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The stocky veteran was gone.

The few Wagner veterans who were originally guarding here also retreated quickly, as if they were afraid that if they were a step slower, they would be dragged back by this mud again.

There were only twelve people in the seventh group left in the trench, a section of mud, a few boxes of ammunition, and a machine gun that didn't know if it could still work properly.

There was also the dark forest belt three hundred meters ahead.

Victor stood in the middle of the trench and was silent for a few seconds, seeming to adapt to his new identity.

For a disciplinary force, this is a good start!

He didn't make any team leader's speech, nor did he say nonsense like everyone should unite and come back alive. He just glanced at everyone and then began to divide the work.

"Ivan, big wolf, be alert on the right."

"Little Wolf, Alyosha, check the ammunition box."

"Mikhail, see if there's anything else in the first aid kit that can be used."

Having said this, Victor's eyes fell on Shen Fei, and then looked at another tall man with dark skin.

His name is Moussa Ngoma, a Mozambican.

Shen Fei heard someone mention it a few times before.

This guy used to work as a stevedore in a southern port, but later he somehow got into the local gang and was responsible for looking after venues and collecting debts.

Later, during a shady transaction, someone tried to steal their goods.

Moussa smashed two people to death with a wrench, one of whom was the brother of a local gang leader.

So he went to jail.

Before Victor could speak, Ivan grinned: "Team leader, I suggest that our kung fu boy and nigger go clean up the corpses in the cat's ear holes."

"That taste suits them."

Musa stared at him, breathing gradually heavier.

They are all serious criminals, and they usually start a fight if they don't even look at them, let alone if they need to be insulted in person.

Conflict... is about to break out.

Ivan held the gun and sneered, "What? Not convinced?"

Musa also tightened his grip on the gun, but the two sides did not aim at each other, because if they did, the one who fired first would definitely be the supervising team in the rear.

Victor said coldly: "That's enough."

Ivan spread his hands: "I'm just making a suggestion, someone has to clean up those bodies."

Victor's eyes swept over the faces of everyone in the trench. Finally, he nodded and said, "You two, go clean the bodies in the air raid shelter."

Ivan grinned, showing his yellow teeth: "Did you hear the team leader's order, kung fu boy, nigger?"

Alyosha lowered his head to sort the ammunition box, as if he didn't hear anything.

Mikhail frowned, but just whispered a prayer.

No one speaks for them.

Very normal.

Shen Fei was not surprised at all.

This is the outer position of Bahemut. It is not a civilized society, let alone a fair place.

Of the twelve of them, at least the others were all furbears.

Even if they dislike each other, even if they were greeting each other's mother just a second ago, when it comes time to push them out to do dirty work, Shen Fei and Musa must be the first two to be seen.

A yellow skin.

A dark skinned one.

Two people who are easiest to bully and the least likely to have anyone stand up for them.

Shen Fei knew this very well, so he didn't argue or talk nonsense. He just calmly picked up a short-handled engineer shovel from the side.

Musa glanced at him and silently picked up another shovel.

The two of them walked towards the cat's ear hole one after the other.

Ivan's laughter sounded behind them: "Clean it up, maybe you can sleep in it at night."

Shen Fei paused slightly, but only for a moment, and then continued walking forward.

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