Still delegating power to Abdu and the hunters from the hunting tribe, Tang Guoming, Harbala and others gathered together, while inspecting the bodies of the low-end mercenaries who were shot dead, he looked up from time to time at the black people who were cleaning the battlefield and sorting out the seized materials. He was really busy.

As Tang Guoming expected, after the low-end mercenaries who were huddling in the core fortifications made a cry for surrender, the black gunmen who had approached the core defensive positions had accelerated the attack rhythm. For those mercenaries who had thrown away their weapons and surrendered with their heads, they pulled the trigger without any pity, and smashed the mercenaries who were close to each other and had already given up resistance into a broken pocket of blood. In just over a dozen minutes, there was no more alive mercenaries in the core fortifications occupied by the black gunmen.

Abdu, who was responsible for hunting and sniping outside, and hunters from the hunting tribe, were not ruthless at all. From the position where Gu Weisu, who was responsible for the entire battlefield surveillance mission, was waving the golden sand dune sword in his hand or the hunters with automatic rifles, they were all like wolves hunting in the wasteland, and quickly tracking the mercenaries trying to escape into the wasteland. After that, no matter whether the mercenaries resisted or knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, there was no longer any survivors under the whistling sword of the golden sand dune.

To the surprise of Tang Guoming, Harbala and others, after confirming that all the opponents had been wiped out, the black men who attacked the core defensive positions not only did not rescue their companions who were shot and fell down during the attack, but instead happily swept into the increasingly bright sky with their guns. Some black gunmen even reignited a bonfire, grabbed the wine bottles picked up by the mercenary's bodies and drank wildly, singing and dancing around the bonfire...

Still, with the orders of kicking and beating, Harbala finally integrated the black men who won an unlucky victory, began to clean the battlefield and take care of the wounded, and at the same time counted the weapons and equipment and various materials that the mercenaries had not had time to destroy, waiting for the vehicles sent from the construction site to transport them.

He pointed out several black men to conduct emergency rescue on the battlefield on the battlefield. Harbala, who had sweated so much, sniffed heavily and strode to Tang Guoming, who was inspecting the corpses of the mercenaries: "Boss, this battle is really a battle today..."

He raised his hand to stop Harbala's words, and Tang Guoming took advantage of the situation to hand a blood-stained producer to Harbala: "Look at this."

Just after taking the producer handed over by Tang Guoming and glanced a few times, Harbala's face showed a look of surprise: "What does this mean? Two calibrated locations on the map... One of them is the mercenary camp we captured, and the other location... Could it be that these guys have set up the same material hoarding point?"

Tang Guoming nodded slightly: "This can explain why the materials stockpiled in this mercenary camp are all half-old equipment, and the food is just field rations eliminated by various countries. In short, this base is for us to fight so that we can feel at ease that everything is in our control."

He also nodded slightly, but Harbala frowned and said, "Since that's the case...why does this guy leave such a map? Isn't this a place without silver? How could such a low-end mercenary know the location and even show them another map of stockpiling supplies?"

He reached out and took the bloody map on Harbala's hand. Pan Guan turned the map around and looked at it a few times before looking up at Tang Guoming: "Boss, I think... another location marked on the map should be a transfer station?"

With his eyebrows slightly raised, Tang Guoming replied in a low voice: "Tell me what you think?"

Pan Guan paved the blood-stained map in front of everyone: "From the road situation on the map, the mercenary camp we captured did not have any serious roads to the outside world, there was only a dirt road crushed by vehicles on the wasteland. But the other location was connected to the road drawn on the map, and it was also a small village. If it was used as a forwarding base, it would be a little far from our construction site. But as a transfer station..."

He reached out and drew a line with his fingers on the map. Before Pan Guan could speak, Harbala shouted first: "The location of this village is pretty good? To the north is the mercenary camp we captured, and to the west is a local indigenous settlement that we have set up close to the waterway? This is a transfer station, that's right! Another mercenary advance base that we have not found yet should be about the same distance as this transfer station and the mercenary camp we captured, just within... this range!"

Just looking at the radius range roughly drawn by Harbala on the map with his fingers, Tang Guoming nodded and responded: "This happens to be outside the maximum range of our drone reconnaissance, no wonder we didn't find it..."

After glanced at the mercenary corpses thrown together by the black gunmen, Halbala sighed with regret: "What a pity... If there was a living mouth, it would be much more convenient now! These guys are really... before fighting, one is more like a quail, but after fighting, especially after fighting, they are in the limelight, and they will be like a hyenas, pounced up with red eyes, and bite whoever they catch! Even if we ordered them to keep living mouths at that time, it would probably be useless."

With the same helpless attitude, Pan Guan sniffed to Abdu, who carried the long sword of the golden sand dune on his shoulders and put the automatic rifle on his back and the hunters of the hunting tribe: "At the beginning, Abdu and his hunting tribes had to chop off a finger and hang their necks, saying it was a tribal tradition... It would be great if such a man could fight a war, and could he still expect them to obey orders?"

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Tang Guoming reached out and pressed the communicator button, and asked Gu Weisu, who was always wandering around the battlefield and was responsible for the observation of the entire battlefield: "Fry the liver and urge the convoy sent from the construction site to speed them up. At the same time, he notified Fu Xiaofei to send an additional car, we need to use drones to reconnaissance and explosives with sufficient power!"

From the communicator, Gu Weisu's always calm voice quickly came: "I understand!"
Chapter completed!