What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 516 The Eve (3)

On the highway under the darkness, a group of mercenaries who had just got off the plane, sitting in several pickup trucks, entered this chaotic place surrounded by mountains and river valleys.

"Erhard!" The man sitting in front of one of the pickups suddenly asked the leader sitting in the middle seriously: "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" The man in the middle raised his head: "I'm sure!"

"The reward amount has been increased to 20 holy coins!"

Everyone on the pickup suddenly became short of breath.

20 sacred coins!

Worth more than 200 billion euros!

The most important thing is that this reward can be exchanged for any material according to the market price.

It can be food, industrial products, consumer products, or oil!
Holy Rome's reputation among mercenaries is enough to make people believe that even in the most chaotic Africa, they can deliver goods to their door!

The supplies from Central Africa last time were delivered by the Raksha people using An 225.

The fighter jets that escorted the material transportation were the Rafale of the African Corps of China!

"Erhard!" Everyone said, "We must fight for the reward this time!"

"The hope of 200 million Saharan people depends on us!"

"Even if we are all dead, as long as we can get a part of the reward, it is enough!"

In this chaotic era where ghosts are rampant.

The people of the vast number of developing countries have long been in dire straits.

With the arrival of demons and ghosts, plague, famine, death, and war follow one another.

A weak and small country has neither the ability to destroy the demons and protect the people, nor the ability to fight against the warlords and martial arts masters who grew up in the era of demons.

Many countries, even the central government, have long been just a concept.

At least 60 former countries are now in a de facto state of anarchy.

Somalia and Haiti in the old days, in front of these countries, can say that they are centralized and unified countries.

In the era of demons and ghosts, the previous international aid also fell off a cliff.

What Food and Agriculture Agency, Red Cross Society, UNICEF, International Rescue Agency, World Bank...

Although most of these institutions used to be tricks to sell dog meat.

But at least, if something goes wrong, there is still something to do.

However, these international institutions are now dead in name only.

There is no one to show off.

What's more terrible is that because demons are raging in vast countries in Asia, Africa and Latin America, if there is no oil, the small and poor countries now do not have strategic resources such as uranium, iron ore, and copper ore.

Let alone infiltration, interference, and manipulation by big countries.

If you look at it more than once, you will lose!

The reason is simple, ghosts destroy more than just state order and institutions.

By the way, social organizations and structures are also disintegrated and eliminated.

No one, no capital, dares to put their own factories and machines in a place where demons are rampant and the people are precarious for production.

Countless countries want sweatshops but can't get them, and they want exploitation but can't get them!

The global industry, naturally, concentrated in those few stable powers.

And what about these small, poor countries?

Can only wait for slow death in despair!
Since a long time ago, the international media and the Internet have lost the voices of these countries and regions.

They became the Forgotten, who did not exist.

There are no journalists to care about their lives, and no organization to record their fate.

They are like air, they obviously exist, but the whole world can't see them.

The Sahara is one such region.

In the old days, it was a barren and war-torn area.

In the era of ghosts, the entire Sahara became a purgatory on earth.

Food, water and everything else is heavily dependent on imports.

But deserts and deserts cannot produce anything.

Therefore, the only way for people in this area to survive is to be a mercenary!
There are mercenaries in the poor mountains and rivers!
20 sacred coins, worth 200 billion euros.

It is possible to buy enough food for the people of an entire region for decades and necessities for several years.

You can also buy extremely precious seawater desalination equipment.

only……

"With our strength, it is impossible to swallow it alone..." Erhard looked at his compatriots: "We must unite with others!"

He is just an A-rank martial artist.

Most of the team members are B rank.

This kind of strength is not enough.

You can only form an alliance, or participate in a powerful alliance, and share this bounty together!

"Just now, I contacted the people from Ifanda..."

"They welcome us in!"

Ifanda is a loose mutual aid organization.

When they come together, they gather; when they do not, they disperse.

The only problem is, the commission for this organization is very high.

Once joined, half of the final income will be taken away.

It's still good!
Under normal circumstances, mercenaries can only get [-]%.

Others are deducted by management fee, operation fee and security fee.

Therefore, everyone in the team hesitated.

Ifanda's handling fee is too high.

However, if you join Ifanda, you can get top-level intelligence support and logistical support.

Because behind this organization stood a participant of the Blue Star game.

According to legend, the flag has countless magical uses of the African emperor!
Holy Rome had an elector who came from that great country.

Erhard looked at the hesitant looks of his team members,
No need to ask people on other pickups.

Most of them will not agree.

Erhard sighed and said, "Then we can only go to the place and find someone to join us!"

"Maybe, we can meet some friends who have worked together before!"

"For example, friends from Gaza, Rabbi Euphrates, Egypt..."

"I just don't know if they have come!"

Just as he was talking, a scream of shells sounded from afar.

boom!
Everyone's nerves tensed immediately.

