There were more than fifty underworld soldiers standing on the wall. The time for them to appear was exactly when the Lions Corps and the Red Turban Army rushed into their best range.

"Open fire!"

Fifty soldiers stood on a large wall two meters wide and launched a full fire-covering strafing below.

The people who charged outside did not know that there were more than fifty underworld warriors in the large tribe wall, ready new magazines and grenades, and constantly handing them to their companions on the wall.

Using the pitch angle of the wide wall, underworld members can easily find the most suitable shooting position to attack the enemy. However, the bullets that the enemy counterattacks upward are always blocked by the edge of the wide wall, at most several bullet craters or a few pieces of stone chips are knocked out.

The leader of the Lion Corps, Mr. Yan, and General Berberto, watched their soldiers rush upwards in rows and fall down one after another, and their eyelids kept jumping.

"Damn it, this is not an attack, it's obviously a gift to give away someone's head!" Mr. Yan's face turned pale.

The leader of the Lion Corps also looked ugly, "Our soldiers are mercenaries and are not suitable for this kind of tough battle. General Berberto, your people need to be braver."

Damn!

Berberto's face turned green, "I brought nearly a thousand people, and now I'm dead in rows of deaths on the battlefield. Are my people not brave enough? We are facing the underworld. What do you want us?"

"Call people, you have more troops. If you call two thousand people, you can fill them with people and kill them." The leader of the Lion Corps shouted.

"You fart!"

Berbertou clenched his fists and shouted: "I am fighting for state power with the ZF army in Sambi. If a base in the underworld hurts its vitality, what will I do in the future? 50 million US dollars, I am willing to pay this thousand people. If you want me to pay another two thousand, do you think I am stupid?"

"General, I'll add another 50 million!"

Mr. Yan was determined to kill Liu Feng, so he slapped him again, "In addition, the 50 million promised you just now, a total of 100 million US dollars. You are Africa. As long as you have money, is it difficult for you to recruit soldiers? With 100 million US dollars, you can update a lot of weapons and equipment, right?"

"Okay, one word is certain."

As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the mill, Berberto immediately took out his cell phone and started making phone calls.

Of course, in this battle of tough battles, although the defense side has an absolute advantage and the underworld members are super strong, it is difficult to fight against the impact of fearlessness.

What's even more terrifying is that with Mr. Yan, the rich and powerful financial supporter, Berberto was also angry.

"I've finished the phone call, forty minutes, no, reinforcements can arrive in half an hour."

Berberto put down his cell phone and said viciously: "The more than a thousand people I brought this time are enough for them to kill for half an hour, right? Haha, if you fight, brothers, put on heavy weapons. If you can't hit them, you will blow the big wall of this tribe."

Immediately afterwards, ten personal soldiers behind Berberto pulled down ten rocket launchers from the truck.

"Develop a doctor!"

Hei Wuchang, who was at the main entrance of the tribe, stared at the eyes and sweared, then retreated inward and shouted loudly: "Close the door!"

Squeak!

The tribe's big iron gate is quickly closed.

Whoosh swish swish swish...boom!

At the same time, ten enemy rockets were launched, ten smoke tails swept across the sky, and finally exploded on the stone wall on the left side of the tribe gate.

Ten rockets hit the wall one after another, causing the stone wall, which was two meters and five meters thick, to shake violently, and large pieces of stone chips scattered and collapsed. Ten members of the underworld were unstable on the wall and fell on the top of the wall.

Fortunately, the ten rockets were scattered. Although they left terrifying scars on the thick stone wall, they did not really blow up the stone wall.

As a result, there was also a clear weakness in the firepower on the underworld, and even a gap appeared in the firepower network covered by all firepower.

Liu Feng, who was sitting in the small building of the base, saw the battle scene through the monitor, and a sneered on the corner of his mouth, "Good, it seems that the Red Turban Army is determined to fight with the underworld, so I will have no chance to regret it."

