There were two gunshots on the hillside behind, it was the goddess who was sniping the lucky one who had escaped in the battle just now, it was he who released the incendiary bomb and instantly took the lives of dozens of soldiers, he thought that with the protection of the jungle, he could leave calmly after the killing, but the smoke from the grenade launcher revealed his position, how quickly the goddess reacted, and the incendiary bomb locked the enemy's position before it landed.

After the gunshot, the goddess nodded at me, indicating that the enemy had been killed, I sighed softly, killing the murderer can only give my soul some comfort, but after all, this tragedy could not be avoided, and the bodies of dozens of soldiers were wiped out with the fire.

The soldiers who had escaped the disaster gathered around us from all over the place, no one spoke, only the crackling sound of the flames burning the wooden planks, and they involuntarily took off their helmets, revealing their faces full of traces of gunsmoke, their charred skin as if they had just crawled out of the ashes, and many of them wept silently, leaving two clean marks on their faces.

I don't know how long I stood here, how long I watched, until the fire went out, I heard the sigh of death in my ears, and then turned around and left, the dead soldiers left nothing, everything that belonged to them was reduced to ashes, not even a single relic, maybe only the names of the martyrs were brought to the family, and the only people who could remember these names were probably the comrades beside them, but by no means including the high-ranking military officials who were sitting in the air-conditioned room smoking cigars.

Sometimes I really don't want to be worth these recruits, so why bother to work for a corrupt government like the Philippines, is it just for a handful of ashes and the honor of martyrs?

During my time in Africa, I saw countless refugees joining the army for bread, what a simple reason, to take up arms in order to fill their stomachs, but this is the Philippines, and it is not so poor that it starves to death.

Yes, after all, they died in war with such an expectation for the sake of the country, for there would be no more rebels, for no more wars, for the sake of seeing a peaceful country, and perhaps this is their faith, just like our predecessors.

When the devil found the bandit who had released the Molotov cocktail, his body had been broken into three sections, his right shoulder and arm had fallen to the ground, and he was still holding a grenade launcher with residual warmth in his hand, his upper body had fallen to the ground, and his lower body had fallen under the tree, and his intestines and internal organs had flowed to the ground.

When the soldier standing next to me saw the corpse, he didn't know where he got the courage, he suddenly rushed to the corpse, drew his saber and stabbed dozens of times in a row, the sawtooth on the back of the knife dragged the flesh and blood all over his face, and his body was covered with meat residue, and when he stopped after venting, the upper body of the corpse turned into a pile of rotten meat.

He took two steps back and sat on the ground with a thud, holding his head in his hands, his fingers in his hair and crying, I was a little curious, he was a little overly sad, I turned my head to look at the lieutenant officer next to me.

He took a deep breath and whispered, "Among the burned soldiers is his own brother. ”

"Oh, I see!" I suddenly realized that I was really a brother in the war, but unfortunately, the first actual battle ended up in a yin and yang.

"The troops have already been reduced by a third, right?" Death looked at the lieutenant.

"Yes, since we went to the island, we have lost more than a hundred people, hundreds of people have been wounded, and less than three hundred people can continue to fight, nearly half, although we won the war, I don't think it's a victory." After witnessing the brutality of the war, several officers who had never been on the battlefield seemed to have realized that perhaps in time they would become the pillars of the future of the government army.

"The end? It's still early, it's just a secret stronghold of the rebels, and these bandits may have stayed here only to meet the enemies who attacked us, or to prepare for a second sneak attack, but we were a little unlucky enough to be one step ahead. ”

I sneered, if the war ended so easily, how could these extremists remain here for more than ten years and grow stronger and stronger.

"Contact the military, just say the mission is complete, and ask for evacuation." The Grim Reaper doesn't feel as much emotion as I do, but I just feel that if this battle continues, the students he has trained for a month with his own hands are afraid that they will not survive a few.

Since the beginning of the expedition, these recruits have only obeyed the devil and death, and only obeyed their orders, and several officers with the army have become decorations, people's hearts are flesh and blood, although the devil and death are notorious murderous thugs, but in the face of the sincerity of these recruits, they are also moved, and do not want to take them step by step into the ghost gate.

The lieutenant agreed, and called the radio soldiers who had just come to contact the army, while the devil gathered the remaining soldiers and wounded on the hillside to rest, and our supplies were almost used, many of the soldiers had nothing to eat, and many of our water bottles were empty.

The goddess gathered all the food together and divided it evenly among everyone, and a dozen medical soldiers carried medicine boxes back and forth among the wounded, helping them disinfect, stop bleeding, and bandage, but soon the limited medicine in the medicine box was used up, but there were still two lightly wounded wounds bleeding.

I wanted to wrap the wound with a strip of cloth, but there were too many debris in the wound, and it would definitely be infected without disinfection, but all the medicines were used up, and the two hygienists broke out in a cold sweat.

I walked over and crouched down to look at their shampnel wounds, then took out two bullets and took out the ****** inside, and sprinkled them on the wounds, and the two young soldiers looked at me dumbfounded, they didn't even understand what I was going to do without even seeing the battlefield first aid manual.

"Bear with me!" I said with a blank face, then took out my lighter and lit the gunpowder that had been sprinkled on my skin as they looked at them in horror and did not dare to resist.

"Ah...... Ah......h

"No need to bandage, they're fine!" I saw the medical soldier next to me take out a strip of cloth and wave his hand to stop their movements, although this method is stupid, but it can effectively disinfect and seal the wound, but it is a little more painful, and the taste is not ordinary pain.

"Why didn't you use this trick when you were injured?" The devil leaned over and glanced at the soldier's burnt red skin.

"If there is medicine, who wants to use this way of self-harm, it hurts!" I gave him a blank look, and the pain is something that those of us who often get hurt can relate to.

"You don't think you have any medicine in your backpack, right?" The devil patted my backpack and asked, squinting his eyes.

"Uh, sorry, I forgot!" I was embarrassed by his question, so I blushed and glanced at the soldiers behind me, but luckily they gritted their teeth and endured the severe pain, not noticing what we said. I really didn't mean to, but that's fine, no one knows what the accident will happen next, and it's better to keep my medical kit just in case.