The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

"Cough, cough..." Zhao Ziyang coughed violently. With great effort, he propped himself up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his tinnitus head and grabbed the blade beside him.

Dao Feng's back was covered with shrapnel that entered his body, it was bright red, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale and pale, and he fell into a severe coma.

"Aw..." Omo's howling sound came, and he set up a heavy machine gun with half of his body rolled up.

Scytheman lay on the ground and twitched. The serious internal injury made him unable to recover for a while.

"Swart, are you still alive?" Zhao Ziyang made a shrill voice.

They couldn't survive this time, and they all had to die on this mountain.

"You're dead and I'm not dead yet..." Swart's weak voice came from the other side of the mountain. Although he was not dead, he was not far from death.

Zhao Ziyang, who heard Swart's voice, quickly turned over, and saw Swart leaning over the wound on his right chest with a face like gold paper, his lower abdomen was almost pierced by a shrapnel.

"Be patient, be patient, don't fall asleep, stay awake." Zhao Ziyang supported Swart to make him lie down more comfortably.

"O-give me another morphine..." Swarte raised his distorted cheeks and asked Zhao Ziyang.

"No, you can't take morphine anymore." Zhao Ziyang refused when he saw the morphine syringe left on the ground.

The use of morphine on the battlefield is based on a certain dose, and it must not be used in excess.Morphine can relieve pain, but over-injection can make people addicted after the war.

"Would you fucking give it!" Swart grabbed Zhao Ziyang's neck and roared with flaming eyes: "You yellow pig, I want morphine, I want morphine!"

Glancing at the defenders climbing halfway up the mountain, Zhao Ziyang took out a morphine injection with a painful expression on his face.

It's about to die, just let Swart be comfortable.

After injecting the second morphine, Swart became energetic. He immediately opened his first aid kit and took out another morphine from it to inject himself.

"Uh..." Swart, who had been injected with three morphine shots in a row, groaned in pain, shaking his head vigorously, and white foam mixed with blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, which stopped after a while.

With a "poof", the shrapnel in the abdomen was pulled out by Swart.Blood gushed out and splashed on Zhao Ziyang's body.

"Idiot, what are you still doing!" Swart opened his mouth to scold Zhao Ziyang.

"Fuck, you are an idiot!" Zhao Ziyang scolded Swart back, and immediately wrapped Swart's wound tightly with a bandage.

The bandages didn't help at all, just barely squeezed the wound together.

The sniper rifle was held by Swart, and he got down on the ground again, aiming at the defender mercenary who continued to climb up with the help of the rock.

"Bang!" The gunshot sounded, and a sniper warhead roared and shot at the vampire.

The vampire who had just flashed out from behind a rock was shot in the shoulder, and the whole person flew backwards and smashed heavily on a rock.

The colonel and others who were constantly sniped by the undead immediately hid themselves firmly with the help of rocks, and several sniper rifles sniped at the place where Swart lay down at the same time.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The rock splashed, and Swart was forced to bow his head.

"Uh..." Scytheman's painful voice came from the mountain in front of him. After he got up, he continued to press his back against the bulletproof steel plate.

The blood completely stained his chest red, and the corner of his mouth was still dripping with blood.There are no external injuries, and all the scythe hands are internal injuries.

Looking at the miserable appearance of people like himself, Zhao Ziyang almost went crazy.Are they going to die here?No, you can't die, at least a few must survive!

A madness exactly like a wild beast filled Zhao Ziyang's eyeballs, making him look like he was on fire.

Climbing to the south side of the mountain, Zhao Ziyang grabbed Aomo's belt, stared at Aomo with crazy wild eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Listen, shoot out the bullets in one breath, and then prepare to lead them to retreat from the back mountain. Don’t let his mother say no, this is an order, an order from me, Zhao Ziyang, to you!”

"Yes!" Omo answered Zhao Ziyang's crazy eyes loudly, and then pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da..." The heavy machine guns mixed with all the anger of Zhao Ziyang and the others roared and swept towards the Norwegian army who had crossed a distance of 800 meters to the south.

With a howling sound, the projectile burrowed into the fragile flesh, and ruthlessly tore them apart with its own claws and teeth.

Puffs of blood exploded in the air, and the Norwegian soldiers were shrouded in anger and stopped their progress.

"Keng..." The last shell slipped off, and there was no more ammunition.

At this time, Zhao Ziyang took off his coat, tied all the grenade explosives on his body, then put on the clothes, pulled out a piece of white cloth, picked it up with a rifle and waved it in the wind.

"I surrender!" Zhao Ziyang yelled the voice of surrender, and slowly stood up holding the white flag, glanced to the south and then walked towards the defenders in the north.

"I surrender!" The voice rang out again, and Zhao Ziyang walked down the mountain with his hands raised high with a firm face.

"Damn it, special soldier, are you crazy?" Swart scolded Zhao Ziyang fiercely, trying to pull him, but he couldn't move his seriously injured body.

"I'm not crazy!" Zhao Ziyang said to Swart without turning his head: "I joined the lurker for revenge, and the leader of the lurker is below, do you think I can let go of such a good opportunity? Fuck you Uncle Swart, I am not happy to see you, remember to buy a bottle of good wine for me during traditional Chinese festivals."

