Emergency Doctor Mercenary Road

Chapter 815: The beginning of Amazon

  Chapter 815 Amazon's Early Years

   "This handsome doctor, your way of comforting people is really unique."

"What he means is that you are so hard steel. Except for men being beaten into sieves and old and weak women and children being taken away, there is no possibility at all. Let's go to war, we will join the war and help you fight this war." Bell seriously Continue.

  Lu Fei nodded with a smile, and the wild fox brothers who formed a circle began to draw guns from their backpacks.

  The light of justice is shining in everyone's eyes. Fighting drug dealers is commonplace.

   Patriarch Julio shook his head unexpectedly.

   "No, free lunches are always poisonous. It's not that I trust a few, but why did the distinguished guests help us to get ahead."

   "I can understand your prudence. In this way, I will make a condition that if you agree, we will help you kill all these gangsters of drug dealers who want to rob you poor gangsters, and kill them all without leaving any trouble."

   "The doctor's request is always well-founded and not too outrageous, please say it." Julio said softly with the calmness he was used to seeing all kinds of tricks.

   "The snake meat you invited us to eat at noon should be charred on the outside and tender on the inside, with a little more oil." Lu Fei said it very solemnly, and his tone seemed to let the Tsimane sell their souls.

   "Don't make trouble, they're all killed, and they're serious."

   "I'm serious, I haven't eaten the largest python meat in the world when I grow up so big, brothers, has anyone eaten it?"

   "No, I'm greedy. By the way, I'm half Chinese, and I don't have any psychological barriers to eating snakes."

   "Gray cat is right, I'm greedy too."

   "You don't want to be so exaggerated about eating alone."

  The wild fox brothers ranted about the patriarch's stinginess.

   Julio turned his head to look at them, his eyes mist rising.

   "Deal! You are sent by God, although I don't really believe that guy."

"I don't really believe it either. I'm from China, and I don't believe in any immortal. Don't worry, we're not thinking about anything in your tribe, like this **** who wants to buy zero yuan, we can't kill it. few."

  Bell nodded, waving his hand to let the brothers occupy the favorable terrain.

   "No, no, we can't fight hard. The path from the drug dealers is very narrow. If they suffer a loss, they have to run away. It will be too troublesome to make a comeback in the future." Lu Fei raised his hand to stop it.

   "Alas, Kung Fu Panda is about to become a Conspiracy Panda." Fanny knew that he was not good enough, and knew that many drug dealers would be killed again.

   Lu Fei ignored Fanny who was muttering beside him, stretched out his hand to call everyone over, and whispered for a while.

   Patriarch Julio listened to his words, and from time to time a sudden enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He felt that he was an honest person, and everyone outside was complicated and bad. Why are there so many routines.

   The patriarch quickly ran back, called his team over, and ordered them to go down.

  …

  The sun gradually rose to the middle, although it was not unbearably hot, but it was also very uncomfortable.

   Garcia, who was outside the camp gate, raised his hand and looked at his watch, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

  Because there were women's cries, children's noise, and men's angry reprimands from the Tsimane camp, and things flew into the sky from time to time.

  Speaking of a chicken flying dog jumping can't be more vivid.

   This shows that the Tsimane people are cowardly, and Patriarch Julio is cowardly, and they are going to run away.

   "Brothers, let's go to take over the new camp. If the Tsimanes dare to stay in my territory, the men will be caught for work, and the women will be used for work, hahaha."

   A group of horses giggled and shouted, and swarmed towards the camp gate of the Indian gathering place.

  Despite the thirst for loot, the pups made their way into the camp after half a minute.

   In front of it is an open space where the Tsimane people gather to eat. The grass mats are scattered on the ground, and there are four or five small thatched cottages more than ten meters away. At this time, no one was there, not even the grass dog that was raised.

   In addition to the mess, the camp is already empty.

   Garcia took steps that he did not recognize, and waved his hand triumphantly to let his men move on.

   "Brothers, come on..."

   Before he finished speaking, a swish swish sounded, and a dozen bows and arrows shot out from the side of the thatched cottage.

   puff puff, a soft sound that penetrated into the flesh was painful to hear.

   "Ah, it hurts! The Tsimane didn't leave."

   "Uh, my belly."

   "My leg, don't pull it out, blood is coming out."

   Four or five young horses fell to the ground with arrows, wailing endlessly.

  Although the Tsimane's bows and arrows caused very little damage, the horses were basically wearing vests, T-shirts, jeans, and the difference from the meat shield was just a layer of cloth.

  Garcia watched helplessly as an arrow slid dangerously past his cheek, and his breathing almost stopped.

Angrily he shouted: "Shoot! Dead Julio lied to us, killed them, not a single one!"

   "Da da da, da da da!"

  The horses fired their guns in panic and anger. More than 20 long guns aimed at the thatched hut and the gaps in the middle to focus fire, and the bullets flew everywhere.

   After more than ten seconds, Garcia waved his hand to stop his shooting.

   Faint moans and cries sounded in the area behind the thatched hut.

   "Leave two people to take care of the wounded, the others spread out, move forward, and shoot when they see anyone, they only have bows and arrows." Garcia's smoky voice roared.

  The horses took cover alternately, and the cat walked slowly, moving forward step by step.

