The bullet that almost killed the goddess completely detonated my ferocity, and one corpse after another fell under my gun, my brothers followed, and I, a sniper, became a sharp soldier.

I was covered in blood all the way to death, and the pirates who were not yet dead crawled out of the ruins in a daze, and came out of the houses, all exposed to the guns, and fell in pools of blood one by one.

But I also see that their steps are not as slow as before, but they are very slow to react, indicating that the toxicity is gradually dissipating and their consciousness is slowly recovering, but this will take a process, and we will not give the enemy time to breathe.

A few minutes later, we met with the captain, Pandora, Carl and other comrades in the center of Pottertown, everyone was bloody, the backpacks that originally weighed dozens of kilograms were now deflated, such an inhumane massacre, the bullets naturally consumed quickly, and the magazines I loaded were all emptied, leaving only boxes of bullets.

"Report casualties!" The captain stood in the middle of the crowd and said loudly.

"One Icewolf was seriously injured, and two were lightly injured." While bandaging the wounds of the lightly wounded, Carl reported that they had all been shot in the cold while on the outskirts of Pottertown, but fortunately no one was killed.

"The tank and the lion are on the spot, and the others are fine!" Pandora makes a round trip and reports to the captain.

"Carl, how's the seriously wounded?" The captain asked with concern.

"Shot in the spine, not in a good condition, maybe ......" Karl said in a gloomy voice, not continuing.

I turned my head and looked, not to mention that everyone also understands that a bullet in the spine is likely to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, what a tragic blow this is for a mercenary, only those who have experienced it understand that his end may be worse than dying on the battlefield, thinking of a big man who tears a tiger and a leopard and becomes a walking corpse, we all bow our heads gloomily.

It is basically impossible for mercenaries who have experienced the war to return to normal life, because none of them are psychologically normal, and the lowest is also the sequelae of war, and returning to normal society is a time bomb at any time, I don't know how many people will be killed by mistake, and leaving the battlefield, I will become crazy sooner or later under the calm.

"Veterinarian, contact the Flying Eagle to come and answer and save his life." The captain gestured to the Icewolf brothers, who were lying unconscious on the ground.

"Yes!" The veterinarian said yes and stepped aside to signal the eagle.

"The others clean up the battlefield and deal with the remnants of the enemy, all keep their eyes on the bright spots, don't let me collect the corpses for you." The captain gave the order with a serious face.

I picked up the magazine that had just been pressed and pushed it into the chamber, beckoned the strikers, and in groups of three, they searched the surrounding houses in a triangular formation.

Standing in front of a house with a roof torn over by a wave of air, the striker kicked open the wooden door, and I dodged into the room, which was a mess, with the body of a man lying on the floor, and a naked woman on the bed, hit on the head by a beam falling from her head, and she was very ugly on the bed.

I walked around the house, there was no one alive, and when I was about to leave, something suddenly grabbed my ankle, I searched in fright and ran out two meters away, suddenly turned around and raised the muzzle of the gun and shouted: "What person, get out of here." ”

A moment later, a hand trembled out from under the bed, and then a woman wearing only a small vest crawled out little by little, covered in blood and scars, hardly good, the only thing to be thankful for was that there were no fatal injuries.

"Help me, help me!" She seemed to have gone crazy and thought of me as a savior, her dull face repeating two words.

I looked at her miserable appearance, took a deep breath, slowly raised the muzzle of the gun in my hand, and said lightly: "I can't save you, the only thing I can do is to end your pain." ”

After speaking, I pulled the trigger ruthlessly, the bullet pierced through the chest, blood splattered out from behind, the body shook and slowly fell to the ground, I saw her confused eyes, as if asking me, why did you kill her?

"Don't blame me, it's a goddamn war." I said something and turned to walk out of the room.

Dozens of houses were then cleared, and we did not return to the assembly point until the Eagle arrived with a transport plane.

"Captain, it's almost all cleaned up, and after tonight, the Puntland Guard will be the history of Somali pirates." The devil walked over with 249 on his shoulders and a smile.

"What about these corpses, just leave them here?" Karl walked over and glanced at the corpses scattered all around, tonight's battle, at least thousands of people were killed, and there were bones all over the place.

"Do you want to take them home and make them into specimens?" The monkey smiled and patted Carl on the shoulder.

"Of course not, I just wanted to cover up my crimes." Carl joked about it, but we couldn't laugh at it in our ears.

"Go and bring the oil drums over there, pour gasoline on them and set them on fire!" The captain was silent for a moment, pointing to the oil drums piled up not far away, it was strange to say, such a big explosion, these oil drums did not explode, maybe God left them to cremate the corpses.

Since it was the base of the Puntland Guard, gasoline was indispensable, and a group of us rushed over to carry the tumbling oil drums everywhere, then unscrewed the lid and spilled the gasoline around.

After that, the captain gave the order, and everyone left Potter Town in turn, and when I got to the distance, I threw off my gas mask and took a few deep breaths, it was too embarrassing to fight with this thing, and I always felt that it was difficult to breathe.

Before getting on the plane, Grizzly Bear and Titan unloaded their grenades and fired dozens of incendiary bombs at Potter Town, causing a fire in an instant, and the entire Porter Town turned into a sea of fire.

Standing in front of the plane, I turned my head to look at the town of Potter and the once-glorious Puntland Guard, which, as the devil said, will be history tomorrow when the sun rises.

The plane slowly rose into the air, and tonight's battle was less than half an hour from the beginning to the end, and the death toll was in the thousands, and for the first time, I felt that I had killed people to the point of softness, and sitting on the plane, my mood was surprisingly calm, and I was numb to the killing.

Before, my brothers always said that I didn't kill enough people, but now I almost understand that only killing people to numb means enough, and at that time, there is basically not much humanity left.

The plane circled in the sky, and I gazed at the sea of fire below and seemed to see countless struggling souls, who were about to die with the flames, and my soul would never be saved.