"Why do you want to come back, it's because you can't bear to give up on me, you still think about me in your heart, can't you bear to leave me here alone?"

"Why do you want to save me, what would you know that we are likely to die here together!"

"Could it be...... You're just coming back to face death with me. In your heart, my sins can only be washed away with the blood of the two of us? ”

……

Holding his most beloved woman, one thought after another flashed in the heart of the warrior song, feeling the closest and most irreplaceable woman in his life, the beating heart, looking at her and closing her eyes, the wisp of smile mixed with pain and happiness on her face, a most rebellious flame of unwillingness, disobedience, and injustice instantly ignited the warrior song.

At their feet are foreign lands; Behind them, thousands of thugs with different weapons in their hands, their eyes glowing red, and already under the stimulus of blood and flames, they had forgotten their surnames; In front of them, on the right and to the right, the rioters fired bullets at them...... Zhan Xia Ge felt the warm liquid that had been stained on Yajie'er's hands, he straightened his waist with trembling all over his body, took a deep breath, and suddenly let out a wounded lone wolf-like howl at the group of thugs in front of him who were wide-eyed and didn't know what was going on!! ”

Holding Yajie'er, who weighed more than 100 pounds, was full of bullet magazines, grenades, and grenades, and under impossible circumstances, Zhan Xia Ge ran faster and faster. Sweat and blood spilled out of the air at high speed at the same time, and what was thrown out were bullet casings that bounced out of the chamber of the gun with cheers.

Bandits with automatic weapons in their hands, thugs with sticks and machetes flaunting their might in the streets, screaming in a world that thinks they are heaven, earth, and masters. Because they met a man who was really crazy, tougher than any bandit, really crazy, more violent than any thug! They saw a man with a woman in his hand, and he could carry an AK automatic rifle to strafe, shoot, and shoot three times wildly, as long as there was something alive that dared to stand in front of him, whether you were a fucking man, a dog, a chicken, a pig, a bullet, a rolling or trampling.

No one dared to stand in front of Zhan Xia Ge, and the armed thugs chasing behind Zhan Xia Ge shouted angrily with more than enough strength in their hearts, but they could only watch Zhan Xia Ge, holding the seriously injured but equally strong woman, disappearing from their sight.

"Doctor, doctor, ......" Zhan Xia Ge finally rushed into a hospital with Ya Jie'er in his arms, at this time Zhan Xia Ge was really murderous, standing in the hall of the hospital, regardless of three or seventy-one, raised his hand to the ceiling and shot one or two dozen bullets, and then stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, and howled wildly in English: "Fuck your sister, and there is no one who can jump out of breath and snort, if my woman dies here, you will wait to be buried with her!" ”

There were no doctors, no nurses, and the warrior song was greeted by more than two dozen armed armed with AK automatic rifles, and when they saw their coordinated movements, it was obvious that they were armed thugs with strict professional training.

No!

The eyes of the warrior song shrank to the size of a needle in an instant, they are soldiers, a group of soldiers who have experienced a hundred battles and cooperate closely with each other!

If you want to use the tactics of surprise attack to capture a city from inside and outside, then buildings or departments such as television stations, hospitals, power plants, radio stations, municipal axes, reservoirs, schools, police stations, etc., are the first military targets to attack or capture! At this point, the warrior song can clearly conclude that this premeditated large-scale riot in Ayadam City is a thorough, long-lasting military operation that has penetrated into every minute of the city!

"Fuck you!"

Zhan Xia Ge picked up the automatic rifle in his hand and shot at them, and the two armed soldiers who had just rushed to the hall only felt that it was dark in front of them, and they fell to the ground with the bullet holes that suddenly appeared in the center of their eyebrows. Immediately after that, the warrior singer threw out a few grenades, and in the sound of the explosion, the entire hospital hall and the long silhouette of those armed soldiers rushed out fell into a cloud of dust. Some of the rioters, who may have been injured in the exchange of fire with the political axe army and the police, and were preparing to receive medical treatment, screamed and fled in all directions, and for a moment there was a mess.

