Yes, just like the title of the previous chapter, finriel cursed that it was a shell, fool! While asking people to find shelter to prepare for the bombardment of shells, he also found a big stone to hide behind. He had seen such shells. Before he set foot on the smuggling ship with a rich man as a millionaire, he saw a sea battle on the sea when fishing. A huge shell looks like a bean at a distance, but the bean will produce explosion and instant flame. Flying debris can cut off the mast. The best way to avoid is to jump into the water and dive to a depth of 20 meters. Those shrapnel will have no terrible lethality.


    This is on land. There is no water 20 meters deep for him to dive. He can only learn from the sailors on the deck, crawling behind the wine barrel, holding their head and buttocks towards the place where the shell landed.


    A rotten ass is better than a broken head!


    But this time he was destined to be disappointed, because there was no deafening explosion, only a flash of fire. He looked back curiously. Those shells exploded more than 20 meters from the ground. They were a group of bad shells. He had never heard that shells would explode in mid air, Did the military purchase department of these imperialists benefit?


    As soon as his eyes turned, perhaps this was also a material that could be obtained on the negotiation table. If the other party did not agree to his conditions, he would expose the purchase of inferior shells by the military region.


    The fire rain all over the sky and the screams from all directions soon made him recover. He suddenly shivered and looked down at the burning flame on the stone less than a meter away from himself. The flame is attached to the stone. There is nothing to burn except a layer of black viscous substance on the surface of the stone. He went over and blew hard. His beard was blown up, but the flame the size of an egg not only didn''t go out, but grew larger with his blowing action.


    He immediately bent down and picked up a piece of rotten bark, pressed it on the fire and wiped it. He was able to make sure that the flame had been completely extinguished. When he lifted the bark, some black viscous substances were attached to the moss on the bark surface.


    The next second, a flame rose on the stone and the bark, and it burned violently, which scared him to let go and let the bark fall to the ground.


    Gradually, words like "devil''s flame" and "Hell''s flame" came around. People who were contaminated with the flame screamed and rolled, but they could not stop the flame from going out again and again. The whole valley was like falling into hell.


    His body stumbled. Fenril covered his chest and coughed violently. The violent cough made him stoop and had a feeling that he wanted to cough out his lungs. He wiped the wet corners of his mouth. He needed to maintain his positive image. However, he looked at the back of his hand. It was not saliva, it was blood!


    When a man shouted "this smoke is poisonous" in a particularly sad voice, all those who can still run and are not ignited by the fire of hell rushed to the valley mouth on both sides. Maybe it would be safe to run out. But what greeted them was not fresh air, but rows of automatic rifles with insurance turned on and weapon carrying platforms. The metal storm came to the world in an instant. The blood gathered together like a stream, bending and spreading on the mountain road along the ups and downs of the terrain.


    Behind the steam, faces with fanaticism and distortion showed their teeth, as ferocious as the devil climbing out of hell. Their fingers locked the trigger tightly, and the bullets poured out like a rainstorm.


    Behind them, journalists kept taking pictures and writing hard, one of them wrote——


    "Crime is as fragile as paper in front of the bullets of justice. This group of demons who burned, killed, looted and murdered thousands in the west finally wait for their trial. Each bullet represents a determination, a sharp sword to ensure the stability of the West and uphold justice and justice for those innocent victims. These sharp swords penetrated the demons'' bodies and tore up their ugly souls. Do you hear that? The demons are unwilling to roar. That''s their final song of falling into hell. May all innocent people killed by them see this moment in the kingdom of heaven. "


    "May God be with us, may peace last forever, and may such things never happen again."


    Everyone has everyone''s justice. The devil or angel can''t judge their right or wrong because of their instinct. That''s just the way they live.


    But today, this must be a victory for the army. Mr. Colonel''s mouth was slightly picked up. So many war achievements were enough to make his medal beautiful and shining. He stepped onto a new level again and took another step away from the star.


    The unilateral killing lasted less than ten minutes, and the valley fell into a dead silence. All the sounds disappeared, and only a few machines spraying water mist were humming and whispering.


