To be precise, the prisoners of war disappeared from their sight. Chen Shin-chan took his former subordinates to form a large circle and closely monitor the hole on the ground. The hole, which was dozens of meters long and less than two meters wide, did not exist before. A bunch of mud and sand flew out from below, piled up into small hills outside, and the endless mud and sand flowed backwards like a waterfall. It was hard to tell how many shovels were digging on the ground, but Gao Feng knew that at least more than thirty people were digging holes below.

Gao Feng began to think that Chen Shin-Sign drove prisoners of war to dig the tomb pit for burying the corpse, and then found something wrong. The tomb pit for burying the corpse would take at most more than one meter, but the current tomb pit made the tall prisoners of war unable to even see the head. It was obvious that Chen Shin-Sign was having other ideas.

The word "buried alive" suddenly jumped into Gao Feng's mind, which made him frightened. Chen Zhi was too brave. He didn't even ask himself, but he killed prisoners of war without asking him. A burst of anger made Gao Feng walk over excitedly. He wanted to ask Chen Zhi what his idea was?

After only three or two steps, Gao Feng stopped again. He was still having a headache about these prisoners of war. Now it is not a way to deal with prisoners of war. After all, he has no way to force prisoners of war to surrender to him. Gu Cun and the soldiers of the newly formed third regiment were betrayed by the army and had nowhere to go, so he had to surrender to him. These prisoners of war are not. They will escape as long as they have the opportunity. Gao Feng has no way to take care of him at all times.

Chen Zhi didn't know that Gao Feng was looking at him. Now he didn't think too much, he only knew that he could not make the prisoners of war. Otherwise, the rifles in his hands were not as good as wooden sticks. Empty-hand fighting was a skill that every soldier knew since childhood. The ability to fight hand-to-hand is far beyond what they, such as their amateur security guards, could only eliminate hidden dangers by killing these prisoners of war.

In fact, Chen Xin was confused. He forgot that the bandits who were carrying things not far away, and that the Galas were all butchers who killed people without blinking. As long as they drove the prisoners of war to the warehouse to move things around the warehouse, they didn't need to worry about anything. Unfortunately, he didn't believe anyone, and only believed that the dead prisoners of war were the most honest prisoners of war.

"Enough, you can climb out by yourself..."

The prisoners were terrified of digging holes, and they were digging three meters, but no one stopped. The depth of three meters made most of the thrown mud and sand fall back into the pit. If they continued to dig, no one knew whether they would be buried alive by the mud and sand they dug. Suddenly, when Chen signal shouted, the prisoners' tense nerves relaxed. After all, the physical energy consumed by digging such a deep pit was unimaginable.

"We can't get out..., give me a rope..."

The prisoners of war were without doubt, and they looked at the edge of the pit above their heads and shouted helplessly. Unfortunately, what they waited for was not the rope that let them leave, but the mud and sand like waterfalls. The rolling mud and sand immediately fascinated their eyes. They could not see anything, and could only feel countless mud and sand hitting their heads and faces. In the desperate environment where there was no way to escape, the prisoners of war had no other way except crying and cursing. Pushing mud and sand from the ground to the hole was the easiest. The former security guards of the security regiment took action together, and soon filled the pit that the prisoners of war had worked hard to dig, and even the previous corpses were filled in. Apart from the bloodstains walking around at the Ninth Logistics Station, no trace of the soldiers was found.

When Chen Shink dropped the first pile of mud and sand, he fell into a mess, with fear, tension, excitement, and panic. The sounds of wailing in his ears were like steel whips, whipping on his soul, making him hysterical in regret and mania. In an extremely tense atmosphere, each of his subordinates was as high as him. His blood-red eyes could not see anything else. He only knew how to mechanically push mud and sand into the pit. When all thirty-five prisoners of war were buried alive and no sound came, they still refused to give up. They woke up suddenly after they could no longer find the soil on the ground. At this time, most people's hands were worn out by mud and sand, and blood was dripping.

When Chen Xian killed prisoners of war, Gao Feng couldn't bear to watch it anymore. He walked around the logistics station. After walking, he arrived at the place where Feng Shengjie named Gao Feng before. It was the most hidden place in the logistics station. The back side of the ring-shaped guarding. As soon as he passed, he saw people entering and leaving covered their noses, and then he smelled a stench of corpses.

Gao Feng has always believed that the underground world is more civilized than the ground. The ground kills people and the city is full of wilderness. The dignity of human nature is trampled on, and cultural heritage is even more severe. Therefore, Gao Feng does not have much hostility towards the underground, and is just angry at the underground military. He has never thought of never ending. But what he saw at this moment makes him no longer regret killing prisoners of war.

The underground soldiers are undoubtedly qualified soldiers and have received high-intensity training since childhood. It can be said that everyone is the elite among the elites. Otherwise, the army of a company would have almost forced Gao Feng and others to a dead end. Even as an enemy, Gao Feng recognized it in his heart, but he never expected that these soldiers would do such a crazy thing.

