The convoy was getting closer and closer to the mud tiles, Ye Ling sat in the car and continued to recuperate, he just wanted to rescue these southern compatriots.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, even if Ye Ling was the commander of the northern realm before, he didn't understand this matter.

But now that he understood, when he knew about it, he had decided to come and save these people, no matter what their identity or status.

The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people, Ye Ling thinks that he does not have this heart and does not have this ability, but he is still willing to do something within his ability, at least with a clear conscience.

The government side of the mud tile has a slightly smaller army, because before, the rebels put the main force in the city of Mochen, so when the rebels sent more than 500 people here, the government forces in the mud tiles could not resist at all.

The main reason is that the firepower of the rebels this time is too fierce, and there are more than 300 European mercenaries, who have been preparing for several years, and the government forces are caught off guard and cannot resist at all.

This time, the rebels seemed to have a purpose, and went straight in one direction, and the government forces tried their best to resist, but they could only slow down the pace of the rebels, and they could not resist at all, and after half an hour, the government forces collapsed, and these rebels did not go to pursue, but went in another direction.

The remaining more than 100 government forces gathered together and looked at the rebels with puzzled expressions.

"What are they going to do?" said the captain, frowning.

"Look at the direction, it looks like Booker Road, there's nothing there. One said.

"Yes, there is a supermarket opened by the southern country there that is very famous, and now, there are about 120 southerners hiding there, and they are relatively safe there, so we don't care, is this the purpose of the rebels for these southerners?"

"Oh no, our government has asked Nanguo for help, and promised to do its best to protect the Nanguo, if these 120 people are injured or even killed, Nanguo will definitely be furious and will not help us anymore!"

"Go, go and protect those southerners, for our motherland!" the captain gritted his teeth and led the rest of the men to run forward.

Ten minutes later, the rebels and European mercenaries arrived outside the supermarket.

A burly European mercenary with a height of 1.92 meters showed a fierce smile when he saw this supermarket, then picked up his gun and fired directly into the supermarket, and a shuttle of bullets was shot in an instant.

The southerners hiding in the supermarket, who were originally resting, were suddenly startled by the burst of gunshots, and they all stood up, and then looked outside.

Li Long's frightened look was the first to climb on the window, look through the gap, and then take two steps back, and said in horror: "It's over, those rebels are coming, and there are mercenaries in Europe, we're done, what should we do?"

The crowd was in an uproar, everyone saw it, and many people surrounded them.

Uncle Zhang frowned, and also ran to take a look, only to see five or six hundred people, all with guns in their hands, and the supermarket had been surrounded.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, it's okay, they won't deal with us under normal circumstances, let me negotiate with them, you stay here and don't move!"

"Is this called okay? Didn't you see them holding guns at us one by one, it's okay, what is it called something?" Li Long roared, his emotions were obviously about to collapse, his face was flushed, and he was extremely excited.

"Be quiet for Lao Tzu!" Uncle Zhang rushed directly and kicked him down.

After staying here for a long time, how could he always be so kind, a truly kind person can't eat here at all.

Li Long was kicked down, his chest hurt, but he didn't dare to fight back, looking at Uncle Zhang's movements, it seemed like a practicing family, he only showed anger on his face, "Then you go to negotiate, you brought us here, it's not safe at all!"

"Shut up Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu used to be a soldier in the southern country, even if he is discharged from the army now, but the military soul is still in his bones, even if he dies, Lao Tzu will die in front of you!" Uncle Zhang roared angrily, then looked at everyone, took a deep breath and said, "You all stay here and wait, don't go out!"

Uncle Zhang turned his head, his brows were tightly locked, his eyes were deeply closed, and then he opened his eyes and turned firm, opened the door and walked out, locked the door again, he stood outside the supermarket, in front of him were five or six hundred rebels and mercenaries, holding submachine guns at him.

Uncle Zhang raised his hands, then showed a humble smile on his face, bent down and smiled: "Hello adults, may I ask if there is anything that can help you, I will do my best, I have food and drink here!"

"Hehe!" the rebel leader smiled disdainfully, "do we lack that little food and drink?"

"Then what do you adults need?" Uncle Zhang said with a smile and flattery.

Everyone who was hiding in the supermarket looked at Uncle Zhang, saw Uncle Zhang's humility, and even the appearance of his grandson, but no one looked down on Uncle Zhang, but many people's eyes were slightly wet.

"Need someone inside!" said the rebel leader.

"It's all southerners, not government forces, I don't believe you adults can take a look, there is absolutely no government force soldiers, we don't participate in these wars, just hide here. Uncle Zhang said.

"We want southerners. The rebel leader finished speaking, and then glanced at the man beside him.

A rebel came over, grabbed Uncle Zhang's neck in one hand, and lifted him over, still in front of the leader.

"My lord, what do you want us southerners to do? They are all innocent tourists, and they are here to visit!" Uncle Zhang said with a sad face.

"Because, one of you Southerners has angered our Vena Army and killed more than 2,000 of our Vena Army, you say, should we trouble you Southerners?" said the rebel leader angrily.

"What?" Uncle Zhang was taken aback, and then immediately shook his head, "Impossible, we southerners don't have any power here at all, and we don't have any ability to resist the Vena Army, my lord, are you mistaken?"

