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Chapter 1: The Bronze Gate of the Ghost Head

I am a butcher, a butcher in the real way. △￠，

—Epigraph.

This sentence is not only said by Zhang Yang, but also the evaluation given to him by others, and he also has a title on the battlefield - betrayer.

In the chaotic African battlefield, Zhang Yang led his mercenary team to kill more than 500 soldiers, slaughtered more than 3,000 civilians, and Zhang Yang even pinched to death 16 children less than 10 years old with his own hands.

This is a terrifying killing that mortals dare not imagine, and it is also a terrifying achievement that mortals dare not imagine.

Such a mercenary squad should be able to crisscross the battlefield and no one dares to provoke it.

But in fact, the mercenary team led by Zhang Yang is still struggling on the battlefield, repeatedly hovering on the verge of death.

Sometimes in order to keep himself and his team alive, Zhang Yang had to betray his mercenary allies on the battlefield, and even led the team to personally cut off the allies' back roads and kill them all.

This is also the origin of Zhang Yang being called a traitor.

And now, Zhang Yang wants to bury everyone in the betrayer squad except for him with his own hands.

Among the six graves dug by Zhang Yang himself, there was a person lying in each grave, and they had fatal wounds on their bodies, some in the heart, some in the brain, and one person had fifteen fatal wounds on his body.

And these fifteen fatal wounds were exchanged for the lives of seven enemies.

Looking at these brothers who could have handed over their backs to him in the past, but now lying in the grave he dug with his own hands, Zhang Yang lit a cigarette containing morphine, took a few puffs, took out a bullet from his pocket and unscrewed it, poured gunpowder on his body wound, and pressed the fiery red cigarette butt on the gunpowder.

After the sound of gunpowder stabbing and burning, Zhang Yang's face was slightly distorted because of the pain.

However, the physical pain at the moment is far less painful than the pain in his heart - his brothers are dead, and he is still alive.

Half a minute later, Zhang Yang threw away the cigarette butt and re-lit a cigarette.

Zhang Yang just held this cigarette in his mouth, and did not smoke it, but let the cigarette burn slowly.

It wasn't until the cigarette filter was half burned off and the red filter burned his lips that Zhang Yang spit out the filter, filled in the grave, and sprinkled a thick layer of rotten leaves on it.

After burying his brother, Zhang Yang leaned against an unknown tree and bandaged the three wounds that affected his movements, while the small wounds that did not affect his movements were exposed.

Then, Zhang Yang took out something that looked like a mixture of snot and black soil, frowned and swallowed it, when the slippery thing slid from his throat into his stomach, his throat and esophagus were like a layer of glue, and even gave Zhang Yang a dry feeling of dehydration, much like a fish about to dry up in the desert.

However, after devouring this mass of mixed mucus, Zhang Yang's spirit was really much better.

This black mass of slime is really like what the black wizard he killed said, it can relieve the miasma.

After a short rest, Zhang Yang limped forward with thirty-six rounds of ammunition, a slight rush, two daggers with broken hair, a goggles, and a water bottle with many bullet marks on it.

With each step, his face turned pale.

As Zhang Yang approached the edge of the rainforest, his face was as pale as a dead man, but he still endured the pain in his body, lowered his body, and ran as fast as a tanuki.

He's going to kill someone! (To be continued.) )

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