Six hours later, Yu Zhiqian walked to the battlefield a little numbly, cleaning the battlefield at will.

After winning, this blocking battle was much easier than Yu Zhiqian thought, at least, Yu Zhiqian did not encounter any danger, the number of casualties was less than 50, and only more than 20 people were killed, of which 13 were killed by tanks in the first line of defense, and the rest of the casualties were because they stepped on their own mines.

The war was over after the arrival of the government troops, and now the soldiers of the government army were roaming the mountains to capture prisoners, then shoot them up and line up to shoot them.

Yu Zhiqian was a little numb with a cigarette in his mouth, walking among the corpses, and when he encountered some backpacks, he would pick them up and look at them, and then discard them at will.

There are too many corpses, Yu Zhiqian has no interest in cleaning up the battlefield, let alone licking the box, this group of rebels, most of them are a group of naked dicks with only one gun, and there is nothing of value.

In the last hour just now, when the government army had already appeared behind this group of rebels, this group of rebel soldiers went crazy, they didn't need a supervision team, they didn't need people to let them advance, and they sent them to death like crazy to the position of Yu Zhiqian and others.

Knowing the machine gun position in front of them, knowing that there was an enemy, but in order to survive, this group of blacks charged towards Yu Zhiqian's position from different directions like homing ants, more people just wanted to rush over, and some of them mixed in the crowd and shot, but only a few.

With flesh and blood, trying to break through the blockade caused by bullets, the confrontation between flesh and blood, the final result was that the black people turned into corpses, lying densely on the ground in front of Yu Zhiqian's position, dyeing the earth black and red.

There were also some people who rushed through the defense line, but they were greeted by the third and fourth lines of defense, and only two or three lucky people successfully broke through the defense line and left the firefighting area, but how many people on the side stepped on the mines and rushed out, Yu Zhiqian did not know, there were only less than 300 people in his hands, and it was impossible to hold the long front.

If it weren't for the terrain, Yu Zhiqian and the others would not have been able to hold this place, and the only road in the hilly area was stuck by the dead owner, as if they were grabbing the throat of this group of defeated rebel soldiers, making them unable to breathe smoothly at all.

In the last hour of madness, Yu Zhiqian's machine gun positions were all scrapped, and in the end, he could only use his rifle to shoot continuously, and almost all the bullets were empty.

The mortar positions were constantly bombarded, grenades, RPGs, any weapon imaginable, anything that could be used, all of them were taken out, erected on high ground, and poured down below.

When everything was over, Yu Zhiqian stood in the middle of the road, the front was black, and the back was also black, like a person who had lost himself standing on a black land, but the land was originally yellow and green, and the corpse changed the appearance of the surroundings.

"Head!"

Pete is behind, constantly walking forward deep and shallow, his pants have been soaked with blood, there is too much blood on the ground, if he walks carelessly or even slips, in some places where there are many corpses, even a blood pit has formed, and when he steps into it, thick blood can splash his face.

"What's wrong?" Yu Zhiqian looked at Pete, who was a little dull-eyed, and waved his hand gently.

"No, I just wanted to call you!"

Everyone was confused, there were too many corpses, too many people were killed, how many people died under Yu Zhiqian? Hundreds? Thousands? Who knows, the action they repeated for the past few hours was to pull the trigger, change the magazine, pull the trigger, and if the barrel was broken, take another gun, and so on.

"Let's see if we can find something!" Yu Zhiqian smiled reluctantly, now he and his subordinates have a bit of a problem and need to vent, and women are the best venting products.

"Well, good!"

Yu Zhiqian and Pete kept walking on the corpse road, occasionally squatting down, holding something and looking at it for a long time before throwing it on the ground.

A cloth bag attracted Yu Zhiqian's attention, gently picked it up, opened it inside, and found a notebook, most of the fonts had been soaked in blood, it was difficult to tell what was written on it, it could be a diary, or something else, but who knows?

Yu Zhiqian didn't throw away this notebook, but picked it up and put it in his backpack, Yu Zhiqian didn't know why he did it, but he did it.

In the end, Yu Zhiqian couldn't walk, so he randomly found a place where several corpses were stacked together, sat down, a gust of wind mixed with the smell of blood blew, and there was also the smell of corpses that had been exposed, Yu Zhiqian felt that his body was also the smell of death.

Half an hour later, Yu Zhiqian saw Falcao, compared to Yu Zhiqian's tiredness, Falcao was much more excited, looking at the corpses on the ground, Falcao saw not death, not tiredness, not killing, but his own merits, and the future.

Finding Yu Zhiqian sitting on the corpse in a daze, Falcao ran to Yu Zhiqian excitedly, regardless of the fact that Yu Zhiqian was now covered with blood: "You did it, it's incredible, how did you do it, you are simply a god, a god of God!" ”

Falcao felt that he was going crazy, and originally asked Yu Zhiqian to drag the rebels, but he just wanted him to drag as much as possible, and then he ate part of it.

In this way, with his merits, he can continue to rise, but he didn't expect that Yu Zhiqian had completed the task so well, he didn't know how many people he had killed, and he didn't need statistics, all of them were corpses within a radius of two or three kilometers, and it would take a long, long time for these corpses to be cleaned up.

With such a big credit, Falcao believes that he wants to go to the top without any resistance, what is one and a half million dollars? Is that still money? Now Falcao can't wait to hire Yu Zhiqian permanently and let him fight for himself, it's too powerful, it's really amazing!

"I don't know!" Yu Zhiqian shook his head, from the beginning to the end, he really didn't know how he did it?

Three hundred men fought sixty or seventy thousand, and at least forty thousand were wiped out, maybe more, is there such a result in history? Yu Zhiqian thought about it, it seems that there was a banquet or something in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that he is himself, right?

Probably because the opponent is too weak! Yu Zhiqian thought about this question for a long time and gave himself an answer, this kind of war is like a massacre, not a war.