At this moment, a Devil Wings soldier suddenly stood up, covering the mouth of an Allied soldier with one hand, and holding a scimitar on the soldier's neck with the other hand. The curved blade on the Nepalese scimitar was just right. Holding his neck, he stretched out his hand gently and pulled, and with a relaxing sound like cutting flesh, a blood arrow shot out from the soldier's neck, and then blood spurted out.

He covered his neck in horror. He still hasn't realized what happened. He wanted to scream, he wanted to roar, but with his throat cut, he couldn't make any sound except for wheezing. When he came out, he looked around helplessly. The feeling of being unable to breathe and bleeding heavily made him feel desperate, but no one could help him, because at this time, the dozen or so people who were warming themselves by the fire were all covering their necks. A look of horror.

Everything was in vain. A few black shadows quietly dropped the few Allied soldiers on duty. After they fell to the ground and twitched a few times, they gradually lost their movement. They didn't make the slightest sound from the beginning to the end. They killed several Behind the guards on duty, a dozen figures quickly dispersed and got into one tent per person.

They did not use guns, but continued to use scimitars. They held down a person's mouth, then quickly put the knife on his neck, pulled hard, and made no sound. The Nepalese scimitar was extremely sharp and slashed down. It can almost cut the cervical spine. The soldiers whose throats were cut will die quickly after two convulsions. They are very clean and neat. Obviously they have done this very often. In this way, they move from one bunk to another, very quickly. Soon, their bodies were soaked with blood, and the tent was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

One camp after another, the temperature in winter is really too low. Even inside the tents, it is several degrees below zero, so the soldiers sleep very hard. The most important thing is that they do not believe that anyone will attack the camp at night. It is only half a day. Within an hour, at least half of the camp had been visited by them. At this time, an Allied soldier walked out of the camp in a daze. He walked to a corner, took off his pants and took out his words. pee.

Suddenly, he smelled an extremely strong smell of blood coming from the tent in front of him: "Where did such a strong smell of blood come from in the camp?" He wondered to himself while continuing to pour water happily, At this time, his eyes inadvertently glanced at a tent not far away, and he saw a black figure quickly rushing out of the tent. He was covered with a camouflage net, and he was holding a black curved blade. , the tip of the knife was still dripping with blood from time to time.

The soldier was stunned instantly. The black figure was obviously not wearing the uniform of their allied forces. Thinking of the scimitar in his hand and the smell of blood in the tent, his sleepiness was suddenly frightened and disappeared: "Enemy, ,,Enemy,,,Enemy attack,,." The soldier shouted loudly with his broken gong voice, although his voice kept trembling.

"Enemy attack,,,enemy attack,,." The soldier rolled around and yelled while running back. He even peed on his pants. He didn't even care. He crawled to their tent. , although he shouted loudly enough, the soldier in the tent still looked hazy and awake. The soldier's legs were weak, and he tried to crawl to his tent and picked up the paper that was placed at the entrance of the tent. A rifle shot at the black figure rushing toward him in the distance: "Bang..." A muffled sound broke the silence of the night, but the soldier never had the chance to fire a second shot, because he was far away. A spinning scimitar flew towards his neck with precision, and then in a column of blood that soared into the sky, his head landed lightly behind him.

Although such a soldier died in such an unexplained way, his death was not in vain. At least the shot he fired before his death finally alerted the entire camp. Although the vigilance of this army was a little low, it was training after all. A well-trained regular army, in less than two minutes, rows of neatly dressed and fully armed soldiers rushed out of each camp.

However, what greeted them this time were heavy machine guns and mortars that had already been set up at various commanding heights: "Click, click, click,..." The Allied soldiers had just rushed out of the camp, and the heavy firepower that had been deployed around them almost simultaneously Open fire, countless streaks of light shot toward the camp like meteors, and rows of Allied soldiers fell down like wheat.

"Boom, boom, boom,,." The mortars and shoulder-mounted rocket launchers that followed also sprayed out dazzling sparks, one after another, and the rockets dragging the flames hit them one after another. Among the crowd, with the huge explosion, the broken limbs were blown up all over the sky. The most cruel side of the war was fully reflected at this time. After all, the lethality of mortars and rockets is not as good as that of heavy machine guns. When strafing, their explosive power is actually not very strong. The direct explosion range is only a few square meters at most, and the shrapnel damage area is only dozens of square meters. However, they have a common feature, which is that they can cause casualties in a wide range.

When a war breaks out, the most unbearable thing for an army is not how many people are killed, but how many people are injured. The disability rate of soldiers injured in the war is very high. Injured soldiers cannot go into battle immediately. It is also necessary to allocate additional soldiers to take care of them. Once the rescue cannot keep up, it will cause widespread death. Most importantly, the screams of the injured soldiers can significantly weaken one's own morale.

After several rounds of shelling, the battlefield was in a mess. Various body parts blown away by the shells were everywhere. Blood filled every corner of the battlefield. The strong smell of blood even overshadowed the smell of gunpowder smoke, making people feel uncomfortable. Vaguely nauseated.

All the Allied soldiers were lying on the ground. After the sound of artillery fire ended, they raised their heads and looked at the wailing comrades around them, the compatriots who had lost their lives. Tears instantly flowed from their eyes. They were unwilling to come out! As the troops assigned to the front line, they are well-deserved elites of the alliance. If the other party hadn't made a sneak attack, if the other party hadn't taken them unawares and knocked them unconscious, if they had done it with real swords and guns, If it were one game, the result might be the same thing.

However, war is war. This is not a child's play. Where did so many ifs come from? I don't know who started. One after another, the soldiers put down their weapons and squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads. This battle cannot be fought. All the commanding heights are controlled by the opponent's heavy firepower, and the entire camp is within their attack range. If there is another strafing attack, no one knows how many of them will survive.
Chapter completed!