The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

Zhao Ziyang, who escaped from death, climbed into the helicopter, sat in the cabin panting heavily, and stared at the person who rescued him.

Earl, it was the earl who rescued him.

Seeing the earl, Zhao Ziyang didn't react at all, even though he always regarded the earl as someone who betrayed them in his heart.But he can't say anything at this moment, the best way is to wait for the earl to speak and see what he can say.

"You must think that I am the one who betrayed you?" The earl spoke up, asking this question very calmly.

"That's right." Zhao Ziyang didn't deny it either, there's no need to hide in front of this kind of person.

They all have a pair of eagle-like eyes, years of experience and understanding of human nature, and they are always very transparent when looking at people.

"Unfortunately, I'm not." The earl rubbed his face, looked out of the cabin with extremely lonely eyes and muttered: "Phillips is dead, I may be the only one left alive in our former OP combat team."

"Head is dead?" Zhao Ziyang showed a look of shock. He thought that Black Eagle would be controlled, but he never thought that Black Eagle would die so soon.

Under normal circumstances, a high-ranking mercenary commander like Black Hawk has a lot of use value, and the U.S. military is not willing to kill him at all, but now the earl said that the commander is dead.The Earl had no need to lie, nor any need to use this kind of lie to explain anything.

For a moment, various emotions rose from Zhao Ziyang's heart. He thought of the black eagle who played parkour, the black eagle who commanded the battle, and the approachable black eagle...

"Evidence!" Zhao Ziyang's voice was a little trembling, and he didn't even notice it.

A stack of photos was placed in front of Zhao Ziyang, and the photos showed the dead body of Hei Ying.

Judging from the photos, Black Eagle was shot between the eyebrows by a bullet and died.His hands were tied behind his back, his ten fingers were bloody, and his body was covered with scars from the whipping. It could be seen that he had been severely tortured before his death.

These photos capture the appearance of the black eagle's death from various angles, which is deliberately done by someone with a heart.

"The photos are all real. This point can be concluded through technical appraisal. You can do it." The count lit a cigarette, took a deep breath and continued to Zhao Ziyang: "This is made by an old comrade-in-arms inside." Yes, alas..."

Black Hawk is dead, Lurker is gone...

Zhao Ziyang, who was holding a stack of photos, was full of this thought. Indeed, the lurkers without the Black Hawk were really doomed, and would be declared disbanded in an instant.From now on, there will be no mercenary title of lurkers, and they will be left in a forgotten corner.

Slowly carrying the photo in his arms, Zhao Ziyang fell silent. He took a cigarette from the earl and lit it, choking his lungs with the acrid smoke to make himself feel better.

"How can I believe your words?" Zhao Ziyang, who held his head in his hands, asked the Earl in a low voice, his heart full of pain.

Seeing the photo of Black Eagle's corpse, Zhao Ziyang realized that he was not only living among his former comrades-in-arms, he was still living in the present, among the lunatics like lurkers.

Hearing Zhao Ziyang's question, the count gently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a bowl-sized gunshot wound on his chest and a penetrating gunshot wound on his abdomen.

"I blocked two bullets for Phillips." The earl continued slowly: "Phillips blocked three bullets for me. His face was to cover me before he was hit by a shotgun. For this reason, he always told me Just kidding, I want to marry my sister to him, hehehe..."

A dry laugh escaped the earl's throat, full of pain and memory.Accompanied by the dry laughter, the earl's eyes were red, and the originally bright eyes became a little cloudy, with tears swirling in them.

"Huh..." The count rubbed his cheeks hard to dry his eyes, took out another cigarette and lit it, then turned his head and asked Zhao Ziyang, "Do you believe it?"

"letter!"

There is nothing to believe, although there is no conclusive evidence, but Zhao Ziyang knows that the earl has no reason to attack the black eagle.Being able to block each other's bullets on the battlefield and blocking each other's bullets on the battlefield are two completely different concepts. Such comrades-in-arms will never betray each other, and they would rather die than let the other party die.

