Berkovic's face changed several times when he heard me say this, but after a moment of hesitation as he looked at the NATO mercenary who was getting closer and closer, he seemed to have compromised.

"The form is not good. Fastich is clearly reluctant to go all out, always looking for ways to retain his strength. But the more he did this, the more fierce the bandits who came to reinforce the Count became. At first, Jojic's men were able to help, but with the attack on the Count's inner defensive circle, there were not enough men, and not long after Jojic's men were removed, Fastic's front was immediately in shambles. At this point, he looked disappointed, and after a pause, continued, "We had to send out personnel from the besiegers of this sentence to support that fellow again, and once, nay, it should be said that twice, we had hoped to break through the Count's defenses, but both of them fell short because of the loss of Fastić. ”

"Then why do you suddenly want to pull us over? Don't know if we need a break? I haven't stopped here except in the hospital. I said disgruntled and glanced at Berkovic.

Berkovic thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because you're the only one in the neighborhood who can be pinned on hope." But it's too late to say anything now. These people are coming, even if Mr. Keqiman has broken through the defense line and is approaching the big warehouse called the castle step by step, it is useless. I only ask that you hold them down so that Mr. Kirchiman will have time to gather the team just in case. ”

I looked at the group of mercenaries who had stopped on the road not far from us. Then I saw that the flag of the strange double-headed eagle was planted on a Humvee, which did not have any un logo, but had the same pattern on the car as the flag. There was a machine gun on this one, and the machine gunner watched us warily. Behind the Humvee were three trucks, which were supposed to be carrying combat crews, and at the tail of the convoy it looked like armored vehicles.

These guys are so arrogant, do you know that we don't dare to attack them? I thought of this and looked at the group of Serbs around me, and many of them had a faint murderous intent in their expressions, but this killing intent was not strong, in other words, for now, it was just staying in the stage of thinking about it.

I looked at Berkovic, who was waiting for my reply, this guy couldn't take all his words, and if he wanted to transfer us, it must be not just as simple as Fastich always dropping the chain, but Keqiman must have other calculations. But I really should help them at this moment, try to hold off these mercenaries, after all, when facing these people, Ke Qiman is still his own people, at least on the surface. It's all Serbs, and I can't give the other people the impression that they don't care about the allies, because I'm going to have to hang out here after all.

"Okay. I try my best, I'll try to delay them. Don't expect me to delay for long, though, you should know there's no way I'm going to do anything with these people. I said.

"Thank you so much. I will explain the situation here to Mr. Keqiman, and explain why you can't support it. Berkovic said as he turned over and walked towards the parked car on the other side of the road.

I understood the meaning of his words, he was saying that he would admit my affection for this matter, not mention the matter of support, and would also help us say good things. I just nodded and didn't speak again. Berkovich immediately rushed into his car and hurried away.

I looked at this group of mercenaries, judging by the size, it should not be all the personnel of the other side who have come here. There are more than these people in the team that has crushed both warring sides in Kosovo.

After the team stopped, some people got out of the car, and I saw three people walking out of the Humvee. As soon as the three men got out of the car, one of them waved to those behind him who had already gotten out of the car, and they immediately split into two groups and moved towards us along both sides of the road.

"What's going on?" Milk, who didn't know when, came up to me and said, "It's been a lively day." Are these NATO dogs here to persuade peacekeeping? ”

"Pretty much. Why else are they here? Is this posture to ask us for directions? "I looked at the three men who were coming towards us and got out of the Humvee. As I watched, I said, "I promised Berkovich to help delay the gang for a while." ”

Milk looked at me and said, "Procrastination? How to procrastinate? Talk to these people about family life? ”

I smiled and said, "Ask them if they have a sister to marry me." ”

"Hahaha. Gypsies, if you really ask them that, I promise to go back and do everything in my power to get Paul to marry his sister to you. Milk laughed.

Speaking of Paul's sister, tsk. That's a pretty girl, but now is not the time to be, those three guys have already come. Those who got out of the trucks quickly stood still, each facing the Serb armed forces on either side of the road. And the three of them stood still far from me, with a big grin.

The gang was armed with M16A2 rifles, some with grenade launchers. Everyone carried communication equipment with them, carried backpacks, and wore bulletproof vests. The three people in the middle are dressed in the same way, there is no difference. It's not surprising that people outside the team shouldn't be able to tell who's in command and who's the minions when you're on a mission, it's basic common sense.

"Who of you is in charge here?" One of the three asked.

When I heard this man's voice, it suddenly sounded familiar. I think I've heard this man's voice somewhere.

Milk took a step forward and said, "It's me." Is there anything you can do? ”

The three men looked at Milk, and the three men walked over to Milk and me. I looked at the three men, and all three of them had expressions of impunity, as if they were walking down the street rather than in the middle of an armed group.

The three men came up to us, looked at Milk, and then at me. One of them saw me and said, "Where did this come from?" Is there another ethnic group in Serbia now? ”

Another person looked at me and said, "I guess it's Chinese." Didn't the Americans bomb their embassy? They have always been holding the Serbs. ”

The man smiled and said, "I've always wondered what they did to cause so much displeasure from the Americans and drop missiles in their embassy." It's the same as dropping a missile into China, there's no difference. ”

The person who was the first to speak in the middle of the three looked back at the two and said, "You can ask the liaison officer of the Americans when you have a chance in the future, but now, don't talk nonsense." ”

I looked at the three men, and the one I had recently looked like the leader of the group was probably a Slav, and I could see that from the number of Ukrainians I knew, the Russians, the Serbs here, and the people I had seen in Chechnya before. The other two are a little more European in appearance, or a little more Western. The leader's eyebrows and mustache were cleanly shaved, his eyes were brown, and the look in his eyes was full of hostility and a hint of disdain. The other two were a very strong beard, and the other was tall and thin with a monkey face.

"You are the one in charge here, so please let these people retreat to your station at once. Get out of the way, and if you don't want anything bad to happen, take care of your people and don't make any mistakes, and if there is a situation where a gun goes off, then I won't stand here talking to you anymore. ”

The man spoke very politely, almost commanding and threatening. Milk and I looked at each other, and Milk smiled and said, "We don't want to get in trouble." We are here to pick up our wounded. Wounded, you see. Milk said, gesturing to the wounded who were still lying on stretchers before they had been removed.

The man only glanced at it and said, "I don't care about the wounded, it has nothing to do with us." I tell you again to get out of the way, and to retreat all your men to the station, and not to stand on either side of the road. ”

"Yes. No problem at all. But this place doesn't stop you from going. We're not here to set up barricades, we're really just here to pick up the wounded. Milk said.

"And what is that one on both sides of you that is in your hands? Is that thing also used to treat the wounded? Or is it used to send the wounded on the road and end their suffering? The tall, lanky man spoke.

Milk looked at the guns in the hands of the people around him, turned his head and said, "That's what we used to defend ourselves." Really, we are just some militia seeking to protect ourselves, and we don't want to attack anyone. ”

"Haha." The tall and thin man laughed, "This is one of the funniest jokes I've heard lately." One of the Serb militants actually said that they were only protecting themselves. Are the Serbs we killed in that half not so long ago the Albanians trafficked? ”

When this man said this, I suddenly remembered where this man with no beard and no eyebrows had heard him speak. It's that after I woke up from being blown up, there was a person who seemed to be the leader, and it should be the guy in front of me.

As soon as the thin man's voice fell, the beardless and eyebrowless man suddenly came to Milk's side, his face was almost attached to Milk's face, staring at Milk's eyes, word by word: "I'll say it again at the end!" Evacuate the damn bunch to the camp. Otherwise, I'll have to do it myself. ”