"Mortar!" Erhard screamed, judging from the sound of the shells: "It's an 80mm mortar!
Everyone immediately jumped off the pickup truck skillfully and rolled on the road.

boom!
Erhard rolled into the grass and saw that the pickup he was riding on had been hit by two mortar shells and turned into a fireball.

Worse yet...

From the hillsides on both sides of the road, the tail flames of RPG appeared.

He even saw, there were anti-tank missileers, emerging from the hillside.

The thermal imager has locked his direction!
"Damn!"

"Who is ambushing us?"

Erhard didn't think too much about it. His years of experience in life and death made him immediately make a judgment: he must fight back immediately!

Otherwise, those condescending armed forces will use artillery, RPG and individual anti-tank missiles to wipe him and his team on this road!

"Everyone!" Erhard yelled, "Fight each other, destroy them!"

The individual ability of a martial artist is far beyond that of ordinary people!
In this regard, Erhard has full confidence!
but……

The next moment, he became terrified: "Retreat, don't be exposed to open areas, retreat into the woods immediately!"

"Don't love war! Don't love war!"

The hoarse, hysterical voice, fueled by the energy of martial arts, even overwhelmed the screams of mortars, the rattling of machine guns, and the tail flames of RPGs, and spread to the entire battlefield.

As an A-level martial artist, Erhard's sensitive hearing has already heard the sound of propellers in the sky!

That's a drone!
In the age of ghosts, high-endurance drones carrying multiple precision-guided bombs are designed to bomb martial artists!
Judging from the voice, Erhard knew that it was his old friend.

Rainbow-4!

"What's going on!" Erhard didn't understand why he encountered such a thing just after entering the Triangle River Valley!

Totally unreasonable!

How did he know that the triangular river valley at this moment, surrounding the Naga ghost tree, has already been smashed into a pot of porridge!
The entire river valley area, all forces, entered chaos after nightfall.

Not just because of Citigroupers.

It's not just because of the Eastern Republic.

Local and local forces are not willing to be lonely, or it is an important reason to start acting in fear!
For example, the team attacking Erhard now is from the former Xiaoba in this area.

Zeng Megatron shook the entire area, punched Citi nursing home, and kicked the cochin in Siam Kindergarten!
Today's Cochin, although not as majestic as in the past.

However, the forces of foreign powers have nakedly entered his most vulnerable and sensitive areas, and have not informed Jiaozhi.

This made the sensitive nerves of the Cochin people tingle quickly!
The previous fear also spread from the bottom of my heart.

The talking tree immediately thought of Agent Orange, Molotov cocktails, and the Gaotai Sect!

So, action was taken immediately.

Khmer and Siam acquiesced to the behavior of cochin.

He even dispatched his own private armed forces to participate in it.

the reason is simple.

Who wants their own home to become a place where other people's homes fight?
But they couldn't resist, and didn't dare to resist, so they used the Jiaozhi people to completely muddy the water!

Siamese and Khmer people know it well.

This area has long been regarded by the Republic as its own backyard.

Foreign forces will never be allowed to undermine the peace and tranquility of the region.

It will not allow foreign forces to infiltrate and influence for a long time.

Therefore, in the era of ghosts, countries in the region did not lament that "too far from heaven, but too close to Citigroup" like Citigroup's neighbors.

Instead, relative peace and stability have been maintained.

Therefore, they know that once there is turmoil and instability in the region.

The Republic will definitely intervene strongly to maintain peace!
Because only in peace can we do business and develop the economy.

Citigroup's attitude is much more interesting.

As for the Senate and the Grand Commander, they didn't want to make a fuss, nor did they want to tear their face apart.

Especially the commander himself, after listening to the report of the Senate, even at a certain moment, he had the urge to visit Tan Chengcheng.

Under the persuasion of the staff, he gave up this idea.

However, the nearly 90-year-old Grand Commander's longing for eternal life is like boiling water, and he can no longer be quiet.

So, the commander-in-chief called Cochin, Khmer, Siam and other relevant countries.

Made several guarantees!
And the assurance of the great commander has changed in some people's ears.

became a kind of encouragement.

It even resembles the promise of 'after handing in this nomination certificate, you will be with me in the future'!

These people think they 'get it' and they become bolder.

But at this time, calls from Dongying and Xinluo people also came.

One by one, the chaebols directly called the heads of some regional forces.

Dongying and Silla have operated for a long time and penetrated deeply into countries including Cochin and Siam.

When they joined, the private security forces in relevant countries in the region were also mobilized.

Ok!

This is a complete mess!

The situation in the entire triangle area completely got out of control after nightfall!
Pro-Citigroup, anti-Citigroup, pro-republic, anti-republic, those who want to defend their homeland, those who want to defend security, plus the private security who misunderstood the meaning of the Citigroup and was instigated by the chaebols of Japan and Silla.

They quickly started friendly exchanges with each other, and had cordial conversations and greetings with many weapons including mortars, 107 rocket launchers, rpgs, and machine guns.