Zhao Ziyang was deeply touched by this point, so he believed it.

"I can't avenge Phillips. The Gurkha mercenaries I lead are all my clansmen. I have to be responsible to them. My personal vendettas cannot make them sacrifice their lives."

What the earl said was correct. His Gurkha mercenary regiments were all from the same ethnic group, and he brought people from the clan out to beg for food.He has to be responsible for these clansmen and the parents, wives and children of these soldiers, so it is impossible for him to let these soldiers avenge him.

It is the earl's responsibility to bring the Gurkha mercenaries to earn money and return alive, and it is his personal responsibility to avenge Phillips.It's just that it was the U.S. military who killed Black Hawk, so the Earl couldn't do anything about it.

"I will avenge the commander's revenge." Zhao Ziyang narrowed his eyes, his debts are too heavy, he has lived for hatred all his life.

"That's why I came here for you." The earl suddenly had a cold-blooded animal-like insidiousness in his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "The US government owes our OP brothers too much blood debt."

After hearing these words, Zhao Ziyang understood that Earl, like Black Hawk, went to two extremes after the OP special operations team disappeared: Black Eagle chose to forget the past and never serve any powerful country; Earl He chose to enter the mercenary world and continue to serve all countries, including the United States, but he is a submissive poisonous snake, and he will pounce on him and bite him if he has the opportunity.

Perhaps this is the purpose of the earl's persuasion to Black Hawk. He wants Black Hawk to choose the same way as him, to erupt under forbearance.

"What is your purpose in saving me?" Zhao Ziyang asked, staring at the earl's sinister eyes.

"The purpose of saving you is to keep you alive!" The earl said to Zhao Ziyang without any concealment: "I want you to take the lurkers and develop the lurkers into the most powerful mercenary group in the world. I will do my best!" Power will help you, but you must promise me one condition."

"Hahahaha..." Zhao Ziyang laughed loudly, shook his head in disdain and said to the earl, "I, Zhao Ziyang, don't make deals in exchange for conditions. Without your help, I can stand up again with the lurker!"

Confidence, arrogance, and strength, this is the aura exuded by Zhao Ziyang at this moment.

Zhao Ziyang had already thought about this when he saw Black Eagle's death just now.The lurkers can't be finished, and the lurkers will continue. This is what the leader wants to see.

A strange color flashed in the Earl's eyes, and he stared at Zhao Ziyang for a long time.

"I understand why that fellow Phillips likes you so much. You are the same person as Dragon Knight."

"Oh, Dragon Knight?" Zhao Ziyang frowned when he heard the name.

"Dragon Knight, Dragon Knight..." The Earl smiled, recalling: "Dragon Knight is the captain of our OP, a Chinese, he is the world's top special forces, no one can surpass... "

Chinese? !The captain of the world's most powerful OP combat team turned out to be Chinese?

Almost at the moment when the earl's words fell to the ground, Zhao Ziyang knew why the black eagle was so kind to him, and why the earl showed a mischievous look when he saw him. It turned out that their former captain was a Chinese, a special soldier code-named Dragoon.

The helicopter landed in a large courtyard in the black town, and there were Gurkha mercenaries standing guard at the gate and around the courtyard.

These Gurkha mercenaries were not tall, but their thin faces all showed a strong and sturdy aura.The most conspicuous thing is a Nepalese scimitar pinned to their backs, which is the inheritance of Gurkhas and one of their symbols.

The Nepalese scimitar is a medium-length attack weapon and the national knife of Nepal. In ancient times, warriors who achieved military exploits could be rewarded with engraved names on them.This custom has been passed down so much that it has become a kind of spirit.When fighting with the enemy, as long as the Gurkha fighters draw out their scimitars, they will immediately possess unparalleled courage, stormy speed and strength.