Taking advantage of this absolute chaos, Zhan Xia Ge reached out and picked up Yajie'er and ran wildly, withdrawing from the hospital that had become a battlefield.

I don't know how much time it took or how many miles I ran, even Zhan Xia Ge, an elite soldier with the most rigorous training and fang-level in the Fifth Special Force, felt that his lungs were tight and his limbs were throbbing, so Zhan Xia Ge finally took Ya Jie'er to find the second hospital.

In the second hospital, just look at a military vehicle parked at the entrance of the hospital, and look at two professional soldiers armed with AK automatic rifles, patrolling back and forth at the entrance of the hospital.

Zhan Xia Ge suddenly picked up the automatic rifle in his hand, ran past them with the butt of the gun, held a "Angry Lion" battle flag in his left hand, and smashed it down with a bloody machete in his right hand, and then picked up the "Angry Lion" battle flag.

After changing the magazines for the two automatic rifles, he took out a few high-explosive grenades from the Russian military factory from his pocket, carefully threw them into a flower pond full of various low tropical plants through the fence of the hospital, and twisted a few grenades open the safety cover and put them in the most accessible position at his hand. In the end, Zhan Xia Ge tore off a few strips of cloth from the unlucky ghost who was knocked out by him with the butt of his gun, and tied all the remaining bullet magazines around him in pairs, one positive and one backward.

After doing all the work, Zhan Xia Ge actually held Ya Jie'er firmly with his left hand, and held the "Angry Lion" battle flag with his right hand, striding towards the hospital, facing the scrutinizing eyes of the two sentries guarding the hospital door, Zhan Xia Ge, a soldier who had never shown weakness to the enemy on the battlefield, actually bent his waist in front of the two soldiers who were just pawns in front of the door, and the corners of his mouth were exaggerated upward, revealing a big, almost flattering smile. Then he shook the "Angry Lion" battle flag in his hand even harder.

It may be because this large-scale operation that concentrates riots and military raids is too wide-ranging, and there is no detailed and effective identity verification method in all aspects, it may be that the battle is too fierce and there are too many wounded who were sent to the hospital, or no one expected that in the world, there would be such a bold guy as Zhan Xia Ge who dared to drill directly into the enemy camp, and the two soldiers guarding the door actually nodded in the end, and showed a gesture to Zhan Xia Ge to signal him to pass.

When passing through the two guards, Zhan Xia Ge could clearly feel that Ya Jie'er, who was hiding in his arms, was trembling slightly, and the AK automatic rifle she was holding in her hand made a soft "click", which caused the two guards standing in front of the hospital to focus their suspicious eyes on Ya Jie'er and Zhan Xia Ge, two "comrades" with black hair and yellow skin, who were not the nationals of Florida at first glance.

Zhan Xia Ge immediately stopped, and when he turned his head, his face was raised again with that kind of flattering, tired of death, 100% of the disgusting smile that he learned from those devil translators in a certain anti-Japanese movie, until one of the guards raised his hand impatiently, and Zhan Xia Ge continued to move forward with Yajie'er.

"Hold me tight," the warrior song whispered to Yajie'er's ear, "I will protect you!" ”

Yajie'er really reached out and hugged Zhan Xia Ge's waist tightly, she put her ear on Zhan Xia Ge's chest, listening to Zhan Xia Ge's heartbeat, which was still as smooth as a pendulum in this situation, and sniffed the smell of sweat, blood and gunpowder smoke on Zhan Xia Ge's body, Ya Jie'er lost her mind for a moment, and she couldn't help but whisper: "Why bother? ”

yes, why bother?

