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Chapter 302: Saving the Poor in Small Towns

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    The Fang Team carries a load of 20 kilograms and can travel at the fastest speed of five kilometers in ten minutes. Now they are traveling lightly, and even in complex terrain, they are still advancing at an incredible speed.

    "Boss, there is a hidden sentry 1,500 meters ahead." Ma Hongyuan always remained at the front of the team, occupying the high point and investigating the situation immediately.

    ¡°Kill silently, don¡¯t attract the attention of the militants!¡±

    Qin Chuan ordered, and with a movement of his feet, he was like a cheetah, like a black line in the hot desert, rushing towards the location mentioned by Ma Hongyuan.

    Two armed men holding simple rifles were walking back and forth out of boredom. Their mission was to guard the town and prevent the poor people in the town from escaping.

    Listening to the miserable howls coming from the distance, the two militants stretched their necks, looked towards the town, and kept licking their lips. It was obvious that the miserable howls of the poor made them very excited.

    "Poof!" Something happened suddenly. The sound was hard to describe, like a sharp blade cutting through a piece of white paper.

    One of the militants stared wide-eyed, and a bloody long knife penetrated his chest. His neck was broken without even letting out a scream.

    Another militant had just reacted when he was knocked down by a black shadow, and blood spurted out.

    Qin Chuan never left any room to deal with militants. Looking at the man lying on the ground who kept pulling out, he looked at the dilapidated town in the distance with a sinister smile.

    ¡°Child, hide here, don¡¯t move, don¡¯t make any noise, okay?¡±

    A woman hid her daughter and looked at the child's frightened eyes filled with tears. She turned around, opened the door and ran outside, hoping to lure the militants away.

    ¡° Otherwise, if a girl who has just grown up falls into the hands of those beasts, the consequences will be disastrous.

    "Dad, help!"

    A middle-aged man was trampled under the feet of armed men and stared at his son who was hung up with wide eyes. He was only six years old!

    The little boy was dumped in the air, and underneath was a boiling oil pan with firewood burning brightly.

    ¡°Captain, when he resisted, he killed two of our brothers!¡± One of the militants said with a sneer.

    There were about a hundred armed men who attacked the town this time. They attacked the town at an extremely fast speed and massacred 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 holding a rope tightly at his feet with a grin, and said in the local language of Ailang: "Your son's life is in your hands."  inside!"

    After Captain Scar finished speaking, a sharp dagger in his hand pierced the middle-aged man's arm.

    The man screamed in pain, blood overflowed from the wound, and the veins on his head popped out, but he still did not let go of the rope. The severe pain in his arm made his eyes even more persistent.

    As Captain Scar pulled out the dagger, blood spattered, but his hands holding the rope remained firm.

    "Child, unless I die, I will never let go!"

    The middle-aged man could only see his son who was hanging upside down on the oil pan. If he let go, the child would die instantly, and the hot oil pan would swallow up the little boy's life in an instant.

    "He's quite courageous, brothers, torture him slowly, don't die too fast!"

    Captain Scar smiled ferociously, and several armed men surrounded him. The sharp knives in their hands were barbed. If they penetrated the middle-aged man's body, a large piece of flesh would be removed.

    "Dad!" the boy yelled hoarsely. He suddenly stopped crying and looked calmly at his father below. The six-year-old child's eyes were full of despair, and he even arched up to untie the rope tied to his leg.

    Years of war have caused children in this country to mature early. They should be full of innocence at an age, but they have to bear the most miserable environment in the world. They can only struggle in the dark years of chaos and turmoil, losing their lives at any time!

    "Thal doesn't want it!" the middle-aged man yelled, his eyes about to burst!

    "Dad, this way you won't be in pain. Sal has lived enough"

    The six-year-old child was full of despair and could not see any light. The fever had just passed, and the rejuvenated Ai Lang was shrouded in darkness again!

    "Whoosh!" Sal, who untied his legs, quickly fell down and closed his eyes in despair. Maybe this was relief.

    However, at this moment, a black shadow rushed over as fast as lightning, flew through the air, hugged Sal, who was immediately transferred to the oil pan, and rolled to the side, while a shout rang out.

    "Kill them, leave no one behind!"

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The roar is loud and dense, the armed policeman who is still stepping on the middle-aged manBefore he could react, half of his body disappeared after a loud noise.

    Anti-material sniper rifles are too destructive. In a town like this, it is simply a massacre!

    Sal was stunned in Qin Chuan's arms. He raised his head and looked at the man holding him. The long-lost sense of security made him cry.  The father was lying on the ground, and the blood that flowed out soaked the sand on the ground red.

    Within a few breaths, all these militants were dead.

    After putting down Sal, Qin Chuan helped the middle-aged man up, looked at the rolled flesh on his body, and tapped him a few times.

    Ma Hongyuan came over and talked to him in Ailang¡¯s local dialect.  "Boss, the remaining militants are searching for survivors in the town"

    After understanding the situation, Qin Chuan made a few simple gestures, and the Fang team quickly disappeared into the street in the distance. Soon, gunshots and screams rang out again.

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

    "Boss, wipe out the entire eastern region."

    "The western region is completely destroyed!"

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

    "Old Ma, you are responsible for calling out all the survivors in the town, take this little guy with you, gather them up, and move them."

    When the fang team was annihilating the militants, Qin Chuan thought for a moment and decided to take the refugees as far as he could and try to get them as close to the peacekeeping circle as possible, which would also reduce casualties.

    The refugees did not dare to show up. They were afraid that it would be a trap by the militants. Until night fell, Qin Chuan set up a bonfire in the center of the town, and the other members of the Fang Team were responsible for the surrounding areas of the town.

    "Lao Ma, just communicate with them and tell me what I think. Don't force anyone. There may be a glimmer of hope for them to move. The counterattack of the Yongye organization is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

    The massacre of civilians in border areas is meaningless. Once it arouses the anger of other countries, it may even lead to joint retaliation. Not only will the losses be heavy, but only a small number of civilians will be massacred.

    ¡°The fever virus should come to this country again!¡±

    Qin Chuan shook his head. He had dealt with militants a lot, and he knew that those people were cruel and crazy. It was no longer enough to describe those demons.

    During this period, Qin Chuan also had a phone call with the person in charge of the peacekeeping circle. The military was willing to build concentration camps to gather refugees so that they could respond quickly to virus outbreaks or militant attacks.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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