the first trial battle.

"It's okay. Let them hold him back for a while, and then send him a hundred more people to support him. 'Silver Devil'? Humph, since he showed up in such a hurry, then don't even think about leaving."

The middle-aged white man named Lawrence sneered and waved his hand again, "Go and make arrangements immediately. Don't let the 'Silver Devil' escape. This is the real big fish."

"But, but..." The leader with the small navy blue square hat looked embarrassed. He had heard how powerful the "Silver Devil" was.

But seeing is better than seeing. Tonight when he used night vision binoculars outside the battlefield to observe, he found that not only was he not overestimating, but he was far underestimating. The truth was more terrifying than the rumors said.

Mr. Lawrence's order is clearly to use the lives of the brothers as bait to hold back this "silver devil". Although the back-up plan arranged by Mr. Lawrence is very powerful, even more powerful than the "silver devil". Okay, but it will cost more people’s lives.

"It's nothing! Execute it immediately, immediately. If the other party runs away, humph, you don't have to live anymore, I will replace you with someone else." Lawrence's eyes showed a cold murderous look, which made the leader with the small navy hat immediately behind him. Breaking out in a cold sweat, he hurriedly retreated to pick out those who would die.

Compared with the reward of eight million US dollars, what do these miserable lives in Afghanistan mean? As long as you have money, you can't buy anything?

In a war-torn land, Afghans who are poor and fearful can turn into tigers and wolves for a bite to eat, and there is an endless supply of cannon fodder.

More importantly, if you establish relationships with those truly powerful families, you will have the opportunity to obtain a lot of advanced equipment that money cannot buy, and the future development of the organization will be even more promising.

In any case, eight million US dollars is a considerable amount of wealth.

Organizations such as the "Taliban", "Allah Purification Mission", "Jihadi Army" and "World Uyghur Congress" only want territory, but they don't know that the real big fish are hidden among these Pathans. This is a great benefit. , he is determined.

Seeing the leader with the small navy blue square hat exiting the tent, he picked up the walkie-talkie on the corner of the large square table with the map, adjusted the channel, put it to his ear, and said directly: "I am Lawrence. The target has appeared, no matter life or death."

After a while, in a corner of the camp, two tents that were almost the same size as the tent in the center of the camp suddenly heard the roar of engines. In one corner of the tent that was not completely fixed, the thick canvas was suddenly lifted up, and two " Stryker" wheeled armored vehicle, under the astonished gaze of everyone in the camp, rushed out of the camp and drove away.

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