Many armed militants wounded by Edison and his mercenaries are painfully wailing.
The heart-wrenching screams can be heard from two to three hundred meters away.
Some tried to come to the rescue, but...
Bang~
The crisp sound of gunfire!
A precise hit!
Among the experienced mercenaries, there are top-notch snipers.
Aiming for the head without harming the neck, disabling the left leg without touching a single hair on the right leg.
Hitting the thigh, downed with a single shot.
After falling, they screamed in agony.
The mercenaries would shoot, not to kill them instantly, but to let them slowly bleed and struggle incessantly.
On the battlefield,
Bodies are bleeding, wounded are screaming in agony.
These militants used to occasionally fire flares, fearing the inability to see the battlefield clearly.
But now...
Each one of them is hiding, wishing they could dig a hole and bury themselves in it.
The fight suddenly erupted, then just as suddenly ceased.
