Chapter 302

With a weight of 20kg and a maximum speed of 5km, the fangs team is now marching at a speed of 10 minutes. Even though the terrain is complex, it is still advancing at an incredible speed.

"Boss, there is a secret sentry at 1500 meters ahead." Ma Hongyuan has always been in the front of the team, occupying the high spot and investigating the situation at the first time.

"Silent killing, do not attract the attention of the armed elements!"

Qin Chuan ordered that his feet move. The whole person is like a cheetah. In the hot desert, it's like a black line, rushing to the position Ma Hongyuan said.

Two armed men with crude rifles are walking around bored. Their duty is to guard and prevent the poor people in the town from escaping.

Listening to the continuous howling from the distance, the two armed men stretched out their necks and looked into the town, licking their lips. It was obvious that the poor people's howling made them very excited.

"Poof!" Suddenly, this kind of sound is hard to describe, like a sharp blade cutting white paper.

One of the armed men opened his eyes wide. A bloody long knife pierced his chest. Without even screaming, his neck was broken.

Another militant just reacted and was knocked down by a dark shadow, then spattered with blood.

When dealing with the armed elements, Qin Chuan never gives up. He looks at the man lying on the ground and pulling out. With a grim smile, he looks at the dilapidated town in the distance.

"Boy, don't move or make a sound here, you know?"

A woman hid her daughter. Looking at her child's frightened eyes with tears in them, she turned to open the door and ran out. She had to lead the armed elements away.

Otherwise, a girl who has just come of age will fall into the hands of those animals, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Dad, help!"

A middle-aged man was trampled by the armed men and looked at his son who was hanged. He was only six years old!

The little boy was dumped in the air, below is a hot oil pot, firewood burning very strong.

"Captain, when he resisted, he killed our two brothers!" An armed man sneered.

About 100 armed men attacked the town this time. They attacked the town with great speed and slaughtered nearly half of the civilians.

The captain was a man with a scar on his face. At this time, he looked at the middle-aged man who was holding a rope at his feet with a grim smile. He said in the local language of Ailan, "your son's life is in your hands!"

With that, the scar captain stabbed a sharp dagger into the middle-aged man's arm.

The man screamed in pain, blood spilled from the wound, and the tendons on his head burst, but he still didn't loosen the rope. The sharp pain from his arm made his eyes more persistent.

As scar captain pulled out the dagger, blood line splashed, but his hands holding the rope were still firm.

"Son, I will not let go until I die!"

In the middle-aged man's eyes, there is only his son hanging upside down on the oil pan. At this time, if he lets go, the child will die instantly, and the hot oil pan will swallow the little boy's life in an instant.

"It's bold, brothers. Torture him slowly. Don't die too fast!"

Scar team leader grins grimly, and several armed men gather around him, with sharp knives and barbs in their hands. If they don't stab into the middle-aged man's body, they will bring a large piece of flesh.

"Daddy The boy yelled hoarsely. He stopped crying all of a sudden. He calmly looked at his father below. The six-year-old boy's eyes were full of despair. He even got up to untie the rope tied to his leg.

The years of war make the children of this country mature early. They should be full of innocence, but they bear the most miserable environment in the world. They can only struggle and lose their lives at any time in the dark years of chaos and turbulence!

"Sal, no!" Middle aged man roars, eyes canthus to crack!

"Dad, then you won't suffer. Sal has lived enough..."

The six-year-old boy is full of despair and can't see the dawn. The fever has just passed, and the rejuvenated Ailan is once again shrouded in darkness!

"Whoosh!" I untied Sal's legs, fell down quickly, and closed my eyes in despair. Maybe this is liberation.

However, at this time, a black shadow rushed over like lightning, flying over the air, holding Sal who was immediately transferred into the oil pan in his arms, rolling to one side at the same time, a rebuke sounded.

"Get rid of them, not one of them!"

The roar was intense. The militant, who was still stepping on the middle-aged man, did not respond. After a loud noise, he was half gone.

The destructive power of anti equipment sniper rifle is too great. In such a town, it's a massacre!

Sal Meng is in Qin Chuan's arms. He looks up and looks at the man holding him. His sense of security makes him cry. Father lying on the ground, the outflow of blood, the ground sand soaked into red.

After a few breaths, all the fighters died.

After putting down Sal, Qin Chuan picked up the middle-aged man, looked at his skin and flesh, and nodded on him.

Ma Hongyuan came to talk with him in ilang's local dialect“ Boss, the rest of the fighters are searching for survivors in the town... "

To understand the situation, Qin Chuan made a few simple gestures, and the fangs quickly dived into the distant street. Soon, the gunfire and scream sounded again.

Half an hour later, no one in the fangs team was injured and returned to Qinchuan to gather here.

"Boss, wipe out the eastern region."

"The western region will be wiped out!"

Qin Chuan sat on a wooden table. The middle-aged man lost too much blood, but his life was not in danger.

"Lao Ma, you are responsible for calling out all the survivors in the town. Take this little guy with you, gather them together and move them."

Qin Chuan thought for a moment when the fangs squadron was annihilating the armed elements. He still tried his best to take the refugees and move them close to the peacekeeping circle, so as to reduce casualties

The refugees did not dare to show up. They were afraid of being trapped by the armed elements. Until night fell, Qin Chuan raised a bonfire in the center of the town, and the rest of the tusk team were responsible for the surrounding area of the town.

"Lao Ma, just communicate with them and say what I think. If you don't force anyone, they may have a chance to move. The counter attack organized by Yongye is not as simple as it seems."

The massacre of civilians in border areas is meaningless. Once it causes the anger of other countries, it will even lead to joint retaliation. At that time, the losses will be heavy. Not to mention, it will only kill a small number of civilians.

"Fever should come to this country again!"

Qin Chuan shakes his head. He has no little contact with the armed men. He knows that the cruelty and madness of those people are not enough to describe the demons.

During this period, Qin Chuan also talked with the person in charge of the peacekeeping circle by telephone, saying that the military is willing to build concentration camps so that the refugees can gather together, so that the virus outbreak or armed attacks can respond quickly.