The guards reported their mortal intentions, and burst out with unprecedented combat effectiveness, bullets continued to be fired, and the surrounding militants continued to fall.

But this can't stop them in the slightest, I saw that these people all didn't want to die, charging with bullets, it can be said without hesitation that these people are the most qualified soldiers, with a mortal heart, the only difference is strict and systematic training.

"Take the young master first." The middle-aged leader of the guards let out a loud shout, and then rushed out of the hiding place, attracting enemy firepower and buying time for the young master to leave.

"Young master, let's go quickly, otherwise we won't be able to leave in a while." The rest of the guards fought back again and again, persuading the young master over and over again.

"No, Young Master Ben said, even if I die, I will die with you, I can't go." This young master really looked down on life and death, and refused without hesitation.

For people like them, who have been on the verge of life and death all year round, it seems that life and death have long been put aside. "The crockpot will not be broken from Inoue, and the general will inevitably die in battle!" Since I ate this mouthful of food, I didn't think that there would be a good death in the future.

Dying on the battlefield is the best destination for a soldier.

Although they are not pure soldiers, they are just private armies, but since they put on this dress, they have treated themselves as soldiers, and they just dedicated their loyalty to the country to their masters.

This young master is the same, his background is destined to be impossible to be ordinary for a lifetime, from the time he was born, he was branded as a militant, so he has long been downset about life and death.

"Brothers, there are no superiors and subordinates here today, only comrades-in-arms, let's work together to kill these sons of bitches." The young master roared loudly, then picked up the gun and began to shoot, the accurate marksmanship was not missing, and every time the gun sounded, it would take away a person's life.

This is the Grim Reaper on the battlefield, the Grim Reaper who harvests life, and at this moment, life seems so cheap.

When the middle-aged man saw that the young master was not leaving, he had no choice but to desperately kill a few more people to reduce the pressure on the young master.

"Boom!" A grenade flew into the crowd of militants, taking the lives of four or five people, and the stump was blown up into the sky, and a blood mist scattered down.

The blood mist drifted down, as if there was a rain of blood in the sky, terrifying, weird, under the reflection of the remnant sun, as if a blood-colored glow poured down.

But at this time, no one paid attention to this, the eyes of both sides were red, and only the enemy in front of them was left between heaven and earth, and nothing else existed, only to kill the enemy.

"Da-da-da-da." More than a dozen guns fired together, and the two people on the young master's side couldn't dodge in time, so they hung up on the spot.

"Brother!" The middle-aged man let out a sad cry, and his body, which was lying on the ground, stood up suddenly.

"Bastards, give Lao Tzu his life." Picking up his rifle, slashing the trigger to the end, he shot wildly, at this time he had lost his mind, knowing that this was dangerous, but seeing his brother die in front of him, he couldn't suppress his anger.

The bullets rained down on the opposite side of the crowd.

"Ugh!" A guy who rushed to the front had his stomach swept away, his intestines flowed to the ground, and he fell directly to the ground without breathing.

"Ah, my legs, help me!" This is the voice of another person, the 7.62 caliber bullet of AK47, hit his leg, from the thigh, directly out of his body.

He was running and shooting, a stumbling and fell to the ground, at this time he found that one leg was gone, the pain instantly felt the brain, he hugged the broken leg and cried out heartbreakingly.

But no one paid attention to him, everyone was fighting, and these people were not like the regular army, all of them were brothers in life and death, they only embarked on this road for profit, or to be able to have something to eat.

The feelings between each other are very weak, and some of them are directly competitive, and I wish I would die early.

"Brother, you are like this, there is no point in living, or let me help you get rid of it." Then a man beside him spoke.

"No, big brother, please, save me, I'll give you all my savings." The wounded man hugged his leg and pleaded bitterly.

"No need, if you die, I can get everything you have." The other said coldly, shooting without hesitation and sending him on his way.

Where is the balance between life and death, human nature, friendship, and the three, we dare not ask for extravagance, and we hope that everyone can do these three points, but we hope to find a balance in it.

Let people not be so indifferent to life, not to be ruthless and unjust, at least human nature must be there, and not to make death meaningless.

There is no mercy on the battlefield, only the enemy and one's own people, but can one's own people really be fully trusted? Can I give them my back?

The middle-aged man fired for a while, temporarily suppressing the opponent's firepower, but in a few seconds, his magazine was empty.

The middle-aged man's strength is good, it is obvious that he quickly unloaded the empty magazine, pulled out the spare magazine from his waist, and his body moved irregularly on one side, and replaced it on the other, which was very fast.

In a few seconds, the new magazine was replaced, and he immediately raised his gun and prepared to shoot, at this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and his moving body suddenly stopped.

Looking down at his chest, the three blood holes were constantly bubbling with blood, and the hideous wounds were like open mouths.

It's just that this mouth is not devouring things, but shedding the price of life outside.

The middle-aged man couldn't believe it, he had been moving irregularly, stepping on the bullet avoidance step, how could he be shot, with confusion, he closed his eyes unwillingly and stopped breathing.

Knowing that the moment before he died, his mind was still thinking that when he was once locked by snipers, with this irregular movement, he had escaped with this irregular movement, how could he have fallen into the hands of these bastards today?

It was also that he was carried away by anger, although the dodge step can dodge the bullet, but that is not absolute, and this is a chaotic battle, dozens or hundreds of guns are fired at the same time, how much effect can the dodge step play.

It's just a stray bullet flying around, it's a very deadly existence, not to mention that he only learned the surface of this bullet dodging step, and the master who once taught him is not a top master.

And the sniper he thinks he has dodged is probably the most faceted existence among snipers!

The middle-aged man died like this, with unwillingness and doubts, he closed his eyes, and after the lack of such a master, the resistance of the young master and others became even more difficult.

Although the strength of these people is good, they are still worse than middle-aged people, only this young master is not bad, even a little stronger than middle-aged people, it seems that they should have reached the level of ordinary special forces.

However, he could only change the process, and the solution seemed to be predestined.

"Bang!" A bullet flew towards the young master, and seeing that the young master couldn't dodge, he was about to die at gunpoint.

One of the guards next to him flew and knocked him down, and the young master was safe, but the guards were pierced by bullets.

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