"Damn it! Damn it…Bastard!"
In the armored command vehicle, his furious father was cursing the 141 Special Task Force, saying harmless things like " b * stard " and " d * mn ".
If it were Lin Qing, he could switch back and forth between the various national curses in the Great Heaven Dynasty's dialect, scolding you until you doubted your life.
This was the accumulation of civilization, and Westerners could not learn it.
"Sir, the statistics are out!"
The mercenary in charge of intelligence carefully looked at his furious father. He was also afraid that he would be implicated.
His father suddenly quieted down, like a wounded beast emitting a dark and terrifying aura.
"Speak!"
Gu Dong
The intelligence officer gulped. A calm father was scarier than an angry one. He was a little hesitant to tell him the statistics.
This was definitely the news of a volcanic eruption.
After thinking for a few tenths of a second, he finally made up his mind and said,"The five M1 tanks of the assault team were all destroyed. The surrounding troops lost a total of 316 people, 67 were seriously injured, and 25 were lightly injured.”
" Of which, 280 of our men died. The deputy commander and five of the team leaders died. The Red Turban Army died…36!" the intelligence officer said in a softer voice.”
A terrifying killing intent filled the narrow armored vehicle. His father's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it. His mind was now a mess, and he was already in a daze.
They had brought out a total of 300 people, but 280 of them had been killed in one go. All the core members had been blown up. How could his father accept this?
"Are there any casualties in Task Force 141?”
"Uh…I don't know. The Red Turban Army and our surviving members have all retreated to the armored vehicles. No one dares to go past Position 141 to check.”
bang
Unable to suppress his anger, his father kicked the intelligence officer away and shouted,"Investigate, investigate! I want them dead! They must die!"
"Cough cough…Yes!"
The intelligence officer, who was smashed into the steel carriage and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, hurriedly struggled to get up, opened the door, and ran out as if he was escaping.
After the intelligence officer left, Father put on an apologetic expression and said,""Mr. Victor, I'm really sorry!”
He did not know what to say. He felt that his dignity had been trampled on by the Black Bone commander again and again. He did not dare to brag anymore.
Victor felt sorry for his father. He had made so many preparations and was still killed. He was really unlucky.
"It's not your fault, but I'm curious how the 141 Special Task Force managed to bring in so many bombs. Didn't your intelligence system detect any traces?”
His father's expression changed. This was the key. Not only did they have such terrifying weapons like the cloud explosive bombs and white phosphorous bombs, but how did they bring them to the Black Continent Prairie?
These weapons were not something that ordinary people could buy, especially the individual cloud explosive rockets, which were rare even in the underground world's black market.
This time, the perfect way to shift the blame was out. It was the intelligence department's dereliction of duty that led to the heavy losses.
On the battlefield.
About a thousand meters away from them, a self-made bulletproof car wrapped in steel plates was lying in ambush in the forest. It looked extremely ferocious, just like an early tank. It was completely pieced together from a few large steel plates.
"Yuri, you have a problem with your aesthetics. This broken car is just like you…so f * cking ugly!”
Soap looked at Urey with disdain. This car was just like Urey's race. They liked to be stupid, big, black, and rough. It was not exquisite at all.
Seeing that Urey and Soap were about to quarrel again, Lin Qing slapped Soap's head and scolded,""Stop talking nonsense. It's not a wedding car. Why do you want it to be beautiful and exquisite?”
He jumped on the roof of the car and touched the Browning M2 heavy machine gun with satisfaction. He praised Urey,""Yuri did a good job. I think it's very practical. Which one of you is good at driving? Let's get excited!"
"I'll do it," Spectre immediately said.”
"Forget it. Where did you put my Qian Dui?”
Xiao Qiang opened the car door and pushed Qian Dui in. The older the ginger, the spicier it was. This was what an experienced driver should be like.
Lin Qing also felt that Qian Dui was more reliable, so he shouted,""Let's go and play with the dogs. They must be very aggrieved now, right? Hahaha!"
Then, the few of them got into the car. Qian Dui started the off-road vehicle and dashed far away, charging in the direction of his father.
Soon, they had rushed a few hundred meters and could already see a group of Red Turban Army soldiers gathered in the vicinity of the armored vehicles.
Lin Qing's eyes flashed with madness as he stood up and opened the sunroof.
Kacha
He loaded the heavy machine gun and aimed it at the crowd.
“comeonbaby! I'll scratch your itch, hahahaha!"
He laughed maniacally and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Clack, clack. The muzzle of the gun spewed out a half-meter-long flame, and dozens of large-caliber bullets were fired in a second.
Bang bang bang
The bullet hit the small forest where the Red Turban Army was in the blink of an eye. The powerful bullet mercilessly tore apart everything that stood in its way, whether it was flesh and blood, flowers, or trees.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Many of the Red Turban Army soldiers were split in two at the waist, or hit in the head or chest.
But this was even worse…His head exploded like a watermelon, and a hole the size of a basketball was punched through his chest.
"Enemy attack!"
The remaining twenty or so Dain mercenaries screamed, but it seemed to be useless. The Red Turban Army, which was completely a motley crew, was now running for their lives like headless flies.
As the saying went, the more afraid of death, the faster one died. The Red Turban Army was currently demonstrating this gatha.
However, there was a limited amount of machine gun ammunition, and after firing three ammo boxes, they realized that the Red Turban Army had learned their lesson after one or two hundred people died. They all hid and did not show their faces.
Lin Qing smacked his lips as if he had not had enough. He took out a beeper. Because there was a loudspeaker on the roof of the car, he was ready to launch an attack.
"The old dogs and puppies of the Dayon Company…nmsl!”
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