"What's wrong?" the leader kicked Uncle Zhang in the face, knocking him to the ground.

Uncle Zhang coughed dryly, blood suddenly gushed out of his nose, and his face was dusty, but he didn't dare to have the slightest disrespect on his face, and still smiled and said: "My lord, there is really no one in our southern country who has that ability, how can one person deal with more than 2,000 people in the Vena Army!"

"That Southland man is not an ordinary person, he ...... What's the use of me telling you this, you southerners deserve to die, if I hadn't taken you alive as hostages, I would have bulldozed the supermarket a long time ago!" said the leader of the Vena Army disdainfully.

As he spoke, the leader kicked Uncle Zhang in the face again, and Uncle Zhang didn't dare to resist at all, for fear of angering these rebels and killing him and those compatriots behind him.

"There are so many southerners here, just as hostages, half of them don't need to be killed, what are you afraid of? This country is the cheapest, no matter how many people you kill, as long as there are hostages in your hands, they will not dare to do it, and they will even completely obey you, how many treasures our country robbed from them back then, many of them are still in museums. "The leader of the European mercenaries, blood in his eyes.

When Uncle Zhang heard this, he gritted his teeth, although his nose was still bleeding, he still said, "We in the south, for the safety of our own people, can bear any grievances, but this is not weakness, in my opinion, this is the greatest pride of my life, the pride of being a southerner, I am proud of being born a southerner, proud!"

"Really, then you should go to God!" the mercenary leader grinned, and then the muzzle of the gun was instantly placed on Uncle Zhang's forehead.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Uncle Zhang's forehead, Uncle Zhang knew that he couldn't live anymore, he stood up, and then showed a smile, letting the nosebleed stain his clothes, and shouted loudly, "We southerners, no one died on their knees!"

This sound made everyone in the supermarket burst into tears and gushed out.

Even that Li Long also showed a look of shock, looking at Uncle Zhang blankly, under the threat of death, Uncle Zhang actually straightened up, but he felt that his legs and feet were weak and he couldn't stand up.

The two girls beside him involuntarily glanced at Uncle Zhang, and then at Li Long, with a deep look of disappointment in their eyes.

"Really?" The leader of the European mercenaries, sneered, put down the gun, came to Uncle Zhang's side, and then suddenly raised the spear and smashed it towards Uncle Zhang's right leg.

"Bang!"

Uncle Zhang's face suddenly showed an extremely painful color, the green tendons on his forehead were revealed one by one, he gritted his teeth tightly, and his whole body shook violently a few times, especially the right leg, which was almost bent and did not exert any strength at all, only the left leg was supporting his body, so he did not fall.

The mercenary leader's face showed a hint of shock, and then he laughed again, "It's good, it's a little tough, I like it!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, he raised his spear again and smashed it down on Uncle Zhang's left leg.

"Hmm!"

Uncle Zhang's face instantly turned red, a lot of sweat fell down on his forehead, he clenched his teeth, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of bloodshots.

There were bursts of sharp pain on his legs, and his body shook violently in place, but no matter how painful it was, it was already broken, and his body did not fall.

But he laughed, laughed miserably, his clenched teeth were bleeding, and he shouted loudly in Huaxia: "Lao Tzucao, your mother, you turtle grandson, come again, come again!"

The mercenary leader couldn't understand Uncle Zhang's language, and then turned around and asked a person who knew the southern Chinese language, this person's face showed a trace of hesitation, and then whispered, the mercenary leader's face suddenly showed an extremely fierce color, "Don't worry, I will let you call grandpa!"

"What are you shouting about?" Uncle Zhang asked loudly.

"Grandpa!" the mercenary smiled cruelly.

"Sun Tzu is so good!" Uncle Zhang looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Click!" The mercenary leader instantly put the gun on Uncle Zhang's head, the green tendons on his forehead bulged, his eyes showed a thick look of rage, his fingers trembled, and he almost moved the trigger directly.

After taking a few deep breaths, the mercenary leader slowly lowered his gun, "I won't let you die so easily, I will let you be tortured in front of all you southerners, kneel down and beg for mercy!"

"I want grandpa to kneel, grandson, you have to wait for a lifetime, Lao Tzu is a soldier in the south!" Uncle Zhang's forehead was dripping with sweat, his eyes were full of disdain, and the last sentence was roared very hard, as if this was his belief.

"Southern soldiers, no wonder?" the mercenary leader raised his spear and smashed it on Uncle Zhang's right arm again.

"Woo!" Uncle Zhang gritted his teeth, and could only make this indistinct whining sound.

"Let me give him a good time!" The leader of the rebel army looked at Uncle Zhang, with a hint of respect in his eyes, and then raised his hand and prepared to shoot.

"Get out of here!" the mercenary leader, with his spear open, here, the mercenaries are far more powerful than the rebels, so he doesn't care about the rebel leader at all.

"Bang!"

The mercenary leader smashed Uncle Zhang's left arm again, and with a click, I saw that Uncle Zhang's left arm suddenly became a strange angle, Uncle Zhang's clothes were tightly attached to his body, completely soaked, and his legs and legs were broken, but he was still standing, his eyes were stubborn and firm, and at this moment, he had no strength to speak.

"Keep roaring, show the momentum you just had!" The mercenary shot Uncle Zhang in the stomach.