There are only members of the Eagles who died in battle, and there are no members of the Eagles who surrendered!

Want to catch it alive? 、

Hehe, good idea.

Alexander's eyes were filled with anger, and he hated to burn this mountain!

(Just a little!) Oh, God! It's just a little bit like Lao Tzu is going to see God! ****!）

(I want them to know what life is better than death!!) ）

Alexander waved his right hand, and suddenly, the mercenaries around him divided into a group and joined the ranks of the besieging Zhu Jianlong's team.

The mountains were full of enemies, including experienced mercenaries like Alexander, as well as local guards.

For the local troops, there is a group of unknown militants who have broken into the vicinity of the military base, you know, any garrison near the base has the right to shoot and kill unknown people!

As for the team led by Pressure Mountain and Miyamoto Musashi, they have already joined the local garrison as 'advisors', and as for what level of 'advisors' they are, this is not something they can understand.

The Eagle Squad and these people, both sides are also soldiers, fighting for their respective missions, there is no right or wrong, just different positions......

Dada~~Da~~

The tearing sound of the machine guns suddenly stopped, like a broken note, and the area suddenly became silent.

The moment the sound stopped, Zhu Jianlong's heart sank.

Not only him, but also Zhou Chencheng, the entire team members had a feeling that the last moment had come.

As if it was some kind of signal, after Zhou Chencheng's machine gun stopped, the guns in the hands of Zhu Jianlong's squad came from the sound of empty chambers one after another—the ammunition was gone.

Being able to hold on for so long was already a matter of saving the team, and a moment of fire suppression broke out in the previous moment, buying Hadron more than ten seconds!

Zhu Jianlong's squad itself did not carry much ammunition, and they lost some of it while fighting and retreating along the way, repelling many tentative attacks of the enemy on the hill.

Now, at last, there are no bullets.

Qiangzi had just escaped, and if Zhu Jianlong and the others also jumped down, then the enemy would definitely call in other troops for support, and then block the entire river, and then conduct a close investigation.

This could lead to the death of the entire team in a foreign land.

Now, if you can buy a hadron for one more minute, the probability of the hadron surviving will increase by one point.

Even if the enemy steps on the corpses of Zhu Jianlong and the others, and then pursues Qiangzi, I am afraid it will be too late - at that time, it can only be resigned to fate.

The members of Zhu Jianlong's squad stood on the top of the hill, the guns that had run out of bullets had already been dropped, each with a dagger, and looked indifferently at the people who came up around them.

Zhu Jianlong: When they chose to stay, they had already made a decision - to fight to the death!

Never discredit the country and the nation!

This is the pride of being a descendant of Yan Huang, and this is the unyielding spirit engraved into the soul of Huaxia!

Soldiers, there is no way back! Take a step back, you are the country, and you are hundreds of millions of Chinese people!

The cold blade touched Zhu Jianlong's fingertips, feeling the chill from the dagger in his hand, but Zhu Jianlong's heart gradually calmed down.

The muzzles of the surrounding black holes had already been pointed at Zhu Jianlong and the others, looking at the daggers in the hands of Zhu Jianlong and the others that seemed to emit cold light, no one around them was stupid enough to go up and collect it.

After a while, there was a round of applause.

Slap, slap, smack-

Alexander applauded, as if to praise the courage of Zhu Jianlong's team and others.

"Gentlemen, whoever you represent, please lay down your weapons, the situation is already obvious, why should you make unnecessary sacrifices?" Alexander spoke.

Miyamoto Musashi stood aside, indifferently watching Alexander's persuasion.

Miyamoto Musashi already knew the result of persuasion in his heart, and he just wanted to see how Alexander, the so-called Western aristocracy, did useless work.

He didn't bother to talk nonsense anymore.

Miyamoto Musashi has always known that there is no possibility of 'persuasion'.

(Even the spirit of bushido in the Great Japanese Empire originated in China, and under the spirit of bushido, why were the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire afraid of death?) Not to mention China! ）

Miyamoto's heart is like a mirror, but there is no leakage on his face, anyway, he is just a mixed existence, equivalent to the 'consultant' in Alexander's mercenary team, why bother to displease people.

As mentioned earlier, among Alexander's team, only Miyamoto Musashi was 'familiar' with China, and the rest were only hearsay, and they had never understood the past and present of China in detail.

From the perspective of the winner, Alexander made a good promise to Zhu Jianlong's team and a "great" future, waiting for the "gratitude" of the people in Zhu Jianlong's team.

Seeing Alexander muttering a big phone call there, Zhu Jianlong and the others always had indifferent eyes and cold looks, as if carved out of a mold.

Zhu Jianlong didn't even bother to speak, and directly ignored Alexander.

(I'm not afraid of death, what is such coercion and temptation?) If you are afraid of death, you will not come to be a soldier! ）

After waiting for a long time (in fact, it was only a few moments), and before he heard the voice he imagined, Alexander was unhappy.

Alexander was already unhappy in his heart, and patiently wanted to save a few alive and make something useful.

As for now? Then I feel even more unhappy!

Anyone who is ignored in public like this will not be able to hang his face.

Although the Eastern and Western cultures are different, the 'face' is always the same, right?

Especially when Alexander is on the side of the victors, this imbalance becomes even more apparent.

Looking at Zhu Jianlong's indifferent expressions, Alexander knew that what he thought was a 'gentleman' just now could be regarded as playing the piano to the cow.

(These hateful yellow-skinned monkeys, hmph, it's really shameless, then you can't blame me-)

Alexander William himself is not a good stubble, how many of those who can become mercenaries are good stubble?

What do you think mercenaries are?

A group of big philanthropists?

Oh, people with 'good intentions' are not suitable to be mercenaries, at least, not 'qualified' mercenaries.

Looking at the expressions of Zhu Jianlong and the others who were not afraid of death, and then looking at the daggers that exuded cold glow in their hands, a cold feeling arose, and a solemn aura actually spread, as if this place would become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in the next moment.

Although, there are only five people in Zhu Jianlong's team!

This is an inexplicable mental pressure, which is the feeling that the five members of Zhu Jianlong's squad brought to the ordinary soldiers around them.

In the face of death, they are still arrogant and strong, and their momentum is not weaker than others -- they are worthy of the soldiers of a great country!

Time seems to have become eternal at this moment, without the hustle and bustle of bullets and bullets, and without the chaos of insects and birds. In the sky of a round of red sun, five Chinese soldiers stood tall, holding cold blades in their hands, facing the muzzles of countless black holes around them.

As Alexander waved his right hand—

(To be continued.) )