![]() ![]() A miraculous headshot finally ended the carnage, and somehow my mercs walked away with only near-fatal injuries. There was shouting, plus screaming and threats. ![]() Bullets pinged off rocks as shots missed their targets. Someone thought it would be a good idea to toss a molotov into the mix. Another panicked, tried to flee and, of course, stepped on another mine. ![]() One of my squad went berserk, ran out of cover and just started spraying bullets. Then my mechanic stepped on a mine.Ĭhaos took hold. One turn in, half of the opposition were dead. Several goons were grouped together, which was handy for my shotgun-wielding medic. Instead, they found themselves in a minefield surrounded by foes. My squad of mercs were enjoying a day at the beach, following up on intel that an explosives expert was there. ![]()
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