The Habra soldiers and Safi soldiers who were in charge of being vigilant had no time to react, and saw that the platoon leader had fallen on the large stone on the cave, and then several people turned over and fell from the stone to the front of the cave.

At this time, a large number of Safis and Habras gathered in the cave. They gathered together to cook the fire, and there was still some meat that was inserted on the fire. The meat was already roasted and some were even emitting oil and grease dripping on the fire making a sizzling sound.

Suddenly someone fell in front of them, so everyone gathered their eyes. They seemed a little confused. No one could have thought that someone would suddenly fall in front of them.

The platoon leader stood up staggeringly, and then walked into it step by step.

Only then did the enemy react. Seeing the Ming army that fell in, no one took it seriously, and just felt that he was dead.

I don’t know if it was Allah who heard his prayer or what happened, but why did a Ming army suddenly fall off? It’s better to catch him and let him enjoy what cruelty is.

I saw these soldiers of Habra Safi looking at the Ming soldiers with a sarcastic look on their faces. No one took action. Maybe I thought that no matter how powerful he was, he would be sure to die.

This gave the platoon leader a good opportunity to see him walk to the middle of the cave, looking at the fragrant roasted meat on the ground, grab it and take a big bite, and swallow it without any care.

Then he grabbed another sheepskin bag and suddenly got used to the liquid inside.

It was a liquid that he had never drunk before, which was sour and astringent but had a smell of alcohol.

The platoon leader held barbecue in one hand and lambskin bag in the other, drinking big gulps of meat. Although the blood in his mouth was dripping, it still couldn't stop him from eating and drinking.

I will be a full-fledged ghost even if I die. When I eat and drink, I will send you so many souls to the road!

These Habras and Safis were not in a hurry to take action. Just one Ming army, he could kill us alone, so these enemy troops regarded the platoon leader as everything. It was too boring to wait here, and it seemed quite good to have an extra toy.

But they didn't know that they had embarked on the road to death, and they didn't know what the grenade tied to the platoon leader represented.

The platoon leader ate and drank enough and burped.

Then he threw the uncooked sheepskin bag onto the ground, and the black and red liquid inside suddenly flowed out.

"What a bullshit, it's not delicious at all, it's even harder than horse urine! I'm gonna!"

After saying that, he applied the grenade fuse on his hand and pulled it away all at once.

This is really a way to scold the chef when you are full, no, this is even more powerful than scolding the chef when you are full. When you are full, you will send the chef to the road, and it is the kind of way to go without a burial place to die.

The enemy army, who had no sense of crisis, was still looking at the Ming army with interest. It was only a few seconds left before they died.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, in this relatively small space, the power of more than 30 grenades began to overlap, and countless broken limbs and broken arms were seen gushing out from the hole.

The Ming soldiers on the top of the mountain felt that the mountain under their feet seemed to be trembling.
Chapter completed!