When the three fierce bandits on the right side fell to the ground softly,

Mad Blade was using his military spikes to finish off the two who had yet to stop breathing.

He looked back and saw that Three Swords' military spike was spotless, yet the three Ma bandits were already dead.

He couldn't help but give Three Swords a thumbs-up.

This swordsman truly kills without spilling blood!

After pulling out the spike, Mad Blade gestured backward.

Wang Wei and Shen Feng, along with the others, followed him up.

The First Squad, like a streak of black ghosts, entered the Desolate Valley.

Mad Blade first noticed the stone wall to the east of the valley and, indeed, there was a narrow stone cave.

The stone cave had been blocked by rubble, and two sentries were guarding the entrance.

In front of the stone cave were over a dozen vehicles, covered by oil cloths, which were the convoy's trucks.

In front of one of the trucks, there were five or six oil drums.

The oil drums were full of gasoline, a crucial commodity in the convoy's trade.

In the middle of the Desolate Valley, there were over a dozen tents made of leather, large and small.

Around the tents, about seven or eight sentries stood guard, fully armed with guns in hand.

Mad Blade frowned, glanced at the five or six oil drums, and immediately had an idea.

The immediate priority was, of course, to eliminate the two sentries in front of the stone cave to ensure the hostages' safety.

As for those still sleeping soundly in the main camp...

Mad Blade looked at the five or six oil drums and smiled wickedly.

He issued orders to everyone through the public communication channel.

The seven or eight men silently began to move.

Mad Blade, Three Swords, and others crept towards the stone cave.

However, this time, when they were less than fifty meters from the cave, someone suddenly emerged from the pile of rubble.

His gun was pointed at Mad Blade and Three Swords, shouting loudly, "Who?"

It turned out Ma Ying, fearing the convoy members might escape, had set up two overt sentries and a covert one.

At this moment, the covert sentry had spotted Mad Blade.

Bam!

Mad Blade's automatic rifle fired, the covert sentry was hit in the head and fell to the ground instantly.

Almost simultaneously, Three Swords' triangular military spike turned into a flash of cold light, piercing one of the sentries' throats.

Mad Blade, without hesitation, fired his rifle again, hitting the last sentry in the face.

The bullet went through the back of the sentry's head, and he fell too.

Almost at the exact moment Mad Blade's shot rang out, Wang Wei and the other team members occupied a favorable position and fired simultaneously.

All seven or eight sentries were hit and collapsed.

Each member of the Changfeng Squad carried an explosive pack.

Mad Blade originally planned to place explosive packs in each barrack, combined with the gasoline barrels, to blow the sleeping Ma bandits to the Western Paradise.

However, now it was too late for that.

The Ma bandit base camp sounded piercing alarms.

Many guys, wearing only underwear, rushed out.

Each one held an automatic rifle, creating chaos like a disturbed hornet's nest.

Mad Blade's plan was interrupted by the unexpected event.

Although the Changfeng Squad was elite, they were too few in number to handle over a hundred bandits.

Fortunately, in the dark, the bandits were panicking and disorganized, not forming effective firepower.

Otherwise, the Changfeng Squad would be in even greater trouble.

Mad Blade cursed and knew he couldn't fight the bandits head-on.

Just as he was about to order a retreat, he spotted the oil drums beside the vehicles, and an idea struck him.

Mad Blade quickly leaped onto one of the convoy's trucks.

He lifted the oil cloth and saw a truckload of gasoline barrels, all full.

Mad Blade was overjoyed, slapped his thigh, and swiftly climbed into the driver's seat, starting the engine.

Three Swords was puzzled, but Mad Blade had already turned the steering wheel, heading towards the bandits' main camp.

This truck full of gasoline drums was a giant explosive pack for the bandits.

If the truck reached the middle of the enemy camp, tossing an explosive pack into the truck bed would...

The chain explosion from so many oil drums would either blow them to pieces or burn them alive.

Of course, Mad Blade's action was extremely reckless and dangerous.

The explosion's force would be so great that even a slight touch from the shockwave could pulverize him.

Three Swords realized Mad Blade's intention and grew terrified.

"Mad Blade, be careful!"

As he spoke, the truck had already run over a tent, crushing numerous bandits under its wheels.

Not far away, some bandits finally reacted and began shooting at the truck.

Countless bullets shattered the windshield, whistling towards Mad Blade.

Mad Blade ducked his head beneath the steering wheel and stomped on the gas pedal.

Cold sweat poured down his body.

Any bullet hitting the oil drums could ignite a spark, exploding the gasoline and dooming him.

Luckily, in the darkness, many sand bandits were caught off guard, firing wildly.

The ones who realized quickly retreated, not daring to approach the gasoline truck.

The truck sped forward wildly, indifferent to the terrain.

It ran over three tents in a row, killing seven or eight soldiers.

Ma Ying never dreamed that Huaxia special forces would come for him so quickly.

Under the cover of several bodyguards, he fled in a panic to the distance.

Mad Blade estimated the truck had reached the center of the enemy camp.

He opened the door, rolled to the ground, and fled for his life.

Mad Blade ran two or three hundred meters, ignited a fuse on an explosive pack.

He threw the hissing explosive pack onto the gasoline truck.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion shook the earth, with a massive shockwave radiating from the fuel truck.

Mad Blade somersaulted several times and hid in a shallow pit.

The blast made his ears ring, his eardrums painfully throbbing.

Gasoline drums exploded in the truck, leveling all the tents, reducing numerous men to debris.

One by one, bandits turned into fire-wreathed figures, writhing and screaming in the inferno.

Despite being battle-hardened, Mad Blade was unnerved by the hellish sight.

About a third of the bandits foresaw danger and fled the firestorm.

However, the hidden members of Changfeng Squad launched their attack.

Their rifles fired accurately, producing rapid sounds, and the fleeing bandits fell, leaving countless bodies behind.

The others broke through along the small road, aiming to escape to the back mountain.

Mad Blade's ears still rang, but he did not relax.

He led the Changfeng Squad around the fire to pursue the bandits.

Ma Ying had tasted the prowess of Huaxia special forces.

Over a hundred armed bandits, only less than twenty followed him out of the Desolate Valley.

Each one wished for extra legs, scrambling and crawling to break through to the back mountain.

However, just as Ma Ying barely escaped Gourd Valley, a heavy machine gun roared ahead.

Fan Yi led the Second Squad, cutting off their escape route.

Seven or eight sand bandits were caught off guard, swept down by the thumb-thick heavy machine gun bullets, their bodies scattered everywhere.

Ma Ying scrambled to hide behind a large stone.

At this moment, Mad Blade led the First Squad to surround Ma Ying from behind.

Countless gun barrels pointed at Ma Ying.

Ma Ying was terrified, raising his hands high.

"Don't shoot, I surrender, I surrender!"

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