I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1565: Buy life money

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"Those who are NAC are not easy to deal with, and I do n’t know if there is any power armor in it." Mandalu, with his back on his back, narrowed his dry eyelids and looked at the position where mortar shells fell from time to time outside the observation port. The wrinkles on the face huddled together.

Although it was anticipated from the beginning that these NAC people might not be easy to deal with, he never expected it to be so difficult to eat.

According to their tactics, the first round of slaves were sent to pretend to attack, and while testing the firepower in the settlement, they provided cover for the second round of attacking troops. However, the firepower of the Asians was beyond their expectation. Within two minutes, the temporary artillery position that they deliberately advanced to the front line was bombarded by counter artillery and attempted to withdraw from the front line. The heavy machine gun put it in place.

Up to now, four or five soldiers have been suppressed by the Asian machine guns under the ruins of the wooden house. Their subsequent attack plan has also been completely disrupted.

"There should be no power armor," although it seems to be the kind of person with simple limbs and developed brains, the burly black man was not stupid unexpectedly. He did not recklessly make plans, but calmly analyzed, "If there is With power armor, they can take the initiative to attack instead of wasting shells inside. "

When I think of the food in the development zone, Balem's eyes can't help but emit a green light, and his nose is much heavier. Although Muerxiluo and these Asians have no injustice or enmity, in this yellow grassland, it is a sin for the weak to own food.

Yes, even if the pretense failed, he still did not change this understanding.

In the African savannah, the strong will never shrink in the wall when facing threats. They dare not come out to face the battle, so only one thing can be said, they are only outsiders who are curling up behind the bunkers.

Not to mention, they have not played the cards from the west side of Mur.

Even though the heavy machine guns and mortars have strong firepower, it is still too naive to think that the firepower alone can defeat the victory over them.

I noticed the change in the look on Barlem's face, and standing next to him, the mandalu with his back on his back, his mouth cracked with an inscrutable smile.

Like the large tribes such as Mursi, the water lizard tribe he represents also has no major enmity with those Asians, but there are still small holidays.

The chief of the water lizard tribe is a famous entrepreneur in Mombasa, and his industries include sand, cement and engineering development. Originally they thought that the arrival of these Asians would make them a lot of money, but after several negotiations, those Asians completely got rid of them, not only the cement was transported from their own site, even the engineering team and construction equipment were entirely from their own Bian pulled over.

In this way, the water lizard tribes who are hoarding the cement and preparing to sit on the ground are suffering heavy losses, staring at the bag of cement piled up in the field.

So, they and a large tribe like Mursi attacked the Asian settlements in the development zone. The food in the settlements was not the main reason. The real reason was to want to teach these unruly Asians some lessons.

Of course, because they provided a full truck of weapons to Mur West, they were eligible to receive dividends from this hunt. If they can get some food from these Asians, it can be regarded as compensation for the losses they suffered when hoarding cement.

At this moment, a black soldier ran in panic.

"Report, the people of NAC set out from the port area!"

"Port Area? How could the people over the port area come here." The two green beans seemed to shrink into a dot, and Balem stared at the sentinel and continued to ask, "Look at how many Are you human? "

"Five armored off-road vehicles ..." swallowed, and the black soldier said tremblingly, "It seems that there are two more helicopters."

......

[After the signal flare was launched, the private armies of the Futuristic Group in the settlement attacked actively, and the NAC Marine Corps coming from the direction of the port jointly launched an offensive against unknown armed elements outside the development zone. A total of 31 people were injured and seven people were killed in the operation. Killed more than 200 militants, captured 370 people, and fled the rest with hostages. In addition, thirty-seven slaves were killed in action ...]

When the battle report was delivered to Jiang Chen, he didn't feel much surprised about the final result.

The Marines stationed in the port are all the elite of the NAC. If they ca n’t even deal with a group of indigenous people, they will be ashamed of their medals. The only thing Jiang Chen cares about is the description of certain details in the war report.

According to this report, on the battlefield, Mur West used a special biotechnology to inject a certain medicine to make the original burly soldiers more burly and bloodthirsty. violent.

These people usually hold a power hammer, or something like an axe or chainsaw, with heavy C-shaped steel plates hanging on them. The tactics are just like the mutants of Wanghai City. fight.

The most amazing thing is that after falling into the mad state catalyzed by this drug, these soldiers not only greatly enhanced their recovery ability, healed with non-lethal damage at a visible rate, but also increased muscle density and bone strength. The body's resistance to bullets is no less than that of the mutants.

"What do you think this is?" Jiang Chen asked casually with some curiosity.

"I do n’t know, but I guess it ’s probably something that stimulates the potential of life, but all users of this type of pharmacy do n’t live long. Are you very interested? There are probably no "Less." Sitting on the sofa next to Jiang Chen, Lin Ling said, shaking his calf while eating the snacks taken from the coffee table.

A medicine for overdrawing life potential?

Putting this matter aside for a moment, Jiang Chen placed the battle report on the coffee table and looked at Xiaorou sitting opposite.

At this moment, Xiaorou's emotions are rather low, and she is obviously still holding a grudge against the hostages being finally taken away.

Jiang Chen did not blame her, but instead looked at her and smiled comfortably.

After all, for him now, the problems encountered by future human development in eschatological Africa cannot be discussed at all. From the beginning, he said that the future business of the future group was given to her to take care of, just to let her practice her hands.

"What are you going to do with those hostages?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

"I don't know, the people who fell in the west of Moore made a very high ransom. They asked us to exchange a box of military funds for a person." Sun Xiaorou shook his head and said with a slightly angry expression, "We are passing The chieftain negotiated with them, but still no good results ... "

No wonder she gets angry.

After all, future human development has been managing the relationship with the chieftain. However, this kind of thing happened in his territory. The big chief didn't help to catch the bandits, but instead acted as an intermediary to help the two sides negotiate.

Is this a human thing?

It ’s not unreasonable to fall behind. Sun Xiaorou ca n’t understand the thinking logic of these African tribes, but Jiang Chento can understand a little bit. The Gangya tribe needs to unite with other small tribes in Mombasa in order to secure their position as chieftain in the non-United Arab Emirates.

So, in any case, this great chief will not help outsiders suppress themselves.

Legal? moral?

Is there anything else about those things?

Of course, understanding and understanding, tolerance is impossible.

"Want to hear my opinion?" Jiang Chen said with a smile while looking at the distressed Xiaorou.

Xiaorou's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Jiang Chen, and his face regained a full smile.

"Do you have a way?"

"Well, give them the ransom first, and then give the chieftain the benefits of twenty boxes of military money, so that he must ensure the safety of the hostages." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"That's more than 20 boxes of military money, do you really have to pay them so much ransom?" Xiaorou opened her mouth slightly and looked at Jiang Chen in surprise. "There are also 20 boxes of military money paid. It ’s too much ... "

That is not a suitcase, but a small container dedicated to transporting arms.

"Maybe I am not clear enough. The benefits of the ten boxes of military funds are not just the rewards of being an intermediary," Jiang Chen smiled, seeing no change in his expression, but a little chill came out of his words. "There's still some money that Murmur lost in life."