Survival is the greatest happiness!

After that, what was left behind was a mess and blood and tears!

He hurried forward step by step, sweat dripping down his forehead, he didn't know where he was going, because as far as his eyes could see, no matter where he went, it was so chaotic.

He's only six years old this year, and at the age of six, he looks a little anxious now.

He has been separated from his father for two days in this beautiful African city of South Africa.

He and his father came to this African city a few days ago, maybe their father and son were not very lucky, and they chose several tourist cities to choose South Africa, but as soon as they entered the hotel, they happened to encounter the local armed riots.

A large-scale war was fought in the city, and at the same time, the Chinese father and son were separated in the war.

Behind them, there were people running in a mess, and I couldn't understand what they were saying, but from the way they looked, it looked like they were fleeing......

Refugees?

Where to flee to?

He looked ahead and saw that the people running in the street were not running, but huddled together, waiting......

He was now directionless, and walked into the waiting crowd without a master.

But seeing a large crowd of people bustling together, like a long dragon, winding for miles, why are so many people waiting, what are they waiting for?

But there was one thing in common that he discovered, they had more or less more than one bag in their hands.

In the waiting crowd, an old man who was already old and holding a male grandson, saw him empty-handed, and couldn't help but ask kindly: "Child, what are you doing here empty-handed, go find a bag!" ”

Seeing them, his eyes lit up a little, after all, it is not easy to meet a Chinese in a distant foreign land.

"Yes, you go find a bag, or you won't be able to grab food later."

The little boy beside the old man said.

He looked puzzled and asked, "Old man, what are you waiting for?" ”

"Food, don't you know, there has been a war recently, the rebels have robbed us of our food, we have to wait here to receive relief food, haven't you lived here for a long time?"

He shook his head and said with some loss: "My father and I came here for a trip, but I didn't expect to be separated on the first day. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Oh, what's your name?" ”

"My name is Broken Moon!"

The old man sighed: "Hey, what a poor child, are you hungry or not!" ”

Broken Moon's face turned red and he didn't answer, but his stomach "growled" and answered for him.

"Kid, let's eat first!" The old man took out a loaf of bread from his pocket and handed it to Broken Moon.

"Thank you, old man." Duan Yue hurriedly took it, and ate it without thinking about it, but he didn't eat in the past few days.

The child next to the old man whispered beside the old man: "Grandpa, that is our only bread, in case we don't receive food, we will ...... at night"

The old man interrupted him and did not let him continue, "Kuroko, don't say that, he and his parents are separated, so pitiful, and everyone is Chinese, we should help each other, the car that distributes relief food will arrive soon, don't worry." ”

The boy named Kuroko nodded, although his grandfather's words were so, he still looked at the broken moon and ate bread, showing a very reluctant look.

Broken Moon ate half of it, and when he saw Kuroko's eyes out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't eat it anymore, so he handed him half of the bread and said, "I'm full, thank you." ”

Kuroko was ecstatic to take the half of the bread and said, "Grandpa, there is still half a bread, if the grain truck of the International Red Cross does not come, I will honor you with this half of the bread." ”

It turns out that this child is so nervous that this half of the bread is just to fulfill a little filial piety, which is really rare.

Before he could think about it, several grain trucks with red cross symbols had already driven over amid the cheers of the victims, and as soon as the cars stopped, the long-starved victims rushed up to grab the food, and the scene was very chaotic.

As soon as they got on the bus, they opened the grain bags with their hands and filled them into the bags they carried with them, or some strong men threw bags of grain out of the car.

The whole truck was full of people, and in order to grab food, the strong knocked the weak ones out of the truck, and everywhere there were screams, screams, and fists hitting the flesh!

In the face of famine, humanity becomes insignificant.

Suddenly, Broken Moon and the old man were crowded by the crowd behind them and couldn't stop, but in front of a large number of strong black people, how could they fight for others.

If you are not careful, you will be squeezed to the ground, and you will be in danger of being trampled to death at any time.

Broken Moon was stunned, he was only six years old, how could he have seen such a scene.

The commotion and food grabbing continued, and Duan Yue was at a loss for what to do, and now he only had to stand firm and keep his body in shape The most important thing is to stand firmly.

"Smack. Syllable. Smack"

The sound of machine guns rang out, and the thick and long bullets fired from the anti-aircraft heavy machine guns were enough to shoot the flesh and blood of the victims on the grain trucks.

