As the sun sets, blood stares at the battlefield.

The squad leader's troops were almost completely wiped out, and the militants were almost killed by them.

What kind of battle is this......

On the mountain, the shepherd maniac held the corpse of the squad leader, staring blankly at the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood in front of him, tears flowing out of his eyes, and two white marks were washed on his bloodstained face.

The battle was completely lost, and the squad leader's troops were once again completely annihilated, and even the squad leader died......

Only eight of the brothers were born, and all of them were seriously injured, struggling in the pile of corpses.

The damage from the sound weapon had finally passed, but the hundreds of people who had come out of them were almost dead.

Why is this happening? Why is this happening?!

The shepherds were about to collapse, and even the enemies who saw the remnants of the struggle became indifferent.

There were still twenty or so still alive in the enemy, and they were also exhausted, staring at the shepherd maniac holding the corpse, and groped for the gun beside him with his right hand, to kill the god of war who had inflicted countless casualties on them.

The shepherds just stared at each other, still motionless.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, but his right chest was pierced by a knife, his left leg was hit by a bullet, and his muscles were blown and rolled hideously.

The enemy pulled out a rifle from the blood and slowly aimed it at the madman.

But at this moment, his feet were grabbed, and he immediately turned his head to see a pair of burning eyes.

"Smack!"

A crisp shot rang out, and the militant was shot in the head by someone behind him, and he fell heavily in blood.

Xiao Zhan slowly stood up with great effort, turned diagonally as if he couldn't control it, and pulled the trigger on the militants who were still alive.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ……”

"Uh-"

Kong Dasheng crawled out from below, and with a painful sound, he crawled towards one of the militants, strangled the opponent's neck, and the saber in his right hand pierced his eye socket.

"Whew!"

The eyeball shattered, and blood spurted out.

Du Lianhuo also climbed up, little by little, centimeter by centimeter.

"Hoo ......"

Xiao Zhan exhaled heavily, walked crookedly to the madman, and stared at the corpse of the squad leader who had been dead for a long time.

No one spoke, and all fell into a dead silence.

The helicopter buzzed and the reinforcements arrived, and when they came here and saw such a battlefield, they almost vomited.

The battle came so suddenly, contact was lost from the beginning, and by the time the support units felt something was wrong and rushed to help, the battle was over.

In the shortest possible time, when the enemy is outnumbered, all the enemies will be annihilated.

But what about the squad leader's troops? Nearly all of them were wiped out, and the enemy they were fighting was not the Golden-winged Roc at all.

The Golden-winged Dapeng just set up a sound weapon, and used the imperceptible noise to put the squad leader's troops in a desperate situation.

"Xiao Zhan, there is still a living mouth." Durenjo made a sound.

He grabbed an armed man and dragged the other party towards Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan turned his head, walked over crookedly with the gun that had no bullets, and smashed it into the militant's head.

"Smack!"

Blood splattered.

"Stop! Stop it! ”

"Don't kill alive!"

“……”

The fighters who came to the rescue shouted.

It is very important to have a living port, and this living port is different from other militants in terms of the weapons it is equipped with.

Xiao Zhan's raised pistol stopped at the sound of stopping, turned his head to glance at the rescuers, and danced again.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ……”

The head of a living person was directly smashed by him, and the brains that burst out were scattered all over his face.

"You-"

The rescue warrior was stunned, he saw Xiao Zhan's eyes, and he swallowed what he wanted to say, because he found that he was facing a dehumanized killing machine, and it had locked him.

"Hoo ......"

Xiao Zhan let out a long breath again, his body was crooked, and he lay down heavily in the pile of corpses and passed out.

……

The battle was a failure, not because it was not prepared enough, but because it did not expect to face this sensory weapon.

If there is someone who stands up and takes the blame, the squad leader will definitely not be able to escape.

But the squad leader died, and when the sound weapon began to attack, he was sniped by the sniper of the Golden-winged Dapeng with one shot.

Xiao Zhan felt that it was a good thing that the squad leader died early, and if he died in the end, no one knew what kind of pain he would have to become.

The post-war affairs of the troops were handled by a special working group sent by the superiors, and Xiao Zhan did not know, and he did not want to know, although he had regained his first personality, all the scenes on the battlefield were retained.

People are constantly dying, their own people, their enemies...... In the end, there are only a few left.

Is it not enough combat effectiveness? Was it a complete error in command?

No one is going to judge this battle, because there is no way to judge.

The fact that the strongest unit was crippled twice in 10 years is not only a matter of command error, let alone combat effectiveness.

In the ward full of the smell of disinfectant water, Xiao Zhan closed his eyes, and after the last nurse who checked the bed left, he reached out to pull out the oxygen, got up and limped out of the hospital with his shoes on, and walked into the depths of the night.

Early the next morning, the hospital found that Xiao Zhan had disappeared and immediately searched everywhere.

This is a seriously wounded person under their special care, and the superiors have to come to check on the wounded person.

But Xiao Zhan disappeared without saying a word.

And just as the hospital was looking for Xiao Zhan, a heart-rending howl came from an uninhabited hilltop on the outskirts of the city.

The first day of Xiao Zhan's disappearance.

"Where are the people? Did you find it? ”

"Not yet, but we've ......"

"Shut up if you don't find it! Let me tell you, this soldier must not have an accident, otherwise he will wait for a change of job and get out! ”

“……”

The day after Xiao Zhan's disappearance.

"What about people?! Isn't there any news at all? ”

"The force has expanded its scope ......"

"What I want is not the process, but the result, the result!!"

“……”

The third day of Xiao Zhan's disappearance.

Everyone went crazy, because Xiao Zhan is not an ordinary person now, not to mention who his parents are, just the identity of surviving this battle is not an ordinary person.

This is not a warrior who fights for his father, this is a man who was once the Führer, and it is an existence that can carry out bloody revenge regardless of anything.

His disappearance is certainly not dead; His disappearance must be brewing a storm.

"Chief, we really can't find any trace of him, because he hasn't left a trace of him."

"We checked all the surveillance on the street, but there was no footage of Xiao Zhan."

"We did a census of the masses, and no one has seen him."

“……”

The troops were helpless, they used all kinds of means, and they didn't know where Xiao Zhan was, because the opponent's anti-reconnaissance ability was too strong and too strong.

When the news reached Xiao Yuanchao, he had no choice, because if his son didn't want people to find him, there was a way.

Xiao Zhan wants to set off a storm.

……

(End of chapter)