The whole body is 52 cm long and the handle is 15 cm long. The whole body is handcrafted. It takes four skilled craftsmen a whole day to make an ordinary machete.

Its knife shape is rough, and it is a super clean slaughter weapon in battle, which can easily cut off a person's thigh by the root.

After looking at the scimitar of the Gurkha mercenary, Zhao Ziyang followed the earl into the house.

"Special soldiers, in fact, when Phillips came to me for help that day, I asked all the mercenaries to come to this black town to cooperate with you in combat." The earl patted the sofa casually, asked Zhao Ziyang to sit down, and brought out a cup. Qingshui handed it to Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang didn't have any doubts about this point. He knew the speed of Gurkha mercenaries' resoluteness. As long as the order was issued, it would be executed immediately without any discount.At this moment, he had a doubt in his heart, why the earl who was with Black Eagle would be fine.

"Were you with the head at that time?" Zhao Ziyang drank the water in one gulp, wiped his mouth and asked the earl.

The earl who was asked this way immediately understood what Zhao Ziyang meant by asking this question.

"I'm working for the US army, and Phillips is working against the US government." The earl said this briefly, without continuing.

Zhao Ziyang had already heard what the earl wanted to express from his words, and he felt deep sympathy for the earl.

Eager to live is the little-known behind the glamorous Earl. He is a dog in the United States, panting and alive, even indifferent to the fact that his closest comrades-in-arms are captured and killed in front of him.

But Zhao Ziyang knew that this was just an appearance. If the earl belonged to an American dog, it was definitely a seemingly docile mad dog.It usually does not bite, but at critical moments, it will open its bloody mouth and bite at the owner.

The Earl was so tired that he didn't even know it.

"You guys go to Africa." The earl made his own suggestion.

Most countries in Africa are full of wars all year round, where mercenaries live and multiply. Even the United States cannot penetrate into Africa, and can only use mercenaries to complete a series of their goals.

Africa will become the best stage for lurkers. There is no shortage of everything, but there is no shortage of excellent soldiers. As long as you have money, there will be countless black soldiers who will work for you.

Zhao Ziyang nodded, he also thought Africa was an excellent place to go.

"Oh, that's right." The earl said to Zhao Ziyang as if remembering something: "The defender mercenaries have a base in the black town. I think you are more interested."

Zhao Ziyang's eyes lit up when he heard this, he stood up from the sofa suddenly, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is it?"

"Black town satellite receiver." The earl tapped the table lightly, and continued to Zhao Ziyang: "Do you think it is accidental that the defenders suddenly appeared behind you? No, they have the satellite high-resolution images provided by the US military. Everything they do is under their control.”

"Also, all other members of your lurkers were ambushed by defenders, including your underground military base on the Gold Coast."

"I need a weapon." Zhao Ziyang said to the earl swiftly, then pointed to a Nepalese scimitar hanging on the wall and said, "I want it!"

This Nepalese scimitar is jet black, and it does not reflect light even if it is placed in the sun. It is absolutely extraordinary at a glance.

The count took down the Nepalese scimitar, wiped it very carefully, and handed it to Zhao Ziyang with a sigh.

"Take it, this Nepalese army knife may only be used by you Chinese."

With the saber in hand, a bone-piercing coldness spread from the palm of the hand to every pore of the body, followed by a bloodthirsty murderous aura, which made Zhao Ziyang sprout a monstrous fighting spirit.

On the hilt of the saber is engraved a dragon character flying like a flying phoenix, which is domineering and arrogant.

"Is it okay if I remelt it?" Zhao Ziyang stared at the saber.

"No problem." The count smiled slightly and said to him, "It doesn't matter what shape the knife becomes, what matters is the person who uses the knife."

With the saber in his arms, Zhao Ziyang, led by the earl, entered the arsenal of the Gurkha garrison. He wanted to do something earth-shattering, so that the defenders would remember the madness of the lurkers, and remember that Zhao Ziyang must be repaid for his grievances!