As far as Erhard's team is concerned, it can only be said that they came to the wrong place at the wrong time and were involved in a dispute that should not have been involved.

The only good news is that the mobility and individual combat capabilities of martial arts masters are far beyond ordinary people.

So, despite being ambushed.

But the loss of the team is not big!
When Erhard gathered his team again in a jungle and counted the number of people, he found that only a dozen people were missing and about [-] people were injured.

Most of the wounded were not seriously injured.

After reassembling his team, Erhard reported the attack through his terminal.

Soon, Erhard's terminal received a message.

His account received 100 sacred coins!

Erhard's pupils suddenly dilated!
"They..." This Saharan martial artist took a deep breath, "They want to let our blood flow in this land far away from our hometown!"

100 holy coins!
It is worth 1000 million euros, enough to import a set of small seawater desalination equipment from Europe!

It allows women and children of a tribe to drink clean water.

And this is just the beginning!
I just thought of that mission with a total reward of 20 sacred coins.

Erhard's throat kept swallowing.

He knew that he had no choice.

In the era of demons and ghosts, martial arts masters in big countries can indulge in luxury and extravagance.

However, martial artists in small countries, especially in poor and arid regions like the Sahara, actually have no choice.

What's the matter, go to a big country and work as a dog and work for the security consortium of a big country.

In this way, maybe you can live a good life for yourself, and you can also take over your parents, relatives and friends.

But it can only give up the thousands of poor people who are waiting to be fed in their hometown.

Well, you can only use your own strength to fight for a way out for your hometown and the people of the motherland.

And today, 22 years after the ghost era has begun, those who can get rid of it have already gone away.

Those who are willing to stay have already realized it.

Erhard lowered his head, thinking about the tribe that raised him.

Thinking of the elders of the tribe, in order not to drag others down, they walked into the desert alone after the age of 60 and disappeared into the yellow sand.

I thought of those sallow and thin children.

I also thought of the men, women, and children who starved to death at home during the famine season.

Erhard raised his head and looked at the people gathered in front of him.

"Just now I uploaded the incident and video of the attack to the mission network of Holy Rome through the terminal..."

"They sent 100 holy coins to my account!"

Erhard did not hide anything, and there was no need to hide it. He said bluntly: "According to the exchange principle, 100 sacred coins can be exchanged for a set of seawater desalination equipment made in Prussia!"

"They want our blood to be shed here!"

Everyone looked at Erhard, their leader.

"As long as they give enough!" Someone said: "Drain it!"

In chaotic, impoverished Africa, tens of thousands of people have died every day for the past 22 years.

In Africa, the danger of ghosts has not even been ranked.

The number of people who died at the hands of cholera, malaria, famine and war is too numerous to count.

People have long been numb to death.

Whether it is 100 million deaths or 1000 million deaths, it is just a number.

Especially in the Sahara, death is just a daily occurrence.

Looking at the young faces in front of him.

Erhard said slowly word by word: "Holy Rome has updated the mission!"

"The bounty turned into a hunt!"

"A C-level enemy, a sacred coin!"

"B-level 10!"

"A-level 100!"

"And S-class 1!"

"As for the original target, whether captured alive or killed, it is still 20!"

Needless to say, Holy Rome, changed tactics!
They use money to open the way!
Also buy life with money!
Buy their lives!
They want to completely mess up this area!
Not only Erhard understood, but the entire team understood.

Other mercenary organizations also understood.

Many people started to retreat.

Sacred coins are good, but if you earn money with your life, it’s not worth it if you don’t spend your life!
However, many more chose to stay and get involved!
They, like Erhard's men, had no choice.

They come from Gaza, Haiti, Honduras, Congo, Burkina Faso...

Even in the old days, it was a place of extreme poverty and chaos.

But now, the people of these countries and regions, even life itself, is already a luxury.

……

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Xu Ji recorded the video, checked it, and after confirming that there was nothing missing, he sat cross-legged on the floor of the balcony, waiting for the transition to come.

It was also at this time that Weixin received a lot of videos on his mobile phone.

They were all sent by Gui Ling.

Xu Ji clicked on one of them curiously, and saw dozens of tail flames rising from the mountain under the thermal imager.

Tracer bullets dragged long strips of light in the darkness.

The sound of screaming mortars roared in the valley.

On the narrow mountain road, one car after another was hit into fireballs.

This short video, which is less than ten seconds long, can be watched quickly.

Xu Ji pulled down, and dozens of similar videos showed fierce battles.

He sighed slightly, remembering the phone call he received during the day and Gui Ling's hint afterwards.

"I won't kill Boren, Boren will die because of me!" Xu Ji sighed softly.

Apparently, it was those two foreigners, showing Xu Ji their strength.

"This is a provocation!"

"It's not just provoking me, it's also provoking Dao Patriarch!"

(End of this chapter)