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Chapter 2433 Bloody Village

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    "There was a car in the yard. We rushed out together, grabbed the car and ran away. Those guards couldn't stop us at all." Sergey whispered.

    "Nonsense, they have people outside the yard and in front of the village. The several places we have seen before are enough to form crossfire and give us the maximum blow. Moreover, the road in front of the village is narrow, and we can easily be blocked.  On the way. If this is the case, then we are really looking for death." Lin Rui whispered.

    "Then what do you think we should do?" Sergey whispered.  "We can't escape without grabbing the car."

    "We want to grab the car, but we have to get rid of a few guards around it first. After rushing out, I will deal with the guards, and you go get the car. Remember, leave one car for us to escape, but we must take all the other cars.  Crash it. Lest they catch up with us. As long as we rush out of the village, we will be safe. Yelena is on the high slope opposite. She can cover us through long-range sniping. The opponent has no vehicles and is under long-range sniping. There is definitely no way to continue.  Chase." Lin Rui whispered.

    "Okay, I'm good at stealing cars." Sergey whispered.  "The others will leave it to you."

    Lin Rui nodded, lowered his head to check the weapon, and whispered, "I hope our luck will still be this good today. Follow me!" He suddenly opened the door and rushed out. The two guards at the door of the yard noticed something moving.  , turned around, and the m4a1 in Lin Rui's hand had been raised.  "Da da da" There was a soft sound, and the two guards were shot and fell to the ground, but this time the movement still alerted the other guards.

    "There are gunshots, over there!" There were noisy footsteps and shouts of curses outside. Five or six armed men originally disguised as villagers came after hearing the news, followed by more tribal armed men.  While Lin Rui opened fire to stop them, he turned around and shouted, "Russians, hurry up!"

    "Understood!" Sergey was gifted with dexterous hands. He quickly opened the car door, pulled out the ignition wire, connected the wires together and started the car.

    The enemy rushed up. Lin Rui couldn't resist the gun. He retreated from the corner. One of the enemy's grenades fell outside the yard. Lin Rui ran away quickly and fell to the ground with a leap. After the explosion,  He immediately got up to fight against the enemy and cover Sergei who was starting the vehicle.

    Lin Rui's heart was beating fiercely, and his face looked nervous and excited.  Black men and women were running around the village. Some were leading cattle and sheep, carrying burdens, and holding children. Some were crying and shouting. Some fell in the fields, got up and ran again.  The guards outside this messy scene became very passive.  An armed man stood on a small slope waving his arms and shouting loudly to command the tribal militia. The militiamen occupied a road and shot in this direction.  A group of militants from the secret society also rushed to the front of the militia position and joined forces to shoot in this direction, while the remaining villagers ran around in panic.

    Lin Rui's heart brightened, and he quickly seized the opportunity to change the magazine, and ran out while shooting.  His blood was flowing rapidly throughout his body, and his hand and the gun in his hand did not tremble at all.  Bullets were flying wildly above his head and around his ears, and the shrill screams tore through the peaceful atmosphere over the African wilderness and struck directly into the hearts of everyone.

    Those African militiamen were panic-stricken, but also restless with anger.  I don't know what drove and summoned them. Their sweaty hands held the mottled semi-automatic rifles tightly and fired randomly.  The armed militiamen of these tribes were so excited that some even forgot that they were in a tense battle. They stood up straight and looked at the enemies who were timid and did not dare to advance under their rain of bullets.  Waving the weapon in his hand and shouting.  They just felt strange about the danger, and felt that this battle scene had a strong brilliance and charm that firmly attracted and tempted them.

    Lin Rui looked out and saw that the enemy was approaching. He suddenly raised his M4A1 carbine and started shooting at the enemy.  The African militiamen were in chaos for a while, but then the militants attacked again. A grenade exploded behind Lin Rui, dust flew up, and some fine grains of sand invaded his neck and head.

    Lin Rui touched his neck carelessly, his eyes still staring ahead as bullets from the opposite side continued to hit him.  Compared with the African militias, the military quality of the secret society's armed forces was obviously higher. They shot like a fountain towards the yard where Lin Rui and others were hiding. Several small trees nearby had their stems broken, and green leaves flew everywhere.  A pebble fell on his left hand, and a piece of skin as big as a broad bean was wiped off the back of his hand, and blood oozed out.

    Burning the half-green and half-yellow wheat straw without ears, burning the houses and haystacks in the village, burning the cattle pens, sheep pens, pig nests, chicken and duck nests.  The enemy, like a mad dog, burned the nearby place to ashes.  Want to use this method to prevent them from escaping.  The raging fire dragon licked the gray-white clouds crazily, and thick black smoke angrily sprayed into the sky.  Village?An area where the crops were lush and fragrant turned into a sea of ??volcanic smoke.

    More than a hundred armed militiamen in the village came out of their lairs and ran around the village, firing blanks and firing blind guns without any target.  Even the nearby river seemed to be so angry that it stirred up huge waves and roared wildly.  Several armed pickup trucks drove over, bullets as thick as their fingers rained out like a torrential rain with terrifying screams.  The bullets quivered and jumped like grasshoppers on the ground, on the roofs, on the hills, flashing with sparks.

    The bullets fired by these militiamen were not very accurate. They fired randomly and bullets flew everywhere.  A fourteen- or five-year-old black child seemed to have been hit by a stray bullet, his throat torn and howling miserably.  One of his hands was blown off, and the broken wrist was stuck in the soil. The soil and blood were glued together. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, his lips were trembling constantly, and he was spitting out foam. It seemed that he would not survive.  Among the wars in Africa, the most unfortunate ones are women and children.  Amidst the hail of bullets, the militants and villagers were too distracted to care for themselves. No one cared about their life or death.

    After Lin Rui shot down several militants, he whispered, "Russian, how are you?"

    "I've done it!" Sergey had already destroyed other vehicles and suddenly turned around a started car.  "Are you leaving or not?"

    "That's almost it. The more armed militiamen there are, the more chaotic they become. Not only are they in chaos themselves, but they also bring chaos to the secret societies. But this situation won't last long. We may only have a few minutes of chance." Lin Rui said.  Open fire and retreat through the smoke.

    "Get in the car, get in the car! Let's fight out!" Sergey shouted.

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