Liu Feng raised his right hand and pressed it in his right ear. He had a solemn aura in his voice and said, "Detect the chariot and destroy the opponent in the shortest time. You cannot wait until they have reinforcements to arrive in the future, and create an absolute advantage in numbers."

"I understand!" Hei Wuchang, who was commanding the battle in the main gate of the tribe, shouted loudly: "Hei Wuchang team, get on the chariot and rush out to ground meat for me."

Unlike other underworld members, he followed a team of ten people next to Hei Wuchang and turned around and ran towards a large garage in the tribe.

Two minutes later, five iron armored vehicles drove out.

These five armored vehicles are wide and high, and the front safety frame is actually a large horizontally through-type chain saw, and a double-barrel heavy machine gun is also supported on the front cover of the vehicle.

The tribe gate opened again, and the engines of the five chariots rushed out one after another.

This is the underworld's chariot on the African prairie. Five cars rushed out and rolled directly into the Red Turban Army's crowd. The chainsaw bumper was really ground meat. Many Red Turban Army soldiers were cut off in half because they were not in a hurry.

The five chariots were like five lions rushing into the flock, completely breaking the enemy's charge.

"Haha! Red Turban Army and Lion Corps, are you arrogant? You dare to challenge the underworld, you are really twisted!"

"Run, I like to watch you run around in fear, but can you run away?"

"A thousand people dare to come and attack our underworld base, and it's almost the same if you add another thousand!"

There were two people on the first of five tanks, one was responsible for driving, and the other was driving the double-barrel heavy machine gun on the front cover of the car.

During the rampage, a string of bullets poured out from the large army, causing huge damage to the Red Turban Army in an instant.

"Fake! There are such armored vehicles in the underworld, which is so terrifying." Berberto looked dark, his eyes turned black. His army was simply losing personnel at an astonishing speed.

On the contrary, the leader of the Lion Corps' face was not good-looking, but his mercenaries knew better at saving lives, so the mortality rate was not enough for him to bear.

Liu Feng, who was sitting in front of the monitor, smiled again and said half-jokingly: "This battle must have been won. Of course, if the judge arrives at this time, it will be even more stable."

"Boss, it should be unnecessary for a bloody battle of 24 hours, I'm here!"

Just when the battle was at its most intense, an extremely calm voice suddenly sounded in Liu Feng's right ear, "Give me twenty minutes to completely end the battle in front of the base."

"Judge!" Liu Feng stood up excitedly, as if his injuries had healed a lot at this moment. "Very good, hurry up and start. After the battle, let's have a good drink."

"Oh, judge, your grandma's is finally here!" Hei Wuchang also heard this voice. The black buddy was so excited that he almost jumped up, "That's right, you are here, you really don't need to fight for 24 hours. Who dares to come and fight us? If you come forward, you can settle it."

Buzz, buzz!

Immediately afterwards, a violent roar came from the sky.

Five large heavy combat helicopters flew out from behind the tribe.

The five helicopters rushed over the battlefield at a low altitude, and the machine guns on the plane immediately opened fire. The 19-centimeter-long machine gun bullets plowed out terrifying bullet craters on the ground, causing waves of blood.

Five fighter jets flew forward and backward, and five chariots on the ground rushed around.

This completely collapsed Berberto and the leader of the Lions Corps, and even Mr. Yan was stunned.

"What's going on? What the hell is the underworld? Why do you even have heavy armed helicopters?" Mr. Yan shouted.

"The underworld is a super first-class force in the Western underground world. Mr. Yan, let's retreat." The leader of the Lion Corps said unwillingly: "If we don't leave, our people will probably be wiped out in less than twenty minutes, and we can't even leave if we want to."

"Let's go, you must retreat." General Berberto had already pulled the truck door at this time, and said while getting on the car: "If you want to fight, wait for my reinforcements to fight. No, the reinforcements will not fight anymore. Mr. Yan, when we arrive at a safe place, you will pay me the reward. We will not have any intersection with each other in the future."
Chapter completed!