Just now, countless people flocked to the car.

And now, under the threat of machine-gun fire, countless people are rushing to get out of the car.

All the victims flocked away from the food trucks, and the broken flesh was scattered on the bales of grain.

Armed trucks appeared around the grain trucks, and on the armed trucks were heavily armed militiamen.

"These are the general's food, if you don't want to be killed, let me die a little farther." A stocky black man shouted with a bullhorn.

All the victims were at gunpoint, and there was no noise in the huge Red Cross food distribution center except for the screams of the victims who had been shot.

Meanwhile.

In the southeast of South Africa.

Three Black Hawk helicopters circled over a large building a mile away. Several ropes were dropped from the plane, and then one by one, the heavily armed GIs in camouflage uniforms glided along the ropes and landed on the ground.

As soon as they hit the ground, they each took off the M16 submachine gun they were carrying, turned on the safety, and prepared for action.

A yellow man walked in front of this group of well-trained mercenaries, he was 180 centimeters tall, his body was majestic, his face was cold, he glanced at the team below him, and said, "I am the commander of your operation this time, Thor. ”

A short-haired man came to him and said in a deep voice: "Instructor, everything is ready and ready to act at any time." ”

Thor nodded, put on his sunglasses, and said: "Scorpion, this time in South Africa, the leader of the Sand Bear proposed a series of harsh conditions to the South African government, we don't care about these, the organization's interests in South Africa have suffered losses because of this Sand Bear, so I was sent to lead these mercenaries to solve the Sand Bear." ”

The scorpion beside him said with some disdain: "Instructor, it's just to solve an armed leader, do you use it personally?" I can solve the matter of killing him alone, is the organization doubting my ability? ”

Thor glanced at him and said in a deep voice: "You were cultivated by me, I understand your strength, but this time I asked myself to lead the team, now is the time to work for the organization, don't think about it, complete the task with peace of mind." ”

After speaking, he cleared his throat and said to the group of mercenaries: "You have already seen the photos of the target person, and the purpose of the operation is to kill the sand bear, the leader of the militants this time, I don't care what method you use, ten minutes later, I want to see the sand bear leave this world!" ”

“YESSIR！” Twelve heavily armed mercenaries shouted in unison.

"OK, you'll be paid a million dollars when you complete the mission, as well as a new identity and a new passport! GOODLUCK！ ”

With an order, each takes action.

After Thor's order, these mercenaries went their separate ways.

The scorpion took the lead, and its huge body flashed in the dark night!

The difference from other mercenaries is that he did not carry any guns, and in his hand, he only held a sharp serrated saber!

The twelve remaining mercenaries, including Thor, looked at the hut at the foot of the hillside where they stood, and outside the hut were stout black men with guns.

"The target sand bear is inside, kill him!"

At the sound of the order, all the mercenaries quickly slid down the hillside, and their movements were as fast as professional skiers.

Like ghosts, they have quietly approached their destination.

The time has come to kill......

Got in place and quickly figured out where they were going.

The night vision goggles were turned on, and in the dark night, the dozens of black guards around the hut suddenly became the prey of their guns.

The hunt begins.

Gunfire rang out in every corner around the hut at the same time.

The cooperation is quite tacit.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Two seconds, less than two seconds, the guard has been shot and fallen, the gun is shot in the head, amazing marksmanship!

A figure flashed through the hut where the target sand bear was......

"Grandpa! ”

An exclamation of children's voice attracted the solemn gaze of Broken Moon.

It's Kuroko's voice.

Looking at the several bullet holes on his grandfather's body, Broken Moon's heart felt like it had been hit hard by a giant hammer.

A wave of righteous indignation immediately came to my heart.

Heizi exclaimed loudly, knocking on Broken Moon's heart one after another, the old man who was still kind and pleasing just now was lying on the ground and could never speak.

Looking at the black militiamen who were on the armed car, showing off their might, Broken Moon looked at them coldly, his fists clenched tightly, and his whole body trembled.

At this moment, the sunspot beside him stood up, picked up a stone, and threw it at the black man with a gun who led the speech.

"Bang", the stone fell on the black man's head, and the black man screamed in pain and squatted down.

Immediately afterward, the heavy machine guns on the armed vehicle fired mercilessly at Kuroko's side.

