Marco could not hear what Eric said about "shame". He himself felt that he was ashamed. Qin Weidong chose the target of attacking was his territory. In fact, after refusing to recruit the advance team, the former Angola rich man began to strengthen his defense.

Angola is a country with extremely severe gap between the rich and the poor. Ninety percent of the people live in poverty, but one percent of the people are extremely luxurious. Marco was once the richest group of people in this country.

As a successful big businessman, Marco was able to drink top champagne from abroad, drive the best cars, live in the best villas in the country, and play with women from all over the world. Even if there are many slums near his house, this will not affect his enjoyment of life.

After the catastrophe, Marco, who was not yet a chaebol, did not disappear. He could do whatever he wanted in a chaotic world. With the force of private security personnel, he even lived an imperial life. However, the good times were not constant, and the nuclear winter did not distinguish between wealth and poverty and humbleness, and treated everyone equally.

A large number of people died in the severe cold, and only a very small number survived. Marco maintained his power with relatively sufficient food. He even used the supplies he had reserved to do business, and his life was pretty good. So he disdained Qin Weidong's "friendship".

However..., the mutant sent by the mysterious armed forces to demonstrate is really terrible!

At first glance, anyone would be frightened. Marco had learned from various rumors that Qin Weidong had recruited several local forces, but he felt that the only one who could threaten him was the only mutants and the others were trash!

"I have strong defense, ammunition, and huge manpower, and I will definitely resist the attacks of those outsiders." Marco made up his mind to defend and counterattack, which was a little less difficult.

Marco even prepared more than twenty pickups. As long as he won the defensive battle, he would shock his subordinates' morale, and it would be much easier to launch an offense. Even if he encountered the terrifying monster warriors of the opponent, he would have the power to fight.

Confident Marco squatted in his lair and waited for the enemy to come. Who knew that the mutants did not come, the waste soldiers under Sardin who had just had a few full meals.

Seeing the lower-level 'trash' who couldn't walk fast, they dared to attack him. Marco, who was guarding his own barricade, felt that he was being despised. "After all, I have the power of thousands of subordinates, and I actually sent dozens of people to attack him?"

Not only is it a problem with dozens of people, but in fact, the first five of Sardin's men were equipped with assault rifles, and each of them behind only had a Type 67 grenade in their hands. For such a mob, Marco felt that he was too rude and was too nervous.

"Kill this garbage." Marco's face turned cold and he gave a concise order. In his opinion, as long as the gunshots were heard, the opponent would collapse.

Marco ordered that someone immediately fired behind the barricade. Uncle Black was used to pulling the trigger and did not let go. He pulled the trigger for a few seconds and was like a Superman possessed. Dozens of bullets were sprayed out of the muzzle, which seemed unstoppable for a moment.

When he heard the gunshots on the opposite side, Sardin, who was in charge of commanding a hundred meters away, lying on the ground and retreated. But he shrank back himself, but he still drove the recruited subordinates to rush forward, "Don't shoot, continue to move forward, only within thirty meters can fire. Now who dares to shoot, I will shoot him immediately."

For Africans with poor levels, being able to fire a gun in battle is a success. The AK rifles they generally equipped are known for their fierce firepower and severe jumping at the muzzle. But they just like to shoot continuously, and aiming is never considered by them.

The result is... the firepower on the opposite side looks extremely scary, but the bullets are all flying into the sky!

When fighting in Africa, whoever has the momentum will win. Often, two groups of people shoot at each other a hundred meters, and then go home after firing empty bullets. As for how many people are killed? The bullets are flying around. If you can kill a ghost, it is better to worry about the threat of stray bullets.

Marco's subordinates are such a classic African armed force. They can survive until now because they have a large population and sufficient reserves. After more than a year of end of the world, their combat skills have not improved at all.

However, Sardin's subordinates were mentally numb because of long-term suffering. For such a little hope of survival, they had to abide by their boss's orders. They didn't even care about life and death, but just moved forward in a rain of bullets.

Marco's men shot two rounds in a short time. Before the smoke was dissipated, they found that the waste on the opposite side did not collapse, but instead approached within fifty meters. Hundreds of bullets were in vain, and even the other party's hair was not hurt.

Elite!

Marco's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, turning his extreme contempt for the enemy into extreme attention. What is this army that can rush against the rain of bullets, not elites?

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, stay calm!" Marco has seen the world, and he also knows that his master's marksmanship is extremely bad, and it is normal to not hit a target a hundred meters away. If the enemy on the opposite side is not frightened by the gunshots, he can only shoot at a closer distance, so that the hit rate will be much higher.

"We have barricade defense, and it is difficult for the enemy to hit us." Marco was not afraid of danger, showing his momentum as the leader. His little head emerged from behind the barricade to observe the distance between the soldiers opposite him, and waved his hand and shouted, "Reload and wait until the group of people get close to you before hitting."

As the distance was closer to fifty meters, the waste soldiers under Sardin continued to move along the street. They held guns and gritted their teeth, staggering like wood. Eating cassava porridge for two days can at most help them recover a little physical strength and cannot change their weak nature.

After the barricade, Marco could see Sardin's eyes clearly. They were ugly, dirty, lowly, and could die at any time. He was sure that he was facing the very ordinary bottom of the city.

"These guys are not even as good as slaves, so there is no need to be afraid." In order to show his courage, Marco personally waved a pistol and straightened his body from behind the barricade, shouting: "We just didn't play to our true level just now. And now, kill these guys."

A large group of people immediately emerged from behind the barricade, holding guns and looking at the "waste soldiers" moving forward with all kinds of jokes. And while they pulled the trigger, the five "waste soldiers" who rushed to the front also opened fire.

The offensive party was unobstructed and could only push the trigger to the end with his body. The defense party dodged and evaded, and those who had the support all put their hope of winning on others. As a result, the five guns of the offensive party beat at least fifty people on the defense party so hard that they could not raise their heads.

"It's okay, it's okay, hold on. Those guys can shoot for five seconds at most. Once they stop, it's time for us to fight back." After Marco himself retracted the barricade, he didn't want to bet on whether the bullets would hit him.

People hiding behind the barricades also felt that what their boss said was very reasonable. They often do the "Five Second Superman" matters, and it's no big deal. The countdown for the five-seconds is 54321...

Can you fight back? Everyone stood up behind the barricade….

A few grenades flew over the barricade and were thrown in.

Ouch..., damn!

This is not expected!

The person on the other side is foul. How do you throw grenades when fighting in Africa? Uncle Black’s fundamentals and tactics are all AK plus RPG. Who allows you to use grenades?

The grenade is thrown close before it can be used, which is definitely a despised weapon for Uncle Black who likes to shoot from a distance.

Wait... Now is not the time to discuss this kind of philosophical issue!

The key is what to do now?

The grenade is smoking... It is about to explode.
Chapter completed!