Myriad Realms Free Mercenaries

Chapter 103 I Smell Death

In fact, these irregular soldiers would secretly hide a piece of white cloth or other white things on their bodies, just to surrender when they lost the battle.

Because they are not regular soldiers, they do not have their own political stance and beliefs. They serve as soldiers only to make money to make a living.

Ouyang Fei laughed, and in this way, the mission has basically been settled.

Sure enough, the gunfire in the mountains stopped completely soon, and a captain's report sounded in the headset, "Mother, about a hundred remaining defenders have all put down their weapons and surrendered. Please give instructions, it's over."

Duan Chunrong's voice also seemed very happy, "Very well, collect all their weapons, let them go down the mountain, and immediately build a defensive position according to plan A. The sniper team and the fire support team quickly moved to the position. confluence."

They are mercenaries, not executioners. Killing is never the main purpose in war. Their purpose is always to complete the task. There is nothing wrong with killing in order to complete the task.

But when the other party is no longer an obstacle to their mission, they will not slaughter wantonly like they did during the national war.

According to the logic of mercenaries, there is no money to be made by killing more people, so why kill people?You have to pay for the bullets yourself!
So since these defenders surrendered, Duan Chunrong naturally chose to let them go. Of course, it is impossible for them to take away their weapons and equipment. After all, apart from ensuring their own safety and avoiding being shot black, they are also their spoils of war.

Bring these weapons and equipment back to the regiment, and the regiment will naturally recycle them, just like a waste station that collects waste, and the recovered money will be distributed to the mercenaries who participated in the war.

Although they don't like these weapons, the free mercenaries in Africa and the Middle East are precious!A AK can be sold for 300 to 800 US dollars on the black market depending on its quality.

The Type 56 submachine gun is extremely popular internationally and is in short supply. When speculation is at its peak on the black market, a gun can be sold for tens of thousands of dollars.

There are more than 200 AKs here, but there are not many Type 56s, only a dozen or so, all of which are used by the bosses.

But the rags in the eyes of this bunch of mercenaries can be exchanged for hundreds of thousands of dollars after recycling, and each person can divide thousands of dollars!
After listening to Duan Chunrong's words, Ouyang Fei stood up, stretched and moved his body. Zou Lin also did some chest expansion exercises and said with a smile: "I've been lying down for several hours, and it's finally over. Tens of thousands of dollars, this is it." Here we go."

Ouyang Fei nodded with a smile, although he still had to defend the position and meet Minden's people to move in, but this was just a small problem.

Even the position with such a powerful firepower configuration has been defeated by them, can they still not hold it?You know, offense is always more difficult than defense, and the two anti-aircraft machine guns on the ground have not been moved yet!It's useless in the hands of Basong's motley crew, but it doesn't mean it's useless in their hands.

So, now it is basically certain that the commission is already in their pocket, after Ouyang Fei moved his body, he bent to lift his sniper rifle, carried it on his back, and said to Zou Lin: "Let's go! Let's go."

More than half an hour later, all the mercenaries who participated in the battle gathered near the entrance of the mine, and the remaining Basong army was driven away. They headed towards Chiang Rai along the road. The mercenary teams gathered and began to build defensive positions for themselves.

Of course, the positions they built were not as standard or ordinary as those motley crews. The defensive positions built by the mercenaries were more practical and flexible, and could better leverage their advantages.

After more than an hour, the vicinity of the mine was basically calm, and Duan Chunrong began to count the casualties of each team.

The result was very gratifying, no one was killed in battle, only seven people were injured, six were slightly injured, and one was seriously injured.

Such an injury can basically declare retirement. Although mercenaries are not without disabilities, there will be no lameness among all types of disabilities.

After all, physical fitness, cross-country ability, and running speed are the basic conditions for being a soldier, and the lame man obviously cannot become a qualified mercenary.

It's just that lameness is already the best result of this kind of injury. If the nerves in the leg are injured, then the leg will be completely useless.

Like Chen Da, the No. [-] assaulter of Shenzi No. [-] Squad, his left little finger and middle finger were both broken, so his code name is Eight Fingers.

More than 30.00% and less than [-]% of the ten fingers on both palms are missing, which belongs to the ninth level of disability, but Chen Da's disability does not affect his strength. Although he only has three fingers left on his left hand, his strength is stronger than ordinary people, and the three fingers are stronger than normal people. Five-finger grip is stronger.

Duan Chunrong comforted the seriously injured mercenary, and took the lead in deciding to donate [-]% of the income from this mission to him.

As soon as Duan Chunrong made this move, he immediately gained a lot of goodwill. Others also expressed their willingness to donate a certain percentage of their income. In the end, all the combatants decided to donate so that the seriously injured brother could retire with peace of mind.

When he returns to the regiment, in addition to the commission income of this mission, the rewards and subsidies in the regiment, he can also get a large amount of money. In this way, even if he retires, he can spend it comfortably when he returns to China. The second half of my life is over.

The mercenary was so moved that tears filled his eyes, he thanked Duan Chunrong and his brothers again and again. He thought he would be useless in this life, but he didn't expect it to end like this. It is worth it to become a multi-millionaire after being disabled. .

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In the camp of the Han Zhifeng mercenary regiment and the combat conference room, Liu Bin monitored the whole process of the battle. When the dust settled, a smile appeared on his majestic face. He reached out and held the communicator in front of him, and pressed Press the call button.

"Brothers, congratulations. The task has reached this point. It is basically more than half completed. Everyone must be vigilant to prevent Basong from counterattacking. I will prepare a celebration drink in the regiment and wait for you to come back. It's over."

The mercenaries were surprised when they heard Head Liu's voice on the public channel. Has Head Liu been paying attention to this mission?
Then came Duan Chunrong's delighted voice, "Thank you very much, Captain Liu, for your concern. The success of this mission is inseparable from Captain Liu's strong support. Over."

"Okay, mother worm, needless to say these clichés, our group is not good at this, this mission depends on you to command and arrange properly, the first work is yours, no one can take it away, it's over."

Duan Chunrong grinned as no one raised any objections to what Captain Liu said, and then Commander Liu asked him to arrange the next thing, and ended the call.

"Brothers, it's time for us to move gold next. Do you smell gold?"

"coax"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

No one noticed that when everyone was inexplicably excited, Ouyang Fei was standing at the side of the mine entrance, frowning and staring at the depths of the mine that revealed a trace of light.

He muttered to himself in a low voice: "I don't know if there is a smell of gold, but I smell... the smell of death..."

But Ouyang Fei himself didn't know that the blue amulet that he hung around his neck under his clothes, the blue amulet presented by Laoshan Taoist Wang Sanshu from the bank, was emitting a faint yellow light, flickering on and off.

(End of this chapter)