The gardener died? How is this possible? For a while, I couldn't accept it. At the beginning, the Serbs were left with only the gardener... At that moment, the scene of their training flashed through their minds like a movie clip. I remember they were beaten up when they first arrived, and then they were placed in my class with the veteran Bilsa and his gang.

Panich... This is the gardener's real name... I remember coming from a place called Novi Sad. Because he used to be a middle school teacher, I gave him the nickname Gardener.

I quickly dropped my rifle and quickly got up from the ground, still a little top-heavy at the moment, making me wobbly when I stood up. I reached out and grabbed the gardener and dragged it back quickly, just as he had just dragged me. He's dead and we're still in danger, but I just don't want to leave him, I'm going to take him with me.

After a while, I noticed a man running towards me. The man shouted at me as he ran, but I couldn't hear it clearly. After approaching, I saw the other side clearly, it was Aliyev. He ran up to me and looked at the gardener, probably as I dragged along the way, thinking that the gardener was still alive and was just dizzy. He immediately slung the gun to his chest, then picked up the gardener on his back, and ran out quickly.

I quickly picked up speed to keep up, and by this moment the pickup truck was already driving towards the edge of the village, and the car in the mountains, Dada, Sissy and Ramzan were constantly shooting into the village. Aliyev quickly approached the pickup and, immediately after approaching, threw the gardener into the car with the help of Ramzan. I went to the truck and looked around the village, and I saw two Iraqis running towards us. One of them was one of the three who came first.

Said, who was in the car, shouted at the two guys as he shot at the mercenaries in the village. The two of them ran very fast, at first they turned around and fired a few shots from time to time, but then they simply gave up resistance and ran. However, this obviously made the pursuers behind them attack them more calmly, and one of them was quickly hit in the back and fell down, while the other guy crawled to the side of our car.

"Get in the car! Get in! Aliyev shouted as he lifted me into the carriage, and at the moment I was in a bit of a trance and a little sluggish. It wasn't until Aliyev pushed me a little that I realized I should get in the car and get out of here.

I quickly flipped into the car while looking in the direction of the village. As soon as I got in the car, the pickup truck started slowly. The Iraqi man quickly climbed into the car, and the few people on our side who were still shooting continued to shoot while following the car, and in the village, although I saw that someone on the other side was hit and fell, there were still more and more people, and the bullets were getting more and more dense.

"Hurry up and get in the car! Get in! Rush out! Aliyev yelled and waved everyone else into the car. He quickly grabbed the edge of the carriage and continued to shoot at the village after flipping into the carriage.

Ramzan heard Aliyev's shouts and quickly opened the car door after firing a few shots and got into the passenger seat. The sissy pulls the wounded Dada to help him climb into the car, and just then, a rocket hits from the village. Maybe everyone was already busy evacuating for a while, and no one was still carefully observing each other, or maybe the other party's launch location was relatively hidden, anyway, a rocket flew directly towards us without any warning.

After hearing a whooshing sound, the rocket did not hit us directly, but flew past our car and hit a house in front of us on the right in the direction we were heading. While the exterior wall of the house was scattered with debris from the explosion, the pickup truck continued to move forward. Dada plunged headlong into the car, while the sissy barely got into the car under the pull of the Iraqi man who had already gotten into the car.

"Accelerate! Rush out! Hurry up, hurry up! As soon as the explosion subsided, Aliyev shouted while banging on the cab.

The pickup quickly accelerated and quickly rushed out of the village. Although the people behind were still chasing, they couldn't catch up, and more importantly, we quickly drove out of the opponent's shooting range, and there were private houses between the two of us. Although the outflanked mercenaries fired a few shots at us after driving out of the village, they did not pose much of a threat to us except for a few that hit the car. All we could do was watch our car move away from the village at a fast pace.

After the other party disappeared from our field of vision, everyone couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief. But after a while, the sissy suddenly became excited. He quickly flipped Dada over and shouted, "Quick! Save him! ”

Saeed and Aliyev and I heard the sissy cries for help and turned our heads to look inside the car. I saw that a lot of dark red blood had been shed in the carriage at some point.

At first I thought it was from a gardener who had died in battle, but after careful identification and examination by Aliyev, we confirmed that the blood was Dada's. At least a large part of it flows from Dada.

Aliyev quickly untied Dada's clothes, and there was nothing to see from the outermost layer of clothing, but there was a large cut in the close-fitting clothes, and then we saw a bloody wound in the back of Dada's heart. After checking it out, he looked up at me and shook his head, indicating that there was no help.

"It's not like a bullet. It's more like shrapnel or something that blows up the debris. Said whispered with a sigh.

At the same time that the sissy was holding Dada's corpse and crying. Aliyev touched the gardener, then looked at me with some surprise and said again: "The gardener is gone, too." “

I didn't speak, just nodded after glancing at the gardener. Aliyev didn't say anything, but got up with his gun in his hand and stood guard in the rear.

Said looked at me and whispered, "Shouldn't we be in touch with Seventeen?" “

"Whatever... I said it indifferently, and at the moment I felt like I didn't want to think too much about it anymore. I didn't want to do anything, and I didn't want to think about it. I know it's bad, but I can't control it. I even think it's nice that I'm still sitting so quietly.

Said seemed to see my depression and insanity. He didn't say anything more, but took out his own phone and my satellite phone in pain, and started to make contact.

The gardener and Dada died heroically...

(End of chapter)