Smoke rises from the dilapidated villages.

Hundreds of MSL militants wearing white hats, fearless of life and death, approached the three-story tulou, on the tulou, the man who was cut in the waist, turned over, and found that the part below the waist was forever separated from himself, stunned, and the iron-blooded man who was used to seeing life and death also had fear in his eyes that he did not want to believe in the cruel reality.

Cut in half.

Extremely brutal death.

The cruelty is that you can't die all at once.

However, the man didn't shout or scream, gritted his steel teeth to bear all this, and several comrades-in-arms rushed to his side, comforting him and encouraging him.

"Boss, I can't work for you for the Arctic Fox anymore." The man stared at Yang Chen, who was squatting beside him, smiling and crying, with endless regret and unwillingness in his tragic smile.

Yang Chen was speechless, watching the brothers who fought side by side to die, his heart was like a knife, the pain was almost suffocating, and he was tired of killing, not because of the discovery of conscience or the overflow of benevolence, but because he was unwilling to bear the torture of life and death again and again.

"Take care, boss." After the man finished speaking with tears in his eyes, he snatched the pistol of his brother next to him, resolutely put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

Gunshots.

The hearts of all the people around him seemed to be pulled hard.

In fact, Yang Chen could have prevented his subordinates from committing suicide, but he didn't do it because he knew that in this case, death was really a relief.

"Take his equipment and we'll kill it." Yang Chen gritted his teeth and gave an order, the cruel reality did not allow him to be endlessly immersed in grief, and he had to fight for the lives of the remaining people.

To the west, Afghanistan.

One hundred and thirty kilometers to the east is the military airfield at the time of departure.

Where to go Yang Chen finally chose to return to the military airport, no matter where he went, he had to take risks, so he chose a route that could get out of danger as soon as possible.

They are fully equipped with GPS satellite locators.

The Pakistan Air Force can lock their position at any time, and if they send planes to pick them up, they will soon get out of danger, although the Arctic Fox cooperates with the TLB, and the forces have already infiltrated Afghanistan, but the secret gathering points are all distributed in the Golden Crescent area, which is too far away, and it has to cross the border, which is too risky.

It's even worse to stick to the waitlist.

The three-story earthen building could not withstand heavy weapons bombardment.

Yang Chen must lead people to break out of the encirclement as soon as possible and retreat to the hinterland of Pakistan, counting Wu Rui, thirteen people, in a battle formation, quickly interspersed in the village.

Wu Rui followed Yang Chen.

At the moment of life and death, love and love, I didn't care about it, she clenched the MP5 submachine gun, ran all the way, panting, and suddenly Yang Chen pressed her down, and a grenade exploded a few meters away.

On the earthen wall and on the roof, as soon as a dozen militants appeared, they were cross-shot by the Arctic fox warriors who had long been lying against the wall in the alley.

The gap between the ultimate soldier and the rabble is vividly revealed.

"Who are these people you brought with you?" Wu Rui looked around at the well-armed Arctic Fox elite who was killing people like hemp, and whispered to Yang Chen, who was squatting against the wall

"My people." Yang Chen replied lightly, making Wu Ruite confused, and wanted to ask, Yang Chen shouted, signaled her not to squeak, listened with her ears close to the wall, poked the muzzle of the submachine gun in his hand against the wall, and quickly shot twice, and a terrible wail came from the other side of the earthen wall.

The fragile adobe wall could not stop the nine-millimeter bullets fired by the MP5 at all.

At the same time, the Arctic Fox team cleared the last obstacle and surrounded Yang Chen and Wu Rui to break out of the encirclement and break away from the village, but hundreds of militants poured out.

"Boss, I'll take a few brothers to stay behind to cover, you withdraw first." The man who led the team to meet Yang Chen this time ran to express what he thought.

Wang Ming.

Master of the Special Operations Brigade of the 38th Group Army.

Eight years ago, due to a mistake in a live-fire exercise, he seriously injured his comrades-in-arms, and left the army in frustration, went to Iraq as a mercenary, and was absorbed by the Arctic fox.

Yang Chen frowned and did not refuse directly.

Wang Ming's suggestion was very good, and Yang Chen had already thought of it, but the person who left the cover after the break would definitely be more auspicious, and he couldn't bear to do it.

If there is no Wu Rui.

He was definitely the one who stayed.

"Okay, you pick a few brothers to stay, don't fight to the end, act when the opportunity arises, and keep in touch." Yang Chen made a quick decision, now is not the time to look ahead and look backwards.

Decisive killing.

Qualities necessary for a good soldier.

Wang Ming nodded heavily and shouted the names of the three people, who stopped without hesitation, hid behind the trunks of the rocks and trees, and raised their guns to aim at the enemy.

Hundreds of militants, in loose formations, rushed over.

Wang Ming turned off the miniature communication device, and with the determination to die, he said to the three people who fought side by side with him: "We will be nailed here to buy more time for the boss, and when the bullets are gone, we will use knives." ”

The three of them nodded and opened fire, and the enemies who rushed over fell in groups of three or five, and those who were not shot hurriedly lay down and shot indiscriminately.

Wang Ming smiled cruelly, and when he changed the magazine, he looked back at the comrades-in-arms who were about to leave this valley and climb quickly along the mountain road, and his heart was a little steady.

At this time, several grenades smashed down in no particular order, exploding one after another, the grass, trees, sand and stones flew over, and the shock wave of the explosion overturned the three people picked out by Wang Ming.

One was killed instantly.

The two were wounded, gritted their teeth and struggled to get up.

Wang Ming was not injured, but his head was dizzy and his ears were ringing from the explosion, and the militants lurking dozens of meters away got up one after another, screaming and charging for their lives.

Wang Ming and two injured teammates, fighting to the death, shot nearly 20 people, at the same time, a stray bullet flying out of nowhere pierced Wang Ming's shoulder, as if a huge force collided, Wang Ming, who was half-squatting and shooting, involuntarily fell backwards, and the teammates next to him were shocked, wanting to see Wang Ming's injury, but as a result, the upper body was exposed, and was hit into a honeycomb by a shuttle bullet that happened to be swept in, and he staggered and fell to Wang Ming's side, dying.

"Ahh

Wang Ming cried out in pain, and he was so guilty that he wanted to raise his gun to commit suicide, took off the grenade with a hideous face, and threw it at the crowd near him one after another, and the explosions continued.

Flying shrapnel.

Sprinkled blood.

Bloody stumps and severed arms.

Outline the most tragic scene in the world.

Another wounded Arctic fox member roared wildly, picked up the gun of his dead comrade, stepped forward, and fired two MP5 submachine guns cross-fire in his hand.

Kaba.

Bullets run out.

The man who was not afraid of death closed his eyes and let a dozen AK47 bullets pierce his body, and then fell straight back and fell into the dust.

Wang Ming, who was sitting upright against the trunk of the tree, had tears in his eyes, all the brothers he left behind were dead, and he didn't plan to leave alive, he ran out of bullets from the submachine gun and left one bullet from the pistol.

This last bullet.

Wang Ming decided to keep it to himself, seeing the dense enemy approaching, he slowly raised his hand, pointed the gun at his temple, and the elderly appearance of his parents came to mind, and murmured: "Father, mother, son is not filial." ”