AD.2015, Central Africa

Asian soldiers in their twenties were lying tightly on the wet ground in the African tropical rainforest. A US-made COLT-type M-4 carbine was tightly held in their hands. The black eyes were staring at the front, and the AK-47 was fired while slowly approaching the African anti-government armed forces. The thick black men in dark green camouflage uniforms were holding several kilograms of rifles and spraying fire tongues in the direction he was hiding. Although they didn't know where the opponent was, fire suppression was obviously needed before the attack.

This well-equipped soldier wearing jungle digital camouflage is named Qin Feng. As he looks, he is a mercenary fighting in a chaotic Africa. Like most soldiers who retired from the army, could not integrate into a normal society and had the dream of making money, since the special forces in the military region retired three years ago, he received a large amount of retirement subsidy and stayed in the allocated agency for a year, he went directly to Israel and joined the security company there.

The so-called security company is just a small mercenary agency with a coat. The company's business is in Africa and the Middle East. Qin Feng has been struggling in these two desolate places for two years, and the blood on his hands has been stained with a lot of it.

The bullet passed over the top of his head, making a "chubby" sound of breaking through the air, passing through the trees beside him, leaving an irregular round bullet hole, and the blooming bark bounced on Qin Feng's face, which made him feel a little painful.

The soldiers looked ahead, but found a large number of militants rushing towards this side in straggling lines. The times have developed to the 21st century. No matter how behind Africa is, the basic infantry exercises are still understood.

"What should I do? Captain." Pressing the call button next to the headset, Qin Feng began to ask the captain of the mercenary team with a short-range wireless communicator. Since last night, at the request of the employer, the 8-person mercenary team has been trapped here by dozens of militants chasing them. Along the way, the corpses of two mercenaries have been left behind. One of the heads was smashed by 7.62mm bullets used by AK-47, and the other was directly blown into two pieces by shells fired by the 82mm mortar.

Fierce gunfire sounds came from the communicator, and at the same time, on the east side of the woods, the sound of M249 machine gun shooting came, "Fight to the end! Drag a few people into the water!" The former French foreign army officer, who had been through many battles, was still calm, even at the last moment.

Surrounded by dozens of people in a small woods, without heavy weapons, everyone is not Rambo, and these black people are not stupid pigs in the "Black Hawk Down". Death in battle is the best ending. If they are captured alive, they may be directly pierced from the chrysanthemums by the tree stumps and then placed in the sun until they die.

Mercenaries would not be protected by the Geneva Convention, and African anti-government soldiers would not care about international conventions. Both sides fought for money, so they would fight to the death like animals.

"Yes." Qin Feng's voice did not fluctuate at all. As a common war animal, death will come sooner or later. Anyway, I have enjoyed enough everything in the past few years, so there is no problem to go on the road with peace of mind. It's just that the traditional Chinese sentiment of falling leaves returning to their roots made him feel a little regretful.

He crawled forward on the ground, trying his best to get out of the central axis of fire propulsion of the militants, rolled over and rolled into a puddle, and the 5.56 mm muzzle was exposed, aiming at the enemy infantry behind a modified truck carrying a large caliber machine gun. The M68CCO red dot scope locked the machine gunner on the truck, pressed the trigger slightly, and a short three-shot shot was shot.

The bullet with a speed of several times the speed of sound flew over a hundred meters. After 0.01 seconds, two blood flowers burst out from the chest of the black man with his upper body. Then the third bullet passed through his neck artery. Under the strong pressure of the heart pumping blood, the bright red blood even sprayed 10 meters away, and then it fell down from the car obliquely.

Without stopping, he jumped out of the puddle, lowered his body and rushed forward to a tree on the right to hide under a tree on his right. He just lay down and the black soldier who was originally attacked and lie down to hide in the puddle took only a few seconds to determine the location of the attacker. He first swept it with AK-47, and then heard a "touch" sound, and a grenade shot out, and exploded into the puddle and splashed a large splash of water.

"Hmph." He snorted lightly. Qin Feng was not the victim of those movies. As a professional war machine, of course he knew that he could not shoot more than 2 times in one place.

The deadly barrel extended out again, aiming at the gradually dispersed attack formation of the rebels. A 35mm grenade was sent into the M203 grenade launcher mounted under the barrel.