   It took a few minutes to enter the area behind the thatched cottage.

In front of    is the living area of ​​the Tsimane people, there is a pergola for making tapioca juice, an area for drying clothes, an open kitchen for slaughtering and cleaning animals, and even a sandy area for children to play.

  Forty or fifty meters further ahead, there are a dozen small thatched cottages.

  The scene that Garcia hoped for did not appear. There were neither dead bodies nor Tsimanes who were fighting and retreating. There were many dark bloodstains on the ground.

   "Haha, many native soldiers were injured, continue to shoot at the thatched cottage, don't let these natives ambushed us."

   "The boss is so powerful, shoot!" His own fun-loving people help others.

   The gunshots rang again.

  The long and short thatched grass in the thatched cottage in the distance, the supporting branches, and the pots and pots at the door were beaten and fluttered everywhere. The chaotic scene satisfied people's desire for destruction.

  There is a different world under the thatched cottage that no one has seen.

   Under the thatched hut, which was supported by a few sturdy wooden stakes, was filled with various sundries.

  There are large stones, there are pieces of semi-finished wood, and there are several rooms with a lot of cassava and corn.

  The wild fox brothers followed the layout of the thatched hut, fanning out to hide in the sundries below the hut, and the muzzles of the guns were already aimed at the front, waiting for the drug dealer's horses to shoot and come to an end.

  The sound of kakaka came clearly, and the horses emptied their magazines one after another.

  Bell was downstairs somewhere in the thatched hut and asked softly, "Brothers, prepare to shoot at your nearest target, don't show mercy, don't attack without authorization, follow orders."

  The brothers responded one by one.

  Bell waited for them to stop firing and gave the order when they moved forward again.

   "Shoot, focus fire!"

   Bullets flew out from under the thatched huts, with only a slight humming sound.

  In an instant, the seven or eight horses in the front row seemed to be pierced by sharp swords, blood splattered one by one, and they fell to the ground trembling.

  It wasn't until the horses in the second row fell to the ground one after another that Garcia in the back row realized that a powerful and ruthless opponent was secretly attacking.

  Lu Fei and Fanny were under the thatched hut in the middle. According to the prior arrangement, after knocking down most of the drug dealers' horses, the two changed to shotguns.

   "Boom boom boom boom boom boom!"

  Two small steel cannon-like shotguns began to sweep across the front. Even the horses lying on the ground were hit on the back, limbs, and buttocks by the extremely scattered shotguns, and the screams continued.

   "Quick retreat, this is a trap!"

   "Boss, wait for me."

   "Fuck you, don't hug my leg."

   Garcia, who was in a hurry to escape, was grabbed by the injured subordinate's leg, and the bullets kept whizzing past him, a panic in his heart.

  In a hurry, he picked up his subordinates and stood in front of him.

  The shotguns that were roaring dozens of meters away were still roaring, and Lu Fei and Fanny, who were so big, took care of them frequently.

   The back of the flatterer in front of Garcia had been beaten to a pulp. People miraculously vomited blood while speaking, but the voice was so soft that Garcia in front of him couldn't hear it.

   It's just the malicious eyes that make people shudder.

  Garcia dragged his tank men to keep retreating, and finally escaped from this area.

   A few horses who were nimble and afraid of death also escaped and returned to the gathering area in front of the camp. The few who stayed behind followed Garcia and ran outside the camp gate.

   Bell was about to order the pursuit, when Julio's roar sounded in the rainforest on both sides.

  Tisman's soldiers rushed out armed with swords, guns and clubs.

  There were also angry women behind them, armed with all kinds of strange weapons, and they also followed and killed them.

  Women are always more emotional and impulsive, and they generally want to eat their flesh for those who dare to destroy their homes, not to mention that they are rain forest natives with cannibal blood.

  The wild fox brothers pushed aside the cover in front of them, crawled out one by one, and chased forward from the middle road.

   Garcia, who managed to escape to the gate of the camp, looked at the five or six injured subordinates who came up behind him. He couldn't help but feel grief and indignation. Before he could show his various emotions, the Tismans behind him rushed up angrily.

   "Hold up, I'll go back and call someone!" Garcia was startled, started to speed up again, and ran towards the southern path where he came from.

   A few horses turned around subconsciously, ready to shoot, blocking one or two.

A dozen or twenty bows and arrows suddenly appeared in the air in front of   .

   Caught off guard, several arrows were inserted into the horses.

Before the screams of    could be heard, a group of shirtless natives, both men and women, rushed up and drowned them in an instant.

   Poke with spear, smash with wooden stick, stab with bow and arrow, this is a man's ultimate move,

   Thick needles for sewing quilts, rolling pins for kneading dough, soles for straw sandals, that are women's anger.

   When the wild fox brothers arrived, the horses were completely unrecognizable, and even some warriors were mad and directly opened their mouths, but they were dragged away by Julio, who was also on the front line.

   "Be civilized, you can't eat people. I've told you several times that human flesh is not delicious. Doctor, come here, distinguished guests can understand our anger at the moment, it's really not to eat people."

   Julio smiled and looked at the wild fox brothers who came, and wiped the blood from his mouth with his chocolate-colored arm.

   The smile is very sunny.

   (end of this chapter)

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