It's my fifth day in Afghanistan, and the ground is torn and devastated.

As the war dragged on, the conflict escalated, the gunfire echoed in my ears never stopped, and I was silent as I looked at the mutilated corpses in front of me.

I gulped on the cigarette in my hand, as if only nicotine could calm the sadness in my heart, the wind and sand obscuring my eyes, and tears mixed with earth and oil paint left traces on my face.

I don't know if I was blinded or cried, I couldn't help but wipe the wetness off my face as I looked at Parker's machine-gun head, Eric's mine-blown legs, and the horrific death of the unknown GIs.

This damn wind and sand!

And also...... This damn war!

Parker and Eric are the brothers who came to the battlefield with me, and I am the commander of this unit, codenamed Ghost, from the Avengers mercenaries.

The team of eight recruits I led was the first assignment we received after arriving in Afghanistan, escorting several war correspondents from Kabul to the U.S. military base in Kandahar.

I thought it would have been an easy task, given that in addition to my squad, there were dozens of troops escorted by the Northern Alliance, and the Taliban extremists had withdrawn from the area a week earlier.

But unexpectedly, the remnants of the enemy were still active, and we were attacked by the Izoran Mujahideen forces.

The cunning enemy has planted mines on the roads we must pass through in order to intercept us.

In fact, when the convoy drove to this area, I had a sense of foreboding, as if I sensed the existence of danger, which was a perception of danger, a terrifying intuition honed between countless lives and deaths.

Unfortunately, my instinct was still a step too late, and just as I was about to call for a parking team, the armored car that was walking in front suddenly burst into flames.

Immediately after that, the huge explosion was deafening, and the surging air waves rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, and the huge impact almost overturned our car, and the armored car that touched the mine was directly blown into the sky, rising several meters high, tumbling and falling, igniting a raging fire, and the driver and five soldiers inside were instantly gone.

I was the first to react after the explosion to shout for an enemy attack, jumping out of the car, holding an M110 sniper rifle in both hands, and tumbling behind the rocks on the side of the road.

Although my subordinates are new recruits, they have undergone brutal training and are fully capable of dealing with such unexpected situations, while the soldiers of the Northern Alliance are soldiers who have grown up in the flames of war, although they are a little slower to react, but they are experienced on the battlefield and know what to face next, so they have sought cover to take cover.

As I expected, the smoke of the explosion had not yet cleared, and a group of militants wrapped in white turbans rushed out from behind the bare rocks on the hillside on the left, and I had just probed when I saw an RPG rocket whizzing in an arc with a tail flame.

"RPG ......" I roared, and with a flick of my hand, it was a shot.

Less than 150 meters away, the guy carrying the rocket launcher was pierced through the head by my bullet, but the rocket was already in front of me, and I had no choice but to miss a little bit like God praying.

With a loud bang, a large expanse of yellow sand wrapped in rubble fell from the sky, almost burying me alive.

Maybe God heard my prayers, the rocket exploded five meters away, I opened my mouth to spit out the sand in my mouth, moved my limbs, and felt okay and unharmed.

But when I looked up, I found that two Northern Alliance soldiers were blown to the ground, one of them was only half of his body left, and the other was not dead, his face was covered with blood, and he stretched out his hand as if to call for help, but his hand hung down weakly halfway through.

At this moment, the gunfire rang out like bursting beans, and the jihadists who were not afraid of death rushed over.

Parker was a brave boy, and he was the assault man of the squad, so he was the first to meet him.

I saw him take down an enemy with the first shot, and then jumped into the trench, where he was immediately crushed by hundreds of bullets and could not lift his head.

I yelled into the radio, "Cover him, cover him". Then he turned his head and saw the commanding height fifty meters behind him.

I am a commander and a sniper, the number of enemies is not large, as long as I find a suitable sniper position, I am confident that I can destroy them all.

As I ordered, the squad opened fire, Eric was the machine gunner, there was a rock in front of the left side of the road that could be used as good cover, he wanted to use it as a firing point, so he ran there with the machine gun against the enemy's bullets.

God favored, he rushed to that position, "Come on, bunny! Eric yelled excitedly.

He set the machine gun on the rock, and moved his body behind the rock, and it was this step that he heard a soft click under his feet, and then there was a boom, and the rubble flew upside down, and Eric flew back with a scream, and then there was no movement after landing.

Yes, Eric had touched the mine, and when I looked back at him, his legs had turned into a pile of shredded flesh, leaving only his upper body on the ground, scorched and smoking.

"What the hell!" I cursed, pulled the trigger with my finger, and the scope locked onto the enemy who was rushing at the front, and pulled the trigger hard.

The bullet shot out of the chamber at three times the speed of sound, and the enemy was seen with a cloud of blood erupting above his head, his head being cut in half, and his body falling straight down.

I was exposed, and I was immediately pressed by the enemy, and at least five of them fired at me, bullets whizzing in my ears, hitting the rocks and striking pieces of rubble, and I didn't move like a statue, just kept pulling the trigger.

"The first, the second...... "I used all the bullets in the magazine in one go, and I killed half of the two dozen enemies.

My squad rushed out while I was changing magazines, and the enemy thought that a single charge would push us back, but they did not expect to meet a master, so that they all died in the charge.

Parker, who had been pinned down in the trench, finally rushed out, still rushing ahead of everyone.

The distance between the two sides was only twenty meters, and the two sides were red-eyed, and the bullets were desperately beckoning to the enemy, the distance was too close, and there was no need to aim at all, just strafing people.

As I reset my sniper rifle and prepared to end the fight, I saw Parker at the front suddenly stop.

I chuckled in my heart and whispered, "Oh no, he was shot"

Then the enemy machine gunner was seen sweeping with a machine gun, more than a dozen bullets pierced his body, and three bullets hit the left side of the face, shattering half of his head.

When I sniped the Heavy with a single shot, the battle was over, and the rest of the fighters rushed forward and killed all the enemies, while Parker and Eric were killed.

It was our first battle in Afghanistan, and it was a common thing for me, a battle-hardened veteran, but it was brutal for the first-time recruits, such as Parker and Eric.

They had just completed the mercenary assessment and were going to Afghanistan to make a big profit, and then went to Africa for a vacation, but they didn't expect to die before they left their divisions, and they didn't even leave a whole corpse, no way, this is the battlefield, full of death and killing.

I don't remember how long it took me not to feel like this, maybe when I was a recruit, maybe ...... Longer!

At this time, I was sad with regret, I was used to seeing the battlefield fighting, and my heart was like iron.

Ruthless, ruthless, and always synonymous with mercenaries, but today they are a little out of control, perhaps because these two recruits are too young.

They were still just children, which made me feel a little sad, and my heart was heavy, like a blockage of a stone.

Taking a deep breath, he crouched down next to the corpse and reached down to remove the blood-stained Soldier badge from Parker's neck.

His name is engraved on the obverse, and on the reverse is a white skull emblem with the word DY, which means "hell" from DY Military Resources.

This is the only thing that can prove one's identity as a mercenary.

His head was half smashed by a machine gun, and he was already unrecognizable, and without this soldier card, God knows who the guy with the broken head was, and without the ability to verify his identity, the mercenary would often end up in the wilderness.