With a "bang", the grenade rushed out of the launcher, drew a long parabola in the sky, pierced into the front line of stragglers, and then exploded violently, spreading thumb-sized shrapnel into all directions.

A large blood mist suddenly burst out from the black man's body less than 1 meter away from the bounce point. Qin Feng clearly saw from the 1.5x scope that his upper body was riddled with holes, and then the skull was cut off, and the white liquid mixed with blood was flying all over the sky. The body was pushed two meters away and then he fell heavily to the ground, leaving no sound.

The two people who were a little farther away, the neck of the man standing on the left seemed to be cut by a sharp blade. After the blood was sprayed, his head fell on his neck at a strange angle, and then lay straight on the ground. The person who was farther away had his left foot cut off by a shrapnel and fell to the ground and howled. However, judging from the amount of blood spray, most of the arteries for blood supply were cut off, and it was only a matter of time before he died of blood loss.

The enemy had rushed to a distance of more than 50 meters. At this time, there was no need to switch the attack position. There was no fear of the coming death. Qin Feng quickly installed new grenades, aimed, fired, and exploded several people, then raised his rifle and started a long series of shooting.

Yellow bullets ejected from the bullet bay and slowly landed on the ground, colliding with stones, making a jingle sound. Several militants who were rushing quickly were hit, their bodies tilted and fell to the ground. The rest immediately lay down and began to shoot against Qin Feng.

He turned around, rushed forward a few steps, and then rolled down another, jumped under a small mound. The bullets that chased him then flew the dust on it.

‘Bang!’ A grenade hit the mound, and dust radiated to the surroundings.

"Damn it." Before I could slap the dust on my head, I quickly removed the empty magazine, inserted a new magazine, 'scrambled' and pulled the bolt, and loaded the rifle again.

"Tatta." He lowered his body and used three bullets to knock down the enemy in front who was about to stand up. The body with only half of his head was still left. He shot another short shot, resulting in the life of an enemy hiding behind the tree. The latter was obviously a recruit, who actually tried to block the powerful penetration of the rifle bullets with a tree with a diameter of only half a meter.

The next second, the gunshots of dozens of automatic rifles sounded again, crackling like fried beans. In an instant, the leaves in the woods were riddled with holes. Two 7.62mm bullets hit Qin Feng's chest, who was shooting in a kneeling position. He felt like an 8-pound hammer hitting his chest. His body flew back and fell heavily to the ground. The weak nerves on his neck were hit by the sudden inertia, and a feeling of dizziness came.

The medium-sized bulletproof vest can block the penetration of bullets, but the huge kinetic energy contained cannot be stopped. Qin Feng moaned a few painful moans while lying on the ground, and the huge pain from his chest made him difficult to breathe and unable to move.

At the front, two enemies who had already rushed to about twenty meters jumped up. Because they were knocked down by rifles, Qin Feng fell down from the hill. Several people rushed up quickly. Only by rushing to the top of the small mound could they see whether Qin Feng was dead or alive.

The 'papapapapapapa' rifle had already landed in the distance. Qin Feng saw several figures appearing on the top of the mound several meters away. He pulled out the 92F automatic pistol inside the leg cover, raised his hand and shot the person who was in charge. Before the figure behind raised the gun, he used a 9mm Dam bullet to penetrate the latter's neck.

"Ph." The recoil of the pistol hit and pressed the chest injury. Qin Feng vomited blood and struggled to crawl for a few meters. The huge pain in his chest made him lie on the ground.

In an instant, it seemed that even the strength of raising his right hand and shooting with a pistol was sucked away by the huge pain, and several of the sternum seemed to have been broken.

"Then, prepare to die." He said to himself. Suddenly, he felt that the gunshots in the distance had stopped. All he could hear was nearby. The "thump" gunshots made by dozens of enemies AK-47 suppressed the shooting. "Damn, killing more than 10 people is enough!" A slightly ferocious smile appeared on his face covered in blood and soil, and he slowly raised the pistol in his right hand.

Several figures rushed up the mound and watched the mercenaries below raise their pistols to aim at them. The leading black soldiers squatted on the ground with well-trained RPG-7 in front of them had already aimed at Qin Feng lying on the ground.

"Ka" Qin Feng pulled the trigger, and there was indeed a crisp sound of empty-stopping the empty-stopper. He smiled softly and threw the bullet-free pistol aside.
Chapter completed!