Leta City, a capital city that was once quite sizable, is now in the midst of fierce fighting. Since two days ago, this has been shelled by the Anmore rebels. "Boom !!" Another explosion sounded without warning. Splashes of concrete shards and brick dirt powder fell from the air and spilled everywhere.

Locals crowded like rats into the gaps between bomb shelters and bombed-out buildings, building shacks of bricks, cardboard and metal scraps from the rubble. The occasional moans and cries in the ruins are the hallmarks of people's crowded dwellings.

The dilapidated hospital was filled with wounded soldiers screaming for lack of painkillers, blind for two days, with broken arms and legs, burned all over their bodies by ******, with hideous faces and blurred flesh. They are the victims of the last battle. But for now, they're lucky. At least they made it back to the hospital alive.

From the south-east of Anmor to the urban areas closer to the west, the bodies of the fallen lay here and there in the trenches, under the rubble, in the grass and in the desert. Some have just died, some are rotting and stinking. And among them, there are some people who do not have graves, no tombstones, and no simple markers. No one knows their names, knows where they come from, and doesn't know who will shed tears and blood for them. Because they are all mercenaries.

After surviving the shelling, Peng Lefeng struggled out of the bunker. With a few brothers and a few people, they came out into the streets, and they could finally take a breath. Peng Lefeng hesitated again and again, but still took out the only cigarette from the crumpled cigarette case and held it at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, you won't want to smoke it, old Peng. One of the mercenaries laughed, "That cigarette has been in your arms for almost a week." ”

Peng Lefeng glanced at him, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and mocked, "I still have to smoke it." Because you've been staring at it for almost a week. If I hang up one day, maybe the first thing you kid will do is take this cigarette from me. ”

"How can you think of me like that?" the mercenary sighed, "I thought we were brothers. However, he changed his words, "Since we are brothers, it is only natural for me to inherit your inheritance." ”

"!" Peng Lefeng grabbed the cigarette in his mouth and threw it at him.

The mercenary took half a cigarette with both hands, took a puff, but gave it back to him, "This is a brother, but Lao Peng, do you think we can survive it?"

Peng Lefeng shook his head with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "I don't know." I don't want to know!"

The city is besieged and supplies are insufficient, so even food is rationed. There were some black women on the street, waiting in long lines to receive rations. The child is so thin that only skin and bones remain, and there is nothing cute about it. The daily calorie allowance for food per person is less than half of what it was before the war, and even this amount of food is decreasing, and sometimes it is not received at all.

Medicine is now scarcer than food. Hunger and disease knocked people to the ground like bullets, and infectious diseases pounced on this ruin like locusts. Most of the children are sick and most are malnourished. Infant and child mortality rates have increased to their highest levels during war.

The world has become a giant Pandora's box, and if there is one hope in it, it is the hope that the night will come soon. The darkness of the night can hide it all, and a few hours of sleep can be used to travel to the pre-war situation. Therefore, those who still have to wake up the next morning cannot but envy those who have fallen asleep forever.

Not far away, a convoy of supplies broke out in a riot, and attempts were made to loot supplies. The Anmore government forces opened fire to calm the situation, at the cost of the deaths of three civilians. Peng Lefeng and a few mercenaries stood there watching, like the most indifferent spectators in the world.

A young black father knelt at Peng Lefeng's feet with a child in his arms, saying that the child was faint from hunger, and begged them to give him some food. Because now only foreign mercenaries like them have supplies, they even have canned food, and they are even smoking.

A mercenary hesitated for a moment, took out a can and was about to throw it to the man, but was stopped by Peng Lefeng. He looked at the black man, pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it at him, "Yesterday you came with a child, and today you changed another one." This child is not yours, but you picked it up on the road. He was not faint from hunger, but dead. Get out of my sight now, or I'll reward you with a bullet. ”

The black man fled in a panic, and Peng Lefeng felt like his stomach was stuffed with something disgusting, making him want to vomit. Did war make human nature so despicable, or was it human nature that was inherently despicable? He didn't know, he just felt that he should finish this last cigarette and leave no regrets.

Suddenly, a few mercenaries ran over, "Boss, our plane passed by and dropped supplies." ”

"What, where?!" Peng Lefeng grabbed him suddenly, "Where is it?" ”

"On the other side of the street, a couple of brothers have gone. We need to hurry or the civilians will rob us of everything. The mercenary yelled.

"Then what are you waiting for, go over and grab it!" Peng Lefeng jumped up and roared with red eyes. "Shoot, tell them, who's going to kill whom!"

Under the siege, whether it is food, medicine or ammunition, it is what they urgently need, and it is also their dependence on survival. Peng Lefeng and some mercenaries rushed over with a shout. But they were still a step too late, and by the time they arrived, it was already surrounded by government troops.

"Get out of the way, all for Lao Tzu to dodge. Something ours!" Peng Lefeng and a group of mercenaries pushed away the government troops viciously, separated the crowd and walked over.

But the scene was surprisingly calm, these government troops surrounded it, but no one started to grab anything.

On top of a large pile of supplies sat a man with a parachute buckle. But the other man, holding a government captain in his hand, put a gun to the captain's jaw.

The man sitting on the pile of items was Lin Rui, and the person who grabbed the captain of the government army was Jiang An.

Seeing Peng Lefeng and these mercenaries coming, Lin Rui jumped down from the pile of materials. "Alright, actuate, let go of the captain and let him get out of here. Our people are coming. ”

Peng Lefeng handed the gun in his hand to the mercenary beside him, and rushed over to hug Lin Rui. "Lin Rui, hahahaha!!I didn't think it was really you!?" Peng Lefeng hugged Lin Rui and laughed. "I'm not dreaming, am I? It's you, why are you here?!"