"Everyone is almost dead...... the figure in the shadows, now with a thick desert camouflage on his face, smiled in a corner of the wall in the smoke and dust, "It's better to die in battle like this than to go back and live like waste." ”

A sturdy man beside him bowed his head and whispered, "We don't want to live like waste, that's why we beg you to follow you here." We're not afraid of death, we just want to prove that we're not waste! ”

Hearing this, the figure turned his head and smiled, "No! You never were. It's just that old men, I think you're an eyesore. They never cared what the front-line robes had gone through. They will only look at the success or failure on the schedule. ”

"We looked like we'd been fighting a lot. But in fact, those old men in the family have never set foot on the real battlefield at all. They just learned from the boring documents in their own office how many robes we had died and how many brothers we had wounded......"

It's frustrating, but it's also true. The old men in the building, if it weren't for the fear of public opinion, they wouldn't have cared about how many people died. They only look at success or failure, regardless of casualties.

In some ways, the RED team is actually treated worse than the average soldier. If the mission is successful, the robes that died in battle will have a chance to be buried in Arlington Cemetery, the cemetery that belongs to the RED team.

They will be remembered, and those new members will be specially brought to remember and commemorate those who died in battle. But if the mission fails, even many corpses will not be found. So, who will remember?! The answer is: no.

They won't even disclose the news of their sacrifice, and the whole person just evaporated and disappeared. Except for their comrades-in-arms, no one will remember them. And those comrades-in-arms are also likely to be removed from the team because of the failure of the mission.

For a few years, it will be difficult for them to find a job again. Years of training have made their thinking almost solidified, and they themselves have become unsuitable for society. And the people of the company and the investigation bureau cannot let these people who are more dangerous than the red danger mark move freely like this.

So, being monitored is a matter of course. Still, it's all pretty good. Even more tragic than these is that they could not have been treated better for retirement. Losers, the old men of the building will not add up. Their retirement benefits were not canceled, and those old men already felt that they were merciful.

I already miss the love of the robe. However, in the absence of better treatment, they are still being monitored in various ways. The living conditions of these team members who were forced to leave active duty can be imagined. If it weren't for this one who found them and brought them back.

So, how many of these people will commit suicide or go to darkness because they can't accept such an outcome. None of this is known.

"Those people...... We're all dead, and our squad is less than ten. You're included. The man opposite the camouflage man whispered, "We can still protect you now and withdraw from the battlefield." ”

The man with camouflage on his face showed a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Do you think I will be the one who abandons the robe and runs away by himself?!" ”

"Nope! You should evacuate, this battle shouldn't have dragged you into the water! The man opposite the camouflage man said in a low but resolute voice: "Only if you are alive, will you guarantee that you will suffer the same as us." To be able to have someone to believe in! ”

But when he saw the man, he smiled bitterly and whispered: "Actually, how do the old men of the building treat our retired robes." Do you think we don't know?! Yes, we all know ......"

"But it's also because of your presence that we have the confidence to stay. You know? Actually, the people in the building. Except for those who are in charge, in fact, everyone who knows you only trusts you. ”

The man said with emotion: "If you are gone, I believe that the only mutual trust between the entire team and the building will disappear." We...... In fact, I can't find anyone to trust. Our former robes did not die on the battlefield. But they were forced to die by their own people, too many, too many......"

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble!! ......" The camouflage man looked up, and the last C4 and the mine they had planted had exploded. This shows that the opposing party's support forces have stepped into the inner circle. Time is running out for them......

But when he saw the camouflage man, he lowered his head and shouted in a deep voice: "Rush with me one last time!" We're going to at least get rid of that damn cook, he's at the heart of it all. We can fight to the death, but not because of defeat! ”

"Everyone, follow me! Kill!! With a low shout, this man had already rushed out first. The gunfire on the position "bang, bang, bang......" continued to explode, and the red team deserved to be the red team.

The tacit understanding between them has almost reached the level of seamless link. One person jumped up in a surprise attack, and the others shot to cover and suppress. After the man hit the ground, a second man jumped up and swooped. Others again took cover at gunpoint.

During the whole process, they didn't even need to communicate or show anything. Even firing at them alternately, even if someone changes the magazine, the entire coverage of the fire will not stop. Even the forward assault will not stop.

"Fack! These madmen, they're going to fight to the death! The hound howled bitterly in the earphones, and Hou Dasheng shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "They didn't plan to live, and they won't end well if they go back." ”

As he spoke, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I don't lose a loss if I can drag a legendary veteran to die together." ”

"Crocodile! Alligator! You damn it! Hurry up!! The hound's terrible roar sounded again, because in the short minute that the opponent's assault was launched, the jackals of less than ten people in the garrison were now left with him and Hou Dasheng.

The hound was shot in the abdomen and hit the bulletproof insert. Hounds know that this kind of good luck doesn't happen every time. He can die in battle, but he can't let Hou Dasheng die. Therefore, he chose to rush out without fear of death!

"Bang bang bang ......" A burst of gunfire rang out, and the hound stared at several figures with guns in disbelief and just lay down.

It was also at this time that a crocodile's voice sounded in his headphones: "I can't rush, the crow has passed!" ”

"Crows?!" Hou Dasheng frowned and asked in a low voice, and the crocodile's voice sounded in the headphones again: "This time I added it, and the black group is not manpowered." He was specifically referred to him. By the way, just like you, he is Chinese! ”