"Fuck You! Fuck You!" Swart cursed angrily, watching the Chinese who had been rejected by him go down.

"Omo, why didn't you bastard stop him?" Swart turned his anger on Omo, with fire in his eyes.

Omo tied the blade to his body, supported the sickle hand, and said calmly: "Swart, this is a special soldier, no, this is an order from the boss, he wants us to live."

Omo, who looks simple and reckless, actually knows Zhao Ziyang's thoughts better than anyone else.What this Chinese special soldier is fighting for is revenge. Even if he dies with the enemy, he still lives among his former comrades-in-arms.

Zhao Ziyang walked towards the defender with a relaxed smile on his face. He was not afraid that the other party would shoot him. The other party must know who he was and he would be useful to the defender.

His eyes were fixed on the colonel. He had seen this face in the mirage in Lop Nur. He was an old acquaintance, and he would never forget it.

The guards did not shoot, the colonel stared at Zhao Ziyang who was walking down, the light from his eyes swept across his body over and over again, and finally stayed on Zhao Ziyang's cheek for verification.

"Don't worry about it, I have the items for the mission you wanted to carry out in Lop Nur last time, and I chose to surrender." Zhao Ziyang relaxed with a touch of sarcasm, and his tone was calm and steady.

"That's the best." The Colonel smiled.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

When Zhao Ziyang was completely close to the colonel, his face was filled with an incomparably bright and satisfied smile, which made the colonel's eyes instantly filled with fear.

With a "chi", Zhao Ziyang tore his shirt with one hand, revealing his body covered with grenades and explosives.

"Omo, let's go!" The roar came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and his smiling face disappeared, becoming ferocious and crazy!

Omo's figure sprang out from the top of the mountain, with a stunned blade tied on his back, holding the scytheman and Swart in his left and right hands, and rushed down like lightning.

When he ran 50 meters away from Zhao Ziyang, he stopped and stared deeply at Zhao Ziyang.

"Get lost!" Zhao Ziyang yelled out the word, watching Aomo lead the three of them to the foot of the mountain, running towards the northwest direction.

It wasn't until the Norwegian army occupied the hill and Omo's figure disappeared that Zhao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to the colonel's defenders and mercenaries, with a smile that no one could fathom.

"Actually, you don't have to do this." The colonel under threat could feel the madness in Zhao Ziyang's bones. He had to use his own words to impress the Chinese in front of him, so that he would give up the idea of ​​dying with him.

The tactical positions of the seven people are not far apart. If the opponent detonates the explosives on his body, it will definitely cause an explosion range with a radius of ten meters upwards. None of them can escape, and they will all be buried with them.

"You are also a mercenary now. You should know that mercenaries are working for money. We are not enemies. We have all experienced what you have experienced." The colonel carefully disintegrated Zhao Ziyang's thoughts, and tried to lead Zhao Ziyang's thoughts to the mercenary's. Visually.

From the perspective of mercenaries, it would be correct. There is no hatred between mercenaries, and most of the hatred is caused by mercenaries.They have also experienced all the things that Zhao Ziyang experienced, but they have forgotten them now. There are some hatreds that you can't embrace. When facing a country, you are simply powerless.

But he didn't know that Zhao Ziyang was still living in the past, among his old comrades-in-arms.

"So we can still be friends?" Zhao Ziyang made a disdainful voice.

"Impossible." The colonel shook his head, let out a soft breath and said, "Your real enemies are not our defenders, but the US government and the British government. They are your real enemies. In fact, regardless of you as a lurker, I am still the defender, just a poor creature living under them. We fight to survive, we fight to survive, just because we are mercenaries, the bloodiest executioners on the battlefield."

"Then let us executioners die." Zhao Ziyang's eyes shot out a determination without nostalgia.

He secretly thought in his heart: Captain, Lao Xu, Mengzi, I have avenged you, wait for me, wait for me to reincarnate together, and die together in the next life!

"Buzzing..." A loud buzzing sound came from the sky, and a small armed helicopter rushed straight to Zhao Ziyang's position, and the machine guns on the nose swept towards the Norwegian soldiers on the hill.

"Da da da da..." The Norwegian soldiers who were attacked by the air immediately gave up the hill they occupied to avoid the helpless air maneuvering force.

The safety of a grenade was pulled away by Zhao Ziyang, squinting his eyes, he threw out the rest of the grenade explosives on his body.

The colonel and the others showed deep fear in their eyes, and they jumped to the outside with all their strength to avoid the grenades that were about to explode.

"Drink!" Zhao Ziyang yelled loudly, violently picked up from the ground, grabbed the tripod of the helicopter above his head, and was taken into the air.

With a "pop", the insurance popped out, and the grenade slid down from Zhao Ziyang's hand, landed on the position where he was standing just now, and rolled to the edge of a piece of explosives.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the grenade exploded violently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The explosion of the grenade spread to the explosives, and the explosion of the explosives spread to other scattered explosives and grenades, filling the area with flames in an instant.

Zhao Ziyang, who was taken to the northwest by the helicopter, clearly saw the colonel and the others covered in bruises, and couldn't help showing a vicious smile: "Colonel, wait for me, don't die too soon...