Warrior Song, this is gambling on life!

is really heartfelt, really cares too much about his most beloved woman, Zhan Xia Ge actually heard Ya Jie'er's almost whispering voice, Zhan Xia Ge laughed, he laughed calmly, laughed wildly, he said in a deep voice: "I know that there are tigers in the mountains, and I prefer to go to the tiger mountains!" ”

With a body of arrogance, with a body of iron bones, with a body of fierce murderous aura, with a body of anxiety and tenderness, the war hero song is with such a collection of the most contradictory feelings and momentum, striding into this hospital full of terrorists, murderous thugs everywhere, and crazy beasts everywhere.

Standing in the lobby of the hospital again, Zhan Xia Ge frowned, looking at the doctors and nurses who came and went, under the threat of some armed bandits, and then looked at the wounded soldiers who formed a long line, representing the war still going on. He suddenly raised the AK automatic rifle in his hand and fired another string of bullets at the ceiling.

"Da Da Da ......"

Whether it was the well-trained rebels who didn't know which horn to drill out of, or those thugs who only had wooden sticks and machetes in their hands, they fell down anyway, and looking at the entire reception hall, only the warrior song holding Yajie'er in his left hand and still billowing green smoke AK47 automatic rifle with a muzzle in his right hand could still stand proudly there. And Yajie'er, who was lying in the arms of the warrior song, immediately raised the "angry lion" battle flag in her hand smartly.

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Zhan Xia Ge strode to a trolley ambulance that had just been pushed into the hall, stretched out his big hand, and pulled a wounded soldier whose right leg was broken by a bullet to the ground, and then put Yajie'er on it with the most gentle movements.

The butt of the gun of the warrior song turned, and the butt of the rifle smashed into a rebel who got up with wide eyes, stretched out his finger and pointed at the warrior song and opened his mouth, just wanting to say something or curse something. This rebel, who is also carrying a weapon on his back, where did he think that such a "own person" who can be guarded by hospital sentries would be so vicious and ruthless? He only heard a crisp "click" sound on his towering nose, and in a burst of sour, numb, painful and astringent, all kinds of strange tastes, he stared at a pair of big innocent eyes, and stared at the war hero song blankly, until his whole person, like a soaked soft noodle, fell to the ground, this poor child, did not close his eyes.

Seeing that another unconvinced thorn got up from the ground, Zhan Xia Ge picked up the AK47 rifle in his hand that was full of firepower and close to suppression, cheap and easy to maintain, and was quite easy to fight. It wasn't until the unlucky ghost was beaten by him that he could only lie on the ground and let out a helpless moan, and the warrior song was still angry, and he raised his leather boots that kicked the dead man and stepped on this guy a few times.

No matter what country it is, whether it is in a professional army, or in a mercenary, or in the camp of terrorists, the strong are respected. In the face of such an outrageous character as Zhan Xia Ge, how could he be a small leader of terrorists, everyone looked at each other, and finally acquiesced to this bad behavior of Zhan Xia Ge.

All the beds in the hospital were crammed, even the aisles were filled with makeshift beds made of tables, and Ya Jie'er lay on the trolley. In the face of the warrior song who is more terrifying than the terrorists, and in the face of the AK automatic rifle in the warrior singer who has just opened a dozen small holes in the ceiling and may have chiseled a few springs in his body, how dare the doctor tell the warrior song that in just one and a half hours, the stock in the hospital's blood bank is almost exhausted?

The few remaining plasma were called out, and Zhan Xia Ge pulled out the blood-stained dagger on his body, and he didn't know that he had slaughtered a few thugs with him, and stabbed it hard at the wall. Quan Dang installed a fixed infusion support frame, and then he opened his eyes wide as he looked at the doctor and began to prepare for the blood transfusion for Yajieer. Another nurse also pushed a trolley full of medical equipment, apparently preparing to retreat the wound on her back for Yajieer.

Just when everything was in orbit and a smile finally appeared on the face of the warrior song, a wounded soldier who had just been taken to the hospital suddenly pointed at the warrior song and let out a hysterical scream.

(To be continued)