After this conflict, the government soldiers did not say anything, but they were obviously much more indifferent or frightened to us, and when they saw us, they hid and walked away as if they had seen a ghost, as if we were a bunch of monsters with green faces and fangs, and if one was unhappy, they would be eaten alive.

But that's fine, we don't like to deal with them in the first place, today it's a friendly army, tomorrow it may be an enemy, it's just a war deal between us, take people's money, eliminate disasters for others, it's as simple as that, the deal is over, what should you do, who cares if you are a government army or a rebel.

On the other hand, if the rebels come up with enough benefits, we will not hesitate to raze this place to the ground, this is the law of mercenaries, there is no affection, only interests, and it is also the law of war, interests are supreme, because it is the source of all wars.

Originally, the mission was over, and we should have evacuated, but we didn't receive the order to leave for a long time, and we privately guessed that it would not be long before a new mission arrived.

The captain beat me to the head and bleed, but it was all skin trauma, no injuries to the muscles and bones did not affect the action, the goddess gave me medicine and ice to reduce the swelling after the wound began to heal the next day, the mercenary when this one, the body does not hang a little color and feel itchy, especially on the battlefield, a little injury and pain, in order to be sure that he is still alive, in the words of the goddess, I am a cheap skin, and I deserve to be beaten.

At noon the next day, I moved a stool and sat at the door of the barracks to wipe my gun, and as soon as I sat down, I was lifted up by the wild lion and the grizzly bear and thrown back into the house with a stool. Don't accept heads-up! ”

"Lion, I heard you right, someone wants to fight us alone!" Grizzly patted his big round head, smiled, turned his head and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey, huh? My fist was itching, and someone came to the door, and you said we should round him or flatten him? The mad lion snapped his fingers, and there was a series of snapping sounds at the joints, which made me feel creepy!

"Who said you were going to go it alone?" The two of them turned their heads to me with a smirk on their faces.

"Him!" Without hesitation, I pointed to the Titan next to me, who was lying on the bed reading a war magazine, and he looked up at me with a confused look and asked, "What did you say?" ”

"It's nothing, I'll have to read your book," I rolled my eyes weakly.

When I turned around, two hills stood in front of me, and the grizzly bear and the lion looked at me with a sinister smile.

"What are you going to do? Don't mess around, say good heads-up, don't bring it together! I said as I stepped back, only to take two steps back and crash into a man, and when I turned my head and looked, oh yes, the Titan was standing behind me blocking my way, and the three big men grinned and immediately came to an agreement, and I was surrounded in the middle like a little sheep, and then there was a terrible howl in the barracks.

"Ai mecao, don't make trouble, I'm so hurt, bastard, don't pinch my thigh, Titan, you big pervert, what are you doing scratching the soles of my feet? Hey, Nima, my old waist, help, kill someone! "Instead of drawing sympathy, my miserable howl drew cheers from a bunch of bastards.

Half a sound later, just when I thought the disaster was over, the mad lion crunch stretched out two fingers and stabbed me in the ass, giving me a real thousand-year kill!

"Ah......h

"Grass, you lion, you bastard, I'm going to have to make a hole in your ass!" I covered my ass and rolled on the ground, tears of pain were about to fall, and I blurted out all kinds of dirty words pointing to the fleeing wild lion, scolding his ancestors for eighteen generations.

"The captain said, you are not allowed to step out of the barracks, there is a kind of you coming out!" The mad lion stood outside the barracks and made a big face at me, so angry that I wanted to screw his head off to make a braised lion's head.

Suddenly, a truck drove behind the wild lion, and the smoke and dust rolled up by the wheels choked him with a violent cough, and he raised his hand to scold, but now the truck was full of refugees, looking at their gray faces and thin appearance, it was natural to think of the word refugee.

But what really made the mad lion care was not their embarrassed appearance, but the two women sitting at the back of the carriage, in fact, there was nothing special, but when the mad lion looked up, he happened to meet their eyes, at that moment, the mad lion did not see the panic and fear that the refugees should have, which couldn't help but make him look at it twice, and felt that something was not quite right.

The car was parked at the door of the barracks not far ahead, and the soldiers in the car got down, opened the car and let the refugees get off, and the mad lion walked back and sat at the door as if nothing had happened, staring at the two unkempt women, trying to verify their feelings through their actions.

I didn't know what he was thinking, so while his attention was on those refugees, I secretly rushed over from behind and strangled him by the neck, and said with a smile: "Bastard, it's in my hands, say, how do you want to die?" ”

The mad lion ignored me, didn't struggle, kept staring at those refugees, I saw that he looked different, quickly let go of his hand, followed his gaze, and asked, "What's wrong?" What's the problem? ”

"Look at those refugees, do you think there's something wrong?" The mad lion squinted his eyes.

"It's just a bunch of malnourished skinny monkeys, what's wrong." I asked suspiciously, this is no different from the refugees we met on the road, a group of thin black bamboo poles, a gust of wind can blow them away, I think I can pinch a few to death, look at this group of people embarrassed, it is estimated that they have just escaped from the battlefield not long ago.

"No, most Africans are like this, that doesn't mean they don't have the strength to shoot, you look at those two women, I don't think they're refugees." The lion gestured to the two women who had jumped out of the car.

I looked over curiously, they had two rings of rags around their chests and waists, unkempt, covered with dust, and bruises on their faces, as if they had fallen while fleeing, and there was nothing special about them from the outside.

"Are you nervous, why didn't I see anything wrong?" I patted the lion on the shoulder, frowned, and said.

"What are you looking at? Interested in those dirty women? Do you need me to help you catch two of them and bring them to your bed? "Monkeys and strikers came from behind, crouching beside us and looking at the refugees.

"They don't seem to be all refugees!" The striker had a blade of grass in his mouth, and narrowed his eyes when he saw them.

"You see that, too?" I turned my head and asked in surprise.

"What's all the fuss, you see the woman on the far right, she's been looking around, everyone else is looking down at their feet, and they don't even dare to raise their heads when they see these soldiers, that's what a refugee should look like." The striker saw through the woman's disguise at a glance, which coincided with the mad lion's thoughts, indicating that the mad lion's feelings were not wrong, and the two women did have a problem.