"Da"

The gunfire rang out and lasted for almost half a minute.

Kuroko was surrounded by the crowd and fled frantically in all directions.

And Kuroko, who fell in a pool of blood with his grandfather, could not get up again.

"It's all about death!" The leading black man scolded, and half a minute of merciless strafing was exchanged for dozens of lives at gunpoint.

"Brute!"

Although he couldn't understand it, the leading black man still felt that there was a child's voice behind him.

When he looked back in horror, he didn't know when a yellow-skinned child was standing behind him.

The most unexpected thing is that at the child's feet, there are several of his fierce subordinates.

He didn't know when he knocked them down, and he actually had such power?

At this moment, this child's whole body was filled with a sudden momentum - the momentum of murder!

His eyes were like frost in winter, and he looked at him coldly, as if he was going to be sentenced to death.

The black man had never seen this kind of look, he had killed countless people, and his contempt for life was like a straw, but at this moment, under the eyes of this child, he felt a strong breath of death enveloping him, and his legs were weak, and he didn't know why he was so cowardly and would make such a gesture in front of a child.

“NO”

He shook his hands again and again, saying NO.

If you shoot at such close range, it would be easy to hit this child.

He also knows.

So he suddenly raised the gun in his hand and aimed it at the child.

Just as I was about to pull the trigger......

There was a flash in front of his eyes, and then, blood spurted out of his neck and marked his eyes, blocking his view.

He threw the gun and pressed his hands on his neck, trying to stop the blood, but his neck was cut too deeply, how could he stop.

The strong black body fell, and his eyes looked at the yellow-skinned child who was about to take his life in horror and incredulity.

The child came to his side, only to see his little hand holding a cold and bleeding serrated saber, looking at the black man, and said lightly: "My name is Broken Moon!" ”

There was a commotion, and not long after the black man lay down, heavily armed militiamen jumped out of the armed vehicles around him, shouting and shouting and raising their guns to approach the car where Broken Moon was standing.

More than a dozen meters away from Broken Moon, they stopped and pointed their guns at him.

They had seen Broken Moon's swift form, so they kept a certain distance from him, after all, they had guns in their hands.

Broken Moon clearly understood his situation, as long as he moved now, a hundred and ten bullets would immediately greet him.

But even if he didn't move, it was only a matter of time before the bullet greeted his body.

Is this how my life is going to end?

He asked himself.

But the present world is often cruel, and one's own destiny is sometimes not controlled by oneself.

Unless, there is a slight turnaround.

A loud voice is the turning point of the broken moon.

"Hey!"

The voice was loud enough for everyone present to hear.

"Your general is here!"

Chinese.

A smile bloomed on Broken Moon's face.

The voice was all too familiar to him, and he looked back to see a man in a camouflage uniform and sunglasses on the roof of a bungalow, holding a black head.

There was a thin black man beside him, and immediately after he spoke, he used the local dialect to act as a translator.

"Put down the gun, the general is dead, and you don't need to die for him anymore."

The man in black wore sunglasses, and his majestic figure stood tall on the roof of the bungalow, like a big tree. The head in his hand moved back and forth, apparently to let the militia see that the general who led them in the rebellion had been killed by him, and made them give up resistance.

Capturing the thief and capturing the king first is a consistent strategy of the Chinese on the battlefield.

Even in South Africa, the strategy is still working.

The sky resounded with the rumble of helicopters, from far to near, flying in this direction.

"If you don't want to die under the Black Hawk helicopter, just resist."

Judging the situation, these blacks also knew the stakes, and they drove away in armed cars one after another, scattering as birds and beasts.

"Daddy!"

The crisis was lifted, and Broken Moon threw herself into the arms of her father, Thor.

Thor caressed his son's hair lovingly, and asked softly, "Are you hungry!" ”

Broken Moon shook her head, turned to look at the mess of the Red Cross Food Distribution Center, looked at the sunspot lying in a pool of blood and the half piece of bread in his hand, and shook his head.

Thor looked up at the blue sky, and secretly wondered in his heart: Is he a little cruel to leave his son on a mission, although this time he also happened to take this opportunity to hone the broken moon, but after all, his son is only six years old.

At only six years old, he was exposed to the cruelest side of the world.

Hey, a feeling of bitterness in my heart came to my heart, how would my son know, he was going to make a decision soon, maybe this