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Chapter 6207 Bloody Valley

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    At this time, more and more Tuareg militants were shouting against the bullets fired by the mercenary unit, and using the cover of smoke, they rushed towards the mercenary unit's defense line.

    I don¡¯t know who it was, but realized the danger of the matter and shouted hysterically: ¡°Grenade!¡±

    Everyone also realized that the rifles in their hands could no longer stop the Tuareg attack, so they quickly grabbed the grenades, pulled off the tabs, and threw them into the smoke screen in front of them.

    Some Malian soldiers are very nervous. Although they have received systematic training, this is the first time they have encountered this kind of formation.

    In a panic, he picked up his rifle and shot at the enemy, so the bullets fired were basically inaccurate. He had fired many shots just now, but not a single militant was hit. He felt a strong sense of frustration.

    Now seeing other people starting to throw grenades, he grabbed a grenade, pulled off the ring, and immediately threw it out.  But when the mercenary next to him saw it, he yelled at him: "Why did you just throw it out like this? Remember to stop, stop and throw it again!"

    The Malian soldier was a little confused, but at this moment the mercenary had no time to explain to him and shouted to him: "Forget it, just lie down and don't move, just let us do it! Don't cause any more trouble!"

    The Malian soldiers were a little anxious when they heard this. He was the best soldier in their platoon and the best commando, but today he was looked down upon by the mercenaries, which made him very hurt.

    On the other side, Lin Rui had simply thrown away the rifle in his hand, took down the compound bow on his shoulder, nocked an arrow, squatted behind the stone, and stared straight ahead.

    At this time, a series of violent explosions sounded in the smoke, and a piece of shrapnel whizzed past Lin Rui's ear, but Lin Rui did not move at all.

    Instead, there was a scream of Tuareg people in the smoke, and shrapnel flying in all directions, like a harvester, tearing at the bodies of the Tuareg people who were attacking in the smoke.

    Each and every Tuareg was covered in blood and fell into the smoke.  But at this time, there was still a Tuareg man. Even though he was injured by shrapnel, he still did not fall down. Instead, he continued to scream and rushed out of the smoke with a rifle in his hands. He rushed towards the mercenary detachment with a ferocious face.  line of defense.

    This time Lin Rui seized the opportunity and did not wait for others to use their guns to kill the militant. He opened his bow and fired an arrow, and a bamboo arrow flew out with a whoosh. Hearing a pop, he was deeply shocked.  It was inserted into the throat of the militant.

    The powerful militant then gave up and threw away his rifle, covering his shot-through neck. After staggering a few times, he fell to the ground.

    Seeing this scene, the mercenary turned his head and shouted: "Boss!"

    A proud smile appeared on Lin Rui's face.  His compound bow and arrows are specially made and carry small explosive devices.  As powerful as a small grenade.

    With great difficulty, the militants used the smoke to rush to the enemy's position. However, as a grenade came over, their offensive was immediately blocked in front of the mercenary unit's position.

    At least a dozen Tuareg people fell in the smoke, and each one was blown up by grenades. The Tuareg people who could not die for a while lay on the ground in pain and even called their mothers.  Someone made a loud cry.

    At this time, under the supervision of the Tuareg officers, another group of Tuareg rushed up with rifles, because they knew very well that the smoke screen did not last very long and the effect would become worse and worse.  When the smoke cleared, they faced enemy precision fire again.

    So they did not dare to neglect and rushed forward again. One of the Tuareg men picked off a grenade from his body. This grenade was one he had eliminated in the jungle and was used as a booby trap.  He had been hanging the grenade on his body for the past two days, ready to retaliate and return the grenade to those damn Malians.

    When they rushed not far from the mercenary detachment's position, he smiled evilly, put his finger in the ring, yelled and pulled out the ring with all his strength.  But what he never expected was that the grenade exploded in his hand just as he pulled out the tab and raised his hand to throw it, and the safety grip popped open.

    With just a bang, not only was he blown upside down on the spot, but several Tuareg people around him also suffered great misfortune.

    The flying shrapnel was deeply embedded in the bodies of these Tuareg people. Each of these Tuareg people screamed loudly and fell to the ground.  The grenade-throwing militant was lying on the ground, his face covered in blood, and a piece of shrapnel blew out one of his eyes.?Regg is gone.

    After several consecutive attacks, his side has lost more than 60 Tuareg people. The company he brought this time only had a total of more than 260 people.  In the past two days, when chasing this group of Malians in the jungle, they had already killed or injured ten or twenty soldiers. Excluding the medical soldiers and the new recruits who served as the reception team, he only had two available troops.  There are about a hundred and twenty people, and now only about half of the troops that can fight are left.

    Moreover, the current casualties of the Malians in the valley are not clear, but it can be guessed that these Malian soldiers have not lost their ability to resist. The terrain they occupy is so favorable that the attacking Tuaregs are unable to do so.  Shooting them effectively, not even suppressing their firepower could do anything.

    There is also a sniper with excellent marksmanship among the enemies in the valley. He is constantly accurately sniping the attacking Tuareg people. He also specializes in targeting officers and machine gunners among the Tuareg people.  The canister gunners shot and killed, always preventing the Tuareg from taking advantage of their firepower to cover the attacks of other Tuareg.

    Looking at the mouth of the valley, Beerbohm had a shuddering feeling. The mouth of the valley seemed like the bloody mouth of a giant carnivorous beast. No matter how many troops he put in, he would be eaten dry by this beast.  It's so clean that even the bone residue isn't spit out.

    At this time, the remaining Tuareg people were all frightened. Their morale could be said to have completely hit rock bottom. They could no longer think of attacking in any case. For them, this battle was not a good one.  It was really frustrating. They couldn't hit the enemy, but the enemy could hit them easily.

    The enemies hid behind the strong rocks, like target practice, and knocked them down one by one in the open space in the valley. However, they could only use their bodies to withstand the bullets fired by the enemies and shoot towards them.  Charge forward until you are knocked to the ground by enemy bullets or thrown grenades.

    Such an attack is not much different from committing suicide. They can't figure out why they can't just trap these enemies alive in this valley since they have trapped the Malians in this valley, but force them to do so.  Let them attack with their lives?

    Several Tuareg soldiers couldn't figure it out and fell to the ground, recalling the tragic battle just now and the comrades who had been chatting and laughing with them all morning, but now they had fallen in the valley.  Their faces howled like wolves.

    A Tuareg soldier knelt on the ground and slammed his fist on the ground. After a while, his hand was bleeding, and he cried and shouted: "Why? Why? Why is this?"  Why are you forcing us to die like this? Is there no other way?"

    Beerbom looked at these soldiers whose morale was extremely low. He didn't know what to say. His hands began to tremble involuntarily. He didn't know what was going on. His hands often trembled involuntarily.  I can't control it no matter what.

    At this time, an injured Tuareg second lieutenant walked up to Beerbohm and shouted to Nakamura with a livid face and a cry: "Sir, we can't continue to fight like this!"

    Attacking like this is simply suicide!  We simply cannot break through their defenses. If we continue our attack like this, we will all die!  "

    Beerbohm said with a livid face: "But this is an order from the frontline headquarters! I have been ordered to use the fastest speed to annihilate all these enemies!" (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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