"My people, half dead......" Anthony was standing next to Kud. It's just that Kud is standing in the shadows and not in the light. Even his voice was deliberately low.

But he heard Kud say faintly: "I believe that your situation is similar. Our brothers were basically consumed as cannon fodder. They didn't even see the jackals, and they died. ”

"Stop talking nonsense, man." Anthony smoked a cigarette, his voice tired and helpless: "If there is a choice, I believe you will not come here." Bring your brother with you to die. I can tell you unequivocally, and so am I. ”

"We ...... I don't have a choice. Even if we know that we are cannon fodder, we can only die here. Or, the inexplicable death of the whole family together. ”

Coud was silent. He knew that what Anthony was saying was a very realistic situation. None of them dared to leave, and none of them dared to resist. The shadow standing behind these people was too huge. The huge ones left them breathless.

"I just want to take my brother and ask for a way to live." Kud was silent for a long time before he whispered, "I can't do it myself, and my brothers don't have any good way." But I think we can find a way to live......"

But he saw that Kud paused, and said in a low voice: "If it goes on like this, it will be tomorrow night at most." We're all going to die. I was very unwilling to be consumed as cannon fodder. Although it is our destiny ......"

"Wild bees, my old fellow. If I really had the chance, do you think I would need to take my brother to my death right now?! Anthony said with a wry smile. Wild bee, is one of Kud's many nicknames.

After all, in the circle of mixed mercenaries, it is common to change nicknames. There are only some acquaintances who have been mixed for a long time. Only then will you know what some old guys used to be nicknamed and what mercenary groups they stayed in.

And the nickname of wild bee was used by Kud a long time ago. There are not many people who still know this nickname. Anthony is one of them.

"Actually, if you can get in touch with the jackals...... Anthony is halfway through his sentence, but he pinches it off himself, "No, we'd better not think about it." Otherwise, we don't know how to die......"

Coud lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Why not?!" Anyway, we're all dead now, and it's actually the same as not having contact with jackals. ”

"It's different, wild bees. It's really different......" Anthony looked at Coud and whispered, "Wild bees, you'd better not mess around." Don't think that what you've done is something that the people in the company won't know about. ”

"Yes, maybe they won't know now. But afterwards, they always notice some clues. They don't even need evidence, just suspicion is enough. It is only necessary to suspect that it is difficult to kill a group of hires and their dependents?! Is there pressure on them?! ”

Coud listened to Anthony's words, and his face changed several times. In the end, it turned into a miserable white: "Little people...... After all, we little people can only be used as cannon fodder. I knew that it was cannon fodder to send me to death, but I still had to go to ......"

In the small town, Iron Arm made the same emotion. The sadness of the little people lies in the fact that even if they know that they are cannon fodder, they still have no choice but to die. However, the little people are the characters. They at least knew that they were going to die, and that they were going to die.

Those who are worse than the little people are not any characters. They may even be swept up in it, and they won't even have the qualifications and opportunity to understand what's going on. Just died for no reason.

So what are they?! Iron Arm thought for a long time, but there was no answer. Once, too. Not even a character. Just a random character, even if it's a small person. To his death, he was helpless.

Thinking about Iron Arm is also very emotional, and now the jackal dog that is only the tip of the iceberg is enough to surprise him. At the same time, he was also extremely proud that his father had been one of them. He now understood where his father's pride came from.

Iron Arm served in the U.S. Army, and at one point he was proud of the troops he served. Even when he was in the service, he gave birth to a father who was nothing more than a mercenary. I think I'm stronger than him, and I don't think mercenaries have anything to be proud of.

Indeed, if it were an ordinary mercenary, it would be like that. After life and death, even if they have come to the point of Kud and Anthony, they are actually just small people and cannon fodder who are used to block guns.

But jackals, no. After becoming a jackal, after mastering the black group. Iron Arm knew what kind of organization his father had worked in. What can this organization bring to him?

How many years has it been since the United States of America? How many years has Windsor royalty only appeared? Those seemingly magnificent countries, in fact, how many years have they only existed in the new century?! Jackals, but watching them up and down. Look at what they once were, watch them fall.

Jackals have served them, adding to their grandeur and clearing obstacles. He also used them as an obstacle to the new dynasty when they were in decline. Become the core of the jackal, only then will you know those countries that look magnificent and powerful.

In fact, in the background, it is not worth mentioning. It is only from the past of the jackal that we can learn the real history hidden behind the shadows. Those looming, those who really hold power.

Iron Arm is well aware that what he knows now is only the tip of the iceberg. There are many more hidden under the icebergs on the surface of the water, and the larger part is unknown to you. For the time being, he doesn't have this permission yet.

He also knew very well that Hou Dasheng was helping him fight for this authority. He even knew that Hou Dasheng was already very impatient to retire. But because he didn't get this permission, he didn't retire now.

"Captain, we've been asked for a conversation through a communication channel." In the earphones of the iron arm, the voice of the communications staff sounded. Hearing this, Iron Arm frowned: "What did he say?!" ”

"He asked to speak to our head and said he had something important to say."

Iron Arm smiled: "Tell him, just say something." If you don't say anything, I don't have time to play any dumb riddles with him. I don't have time to care what he's going to say. ”

"Understood!" The correspondent quickly began to make contact with the other party, while Iron Arm lowered his head and pondered what the other party wanted to do......