Gently wiping the blood off the soldier's badge and about to put it in his pocket, I suddenly heard a slight footstep behind me, and I glanced sideways, and it turned out to be a war correspondent, a young and beautiful British girl.

Ever since the fight began, the reporters had been hiding in the car behind her, and I admired her courage as the first reporter to dare to step out of the car.

Cautiously approaching, she picked up the camera and wanted to take pictures of the soldiers who died in battle, but the corners of my mouth twitched slightly, but I didn't stop it.

But when she really saw the dead body on the ground, her face suddenly turned pale, her face was frightened, she staggered back two steps, suddenly turned around and ran to the side of the road and vomited.

"That's how ordinary people should react," I said with a blank look on my face, and then took off Eric's soldier badge and put it in my arms.

got up and walked to the female reporter and handed her the water bottle he was carrying: "Is it the first time to come to the battlefield?" ”

She turned her head to look at me, took the kettle and rinsed her mouth apologetically, maybe the murderous aura on my body was too heavy, she was a little afraid of me, lowered her head and dodged her eyes and said thank you, and then returned the kettle to me and turned around and ran away.

I shook my head with a wry smile, turned around and was about to leave, when my subordinates suddenly came over and saluted, "Sir!" What to do with Parker and Eric's bodies? ”

"Take them home!" I sighed and said without looking back.

“yessir！ And also...... And what about the soldiers of the Alliance? The subordinate asked tentatively.

I was silent for a moment, and then said, "Take it back with you and give it to their people!" ”

Turning his head and glancing at those corpses, he didn't want to take care of them, but as a commander, he took his own people away and threw them down, no matter how he looked at them, he couldn't say anything, and he didn't know what else he would encounter on the road below, and he still needed help.

The soldiers wrapped the corpses covered in blood and shredded flesh in their clothes and loaded them onto the cars, the cramped compartments filled with a fishy stench, and the blood that flowed out of the cloth seeped out of the wagons and sprinkled on the bloody land of Afghanistan.

Alexander the Great once said that in this barren land, people fight against people, dogs fight with dogs, they kill each other, and the war continues to this day, and even the soil is hostile.

Luckily, there were no obstacles in the way, and our team was able to transport five war correspondents to the U.S. Kandahar Air Base in southern Afghanistan.

It feels like being on Mars in Afghanistan, with the Kandahar airport right in the middle of the desert, surrounded by a barbed wire fence, where coalition troops from 45 countries of the world live, and no one knows how many there were, 30,000, 50,000, 100,000.

In addition to the coalition forces, there are also a large number of mercenaries, who come from military companies all over the world and come here with high salaries to work for the Yankees, and I am one of them.

The only difference is that the other mercenaries work for the boss, and I am the boss myself, because the original boss of DY Military Resources was killed by me.

In addition to Yankee weaponry, you can also have a meal at Tim Houghton's restaurant, and even a baseball stadium and café, and you can't believe that the American war is always full of leisure.

I can spend the next few days here repairing and waiting for the real Avengers to arrive, they are all demons crawling out of hell with me, the merciless Grim Reaper on the battlefield, the special forces of the special forces, they are real fighters, the best fighters.

And I just came here with a small team of recruits to set up an outpost, the Avengers mercenaries paid three times the commission of other ordinary mercenaries, and we also got the permission of the Americans to do our own arms business here.

It can be said that this war has made us a lot of money, and of course, we also have to pay the corresponding price, that is, joint operations with US special forces to carry out the highest level and most dangerous mission.

In fact, the most dangerous tasks will be carried out by us.

It's not the first time that the Americans have been used as cannon fodder, and if we really get to the battlefield, whether we can survive depends on our ability, and we won't be stupid enough to carry out stupid orders.

Sitting in the corner of the open-air café, holding a latte in his hand, watching the fighter planes take off and land on the tarmac in the distance.

Not far away, a couple of American GIs were getting together to inspect their backpacks, and I saw their armbands, from the Navy SEALs, and I knew them all too well, because I had spent hellish days under the same roof with them.

It looks like they're leaving, God knows what mission they're going to do, God knows if they'll be able to come back, this place is dying every day, there are Americans, there are British, and of course more Afghans.

You never see a real number in the news, and those special forces who look so powerful, every day someone sends a suicide note back to New York, Washington, or some other city.

"What are you looking at?" A soft, pleasant voice suddenly sounded and interrupted my thoughts.

Following the voice, I turned my head to see that it was the British female reporter who was so disgusted by the corpse that she vomited.

"Nothing, are you alright?" I asked casually.

"Well, I'm sorry, it's the first time I've seen that kind of scene." She seemed to feel like she was causing us trouble.

"It's okay, everyone has a first time, just get used to it!" I took a sip of my coffee.

I'm not the kind of person who likes to talk to strangers, but in this ghost place, it's not bad to have a beautiful woman to talk to, at least to relieve the loneliness.

"Do you have one too? I'm curious. She seemed interested in me, her sappher-like eyes shining expectantly.

"Me? Hehe! I chuckled and said, "The first time I killed someone, I vomited more than you, and I was twelve years old!" ”

"Oh my God, twelve, you learned to kill at twelve?" She opened her mouth in an O-shape, as if she had heard something incredible, and looked at me with surprise on her face.

"This is the world of mercenaries, if I don't kill others, others will kill me, if you want to survive, you have to kill everyone who wants my life, so that no one dares to take my life."

I drank my coffee with a blank face and looked at the tarmac, where the SEALs had boarded the plane and departed, and of course, they might never return.

"You must have a lot of stories!" She was not even afraid of me as a killing machine, but became more and more interested, as if she had caught some major news.

"You're looking for the wrong person, my story has no selling point!" I said lightly.

"Can you tell me about it, I used to think that mercenaries were a group of crazy people who worked for money, they had no faith, greedy, selfish, and unscrupulous, after seeing you, I found that mercenaries are not what I imagined, at least you are not so unbearable!" Look at her sincere face, as if she knows me well.

"Don't try to understand mercenaries, let alone trust mercenaries, it won't do you any good, if someone gives me enough money, I'll kill you right now, even if you're as beautiful as an angel, I can do it." The corners of my mouth curled slightly, revealing a playful smile.

"Can I understand that you are complimenting me?" She tilted her head and looked at me with a light smile, looking at the simple smile, her eyes so clear that there were no impurities, for a moment I didn't dare to look at her, my eyes dodged and looked away.

"I'm not interviewing you, I really want to hear your story! I wonder how bad a mercenary is who sacrifices two of his subordinates to protect strangers! She looked at me with a sincere face, and her eyes were full of anticipation, which made people unbearable to refuse.

I don't know which tendon I got wrong, I would open my heart to a strange girl, and the fiery gaze of her blue crystal eyes seemed to light up my dark military career for so many years.