    After waiting for another three minutes, Mr. Colonel nodded, "start cleaning up the poison gas. Pay attention to the possibility that someone may pretend to be dead. When cleaning the battlefield, be sure to replenish the gun in the key parts. Soldiers, bullets are not worth money, but your life is extremely precious. You must ensure your safety!"


    Driven by soldiers with gas masks, the water mist spraying machine began to move towards the valley. The whole valley was filled with a kind of purple gray smoke, which condensed but did not disperse. Of course, thanks to the special geographical terrain of the valley, the high wind can not stir the air flow in the valley, so that these toxic smoke will not leak out in a large area.


    In fact, the leakage does not have much to do with it. Early tomorrow morning, these toxic floating particles will adhere to the surface of some plants. Chemicals that are highly toxic to humans have no effect on plants. After several times of heavy rain cleaning, these things will eventually enter the soil and finally be decomposed into harmless substances.


    The gunshots that rang out from time to time in the valley and the twisted bodies on the ground made the soldiers who went into the valley to clean the battlefield a little shocking, and even felt fear from the bottom of their hearts. The word war is very close to them, because they are soldiers and warriors to protect the empire from aggression. Their existence is for war. But the word is far from them. The latest war took place more than 20 years ago, and the blood tide more than 10 years ago was just an unequal battle.


    But here, in this small valley, they can really feel the weight of the word war and the glory it brings.


    Everyone kept silent as much as possible. Every time they saw a body, they shot it twice. One shot in the head and one shot in the chest. This is the executive standard for cleaning the battlefield. They learned it in class. When the poisonous fog of the whole valley was dispersed and the ground was covered with a layer of purple gray dust, reporters and officers outside came in.


    This is a great gratifying thing. The freedom front, an illegal armed extremist organization entrenched in the west, was wiped out, creating a safe environment for the lives and property of the people in the West. This is also a great achievement. The number of people killed at more than 2000 levels is enough to enable the commander of this battle to get an imperial Silver Heart Medal and the dispatched Legion to get a group war flag level II medal. Everyone has received tangible benefits, which is a good thing.


    The flashing of magnesium light makes the commander feel like a hero. He wears white gloves. After all, there are still a lot of toxic dust here. If he is accidentally contaminated, he may hurt himself. Wearing a pair of gloves can always be safer. He waved and asked the soldiers to bring several outposts. Pointing to the neatly arranged and numbered bodies on the ground, he said, "write your leader''s number on a piece of paper. If someone lies, he will also get a number plate, okay?"


    Several sentry posts trembled and nodded their heads. They were almost unstable. For more than an hour, I didn''t expect that this group of freedom front, which was feared by everyone in the West and almost stopped trade, was so finished?


    The first post received a pen and a piece of paper, walked from head to end under the guard of the soldiers, handed the paper on his hand to the major, and then the second went to identify it. When all ten checkpoints were identified, the major began to compare these papers with only six numbers. He suddenly raised his head and pointed to the seventh man. Before the seventh man could say anything, his frightened expression solidified on his face.


    A bullet penetrated his skull from behind and made him fall to the ground.


    The major glanced indifferently at the guy who was still twitching on the ground but actually died, hummed and sneered, "I hate people lying to me!" then he handed one of them to a soldier, "take these six bodies out and put them aside alone." after that, he turned and looked at the special Commissioner photographed by the imperial capital with a smile, "Mr. Commissioner, all six leaders of the freedom front have been killed. You can call the cabinet. The Western military region has completed the encirclement and suppression task perfectly."


    The Commissioner wore a pair of gold rimmed glasses and a straight formal dress, which made him out of tune with everything here. He glanced at the paper in his hand and put it in his pocket, "I will immediately call the Secretary of defense and report to the cabinet what I have seen and heard. I have to praise you, major Mann. Your thinking is very clear and the soldiers perform very well, which will make the minister and the cabinet remember your name."


    Major Mann held back his inner excitement and took the initiative to stretch out his hands. "This is what I should do. Fighting for the empire is my lifelong faith and my glory!"


    The Commissioner smiled mysteriously. He nodded and agreed: "history will remember this moment!"