The battle ended quickly, and the living area and the refinery remained calm, as if the battle had never happened.

It’s not that the residents here weren’t afraid, but the battle ended too quickly, so that the black brothers and sisters didn’t even have time to react before the gunfire outside completely disappeared.

In addition, when the gunshots rang out, the surroundings immediately became brightly lit. At this time, hiding in the house was obviously much safer than going out. No fool would dare to come out at this time.

Even after the battle was over, no one could control their curiosity and walk out of the room.

After getting the exact information from Zheng Shuang, Fatty walked out of the room with Yang Jing and Lin Dan.

"They're all dead, not a single one is left alive!" The fat man spat and shook his head, "Those guys are really pitiful, running into a bunch of killers like Zheng Shuang."

“Let’s go and stop complaining. Zheng Shuang and the others are professional soldiers. In this situation, their first responsibility is to destroy the enemy.” Yang Jing patted the fat man’s shoulder and got on the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz SUV first.

Although the distance from the living area to the refinery is only more than 200 meters, Yang Jing will not be so stupid as to walk directly there. Who knows if there are snipers of Libyan militants hiding in the darkness in the distance. Although Zheng Shuang has sent people to check those pickup trucks, and they may go there by car, Yang Jing will definitely not walk there.

When Yang Jing got off the car, he saw Zheng Shuang standing with Kevin Martin.

Completely different from the tall and strong person imagined, Zheng Shuang is a short, dark and thin guy. If the fat man hadn't introduced him as the captain of the guard team, Yang Jing would have thought he was an African refugee.

"Mr. Guo!" Zheng Shuang still maintained the style he had in the army. After all, he had not been retired for less than half a month. "There were a total of seventy-six militants who attacked tonight. All of them were killed. No one survived. In addition, eleven pickup trucks were seized." Although Zheng Shuang looked skinny, his voice was very low.

This cold voice gave Yang Jing goose bumps all over his body.

Accompanied by Zheng Shuang, Kevin Martin, Carl Morris and Chris, Yang Jing and his companions first went to the battlefield on the east side of the highway to take a look. As a result, after Lin Dan saw the dead bodies on the ground, he started vomiting.

Yang Jing and Fatty's faces didn't look very good either, but they still endured and continued to walk north. As a result, when they came to the place that was ravaged by the Type 02 14.5mm dual-purpose machine gun, even Fatty couldn't help vomiting.

Compared to the situation here, the dead Libyan militants we just saw were undoubtedly much happier. At least they had an intact body. But the bodies here were really horrible.

The corpses here can no longer be called "tools", the exact term should be "blocks".

That's right, the bodies that had been ravaged by the heavy machine gun were all in pieces, not a single complete body. The largest body had only the upper half left, but the lower half had been shattered by the heavy machine gun and had flown away.

The militants who were killed just now left pools of blood, but here, there were pieces of minced meat and bloodstains everywhere.

Now, both Yang Jing and the fat man fully understood what "Ashura Hell" meant.

Yang Jing was better off, he did not vomit. At least in 1986, he participated in an operation to resist the night attack of the Burmese government forces in Myanmar. He also fired a volley of bullets with the 12.7mm heavy machine gun during that defense. He could be considered a person who had experienced war.

But where had Fatty seen such a scene before? Hundreds of shattered human bodies were spread out in front of him, filled with the strong smell of blood, broken bones, and minced meat. It was worse than a slaughterhouse.

He was able to vomit all over the place without fainting, so he is mentally strong.

"Fuck! Fuck! I'd never watch this kind of scene again! Damn it, I'm going to have nightmares every day for the next few days." The fat man took the tissue handed over by Yang Jing and kept muttering while wiping his mouth.

Zheng Shuang asked: "Mr. Guo, what should we do with these bodies?"

It would have been fine if Zheng Shuang didn't ask this, but as soon as she asked, the fat man couldn't help but take a look at the broken pieces and ran to the side to vomit again.

Yang Jing shook his head and said, "Gather the intact bodies together. As for the fragments, don't we have a bulldozer? Shovel them all together and bury them somewhere far away from the living area. The appearance of these bodies really cannot be exposed to the public. Anyone with a little common sense can tell that they were shot with large-caliber machine guns. Our Type 02 heavy machine guns cannot be exposed, otherwise it will be difficult for the police from the Borma Police Station to deal with them."

Hearing Yang Jing say this, Zheng Shuang's eyes lit up, then she turned around and said a few words to the team member following behind her, and the guard immediately turned around and left.

Yang Jing knew that the guard had gone to drive the bulldozer, so he asked Zheng Shuang, "What weapons did we register with the Bolma Police Station?"

Zheng Shuang said: "All are Type 81 rifles, because Type 81 rifles use 7.62mm bullets and are compatible with AK47 ammunition, so we chose Type 81 rifles this time. Well, our sniper rifles and squad machine guns all use the same ammunition."

Yang Jing nodded and said, "That's even better. Since we are all using 7.62mm bullets, the police will not be able to infer from the ammunition that we have squad machine guns and sniper rifles. We are abroad, so try not to conflict with the local government departments, otherwise we will suffer."

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