Behind the logistics station is actually an open-air garbage dump, with garbage accumulated over the logistics station. The garbage here is only a small part, but more of it is the corpses of women. If the women in the warehouse are just humiliated, then all the corpses here have been destroyed.

Looking at the dense corpses, there were no less than dozens. Among them, they died for too long and had swollen and rotten, like black airbags, emitting a pungent stench. Some of them had just died shortly after they were covered with dense wounds. Many of them broke through the chest and abdomen, and even the internal organs were accumulated, like mushrooms.

When Gao Feng saw these corpses, he felt angry at the first time. Then he found that most of the corpses were inferior people, and many of them were underage children. It can be seen that the underground army had an outrageous extreme disgust towards inferior people, which made him commit such atrocities.

Just as Gao Feng was silently mourning the bodies, the transportation team behind finally arrived. Under the surveillance of the two Galas, the little girl quietly walked to Gao Feng. Without waiting for Gao Feng to stop her, she saw everything Gao Feng saw in her eyes, and her whole body suddenly trembled.

"Let's go, there's nothing good to look at, it's just a stalemate..."

The soldier at the ninth logistics station had been killed by Chen Shin. Gao Feng didn't want to pursue the matter anymore. The dead inferior women could only become a unsolved case, but he didn't want any shadows to fall in the little girl's heart. Unexpectedly, Gao Feng's casual persuasion finally pried open the little girl's silent mouth.

"I've seen a larger abandoned corpse than this. It's very big and there are so many people inside that I can't count it..."

The little girl's voice was not good or bad. She had a hint of ethereal ghost spirit, which made her scalp numb. The focus of her eyes was not in the stinky garbage dump in front of her, staring at the vain darkness ahead, and she could not find the focus.

"Who did it?"

Gao Feng was not angry. He had seen more corpses in his two lives than many people had seen. He was very curious about the little girl's experience, but he was even more curious about the origin of the little girl. It was incredible that this young girl could control the fierce killing of bandits.

"The inferior people should not appear. They are born full of sin, so they must die..."

The little girl did not answer Gao Feng's question, and said this as if she was singing. Gao Feng wanted to interrupt, but didn't know what to say. At this time, the little girl turned around and walked outside, making Gao Feng shout anxiously from behind:

"What's your name? I haven't told me yet..."

Without an answer, the little girl returned to her previous silence. At this time, Feng Shengjie walked up in embarrassment and said to Gao Feng hesitantly:

"Boss, things are not good. We found a lot of signals in the communication equipment of the logistics station. The nearest distance is less than three hours, so it's time for us to go..."

Feng Shengjie felt guilty because he had not maximized his interests. Many essential scarce materials had not been loaded. On the one hand, there was a small amount of manpower, and on the other hand, the women in the gathering place he arranged before. If this was not the case, they would have enough time to complete the preparations for departure.

Gao Feng did not think about the so-called precious materials. He was attracted by Feng Shengjie's words and asked Feng Shengjie in surprise:

"How many signals are there in total? How many troops are each representing? Can they find their numbers? Can you monitor their communication equipment?"

What Gao Feng cares about most is not weapons and ammunition, nor material wealth, but intelligence. Now they are in a dark spot on the ground and don’t know what they might encounter next. With intelligence, it’s very different, which means that he can take the initiative in his hands.

Feng Shengjie is the most reliable in doing things. Gao Feng asked him to be confident and immediately replied:

"There are seven signals in total, all nearby mercenaries. Generally speaking, each mercenary has a number of between 100 and 300 people. If more than 300 people are not available for effective supply, we do not have a secret key for communication and decryption. But we can move the communication equipment away..."

Feng Shengjie also understood the wonderful uses of communication equipment. With this equipment, it is equivalent to having a search radar. Although the underground world is mixed, it is generally divided into two forces: one is the military force and the other is the wandering forces in the wild. The difference is effective communication. After all, the complex geographical environment underground makes communication extremely difficult. If it has nothing to do with the army, long-distance communication equipment cannot be obtained at all.

Gao Feng was about to go to camp when he suddenly thought of something and frowned. The underground people were not idiots. When they saw the communication equipment being moved away, they would definitely find loopholes in communication. If the communication method was changed, they might fall into a trap. In this way... "

"You can't move away. Go and find Chen's signal and ask him to find a way to disassemble some of the equipment and assemble it on the seized security team equipment. The remaining subjects will be blown up, and at least make others believe that we have no way to take away the communication equipment here...

"If that is the case, the supplies cannot be taken away. There are also the vehicles here. We want them to believe that we need flexible mobility and that any object that may be dragged down must be abandoned..."

Gao Feng's request made Feng Shengjie excited, so that he could solve the problem of not being able to take away the materials. After all, communication equipment is more important than materials. According to Gao Feng's proposal, it just happened to kill two birds with one stone. I believe that no one except the inferior people feel sorry for the materials here.

"In this way, let the inferior people abandon their original motorcycles, drive away all the hound motorcycles, and change their weapons and equipment, carry ammunition and food as much as possible, and then take away all the fuel cells. The rest are blown up, but they can't blow up, leaving some that makes them think we are leaving in a hurry..."
Chapter completed!