The mercenary captain's eyes widened, and he asked cautiously, "What do you think you can do to eliminate four enemies armed with automatic weapons at the same time?" ”

Zhan Xia Ge picked up a piece of shrapnel that was a foot long and half a foot wide from the ice ditch, and said coldly: "When you fire a grenade and the group of so-called 'elites' who have never really been on the battlefield are in a mess, I will rush out and throw a bomb first, killing the terrorist who is holding an AK47 automatic rifle and may pose a deadly threat to me, and then I will use this shrapnel to kill the grenadier who rushed to the front and is still carrying a steel ball grenade on his back, and get enough equipment from him." ”

The mercenary captain looked the warrior song up and down, left and right, until he saw the warrior song in his heart, and then he asked suspiciously: "You still have a bomb on you?" ”

The warrior singer stretched out, and a bomb with a one-meter-long detonating line slowly emerged from the sleeve of the military uniform, and he said casually: "This is my 'glorious bomb', now I will ask them to honor me!" I'm not a religious fanatic, who wants to rush to death if I don't die?! ”

Looking at the "glorious bullet" in his hand, the mercenary captain couldn't help but gasp, and after a long time, he covered his head and moaned weakly: "My God, I heard that some of you [***] have a tradition of leaving the last bullet or the last grenade for yourself on the battlefield. But is it possible to use this explosive as a 'glorious bomb'?! You make it clear that even if you die, you will bring a large group of people to accompany you to the end! ”

Zhan Xia Ge said loudly: "This is called death and death is vigorous, and death makes them stunned!" I can't leave my corpse to them and give them a chance to whip their corpses, can I? ”

The mercenary captain covered his head and sighed: "I'm convinced!" I really dare to swear in my mother's name now that I will never think of running to you Chinese territory again in my life to eat mixed food, and you have made it clear that every Chinese [***] person can be transformed into a self-explosive soldier among terrorists at any time! I heard that you Chinese still like to pay attention to a 'face' issue the most, if you really provoke you, get ruthless, and send a small army composed of perverts like you to hunt down and kill all over the world, no one will have money and no life to spend?! ”

Zhan Xia Ge nodded lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Join forces to kill this group of enemies, and then I will return to my own position, and you will find a way to escape from this battlefield by yourself!" If you want to avenge your teammates, let's fight it out when you've solved the enemy in front of you! ”

The mercenary captain's eyes lit up, and he looked directly at the warrior song, shouting: "We are mercenary mercenaries, and they all die in the battlefield duel with dignity, and we will not have any complaints, let alone any revenge!" After destroying those miscellaneous fish, I will immediately withdraw from the battlefield, you have an old saying in China, called a gentleman's words......"

"Whip the horse!"

Zhan Xia Ge stretched out his hand and slapped the mercenary captain's big hand in the air, and the two of them felt the explosive power contained in each other's bodies. At this time, a soldier of China's Fifth Special Force, a world-class mercenary army commander, faced strong pressure, finally put aside his prejudices in the shortest possible time and established an offensive and defensive alliance.

The mercenary captain stood up suddenly, and the eyes of the fourteen terrorists on the opposite side widened, and before he could figure out what was going on, the Amsco MGL 400mm grenade launcher in the mercenary captain's hand suddenly let out a roar, and a large cloud of gunpowder smoke rose from between the three "East Turkistan" terrorists who moved forward in a zigzag formation.

Before a group of terrorists could wake up from the sudden blow, they suddenly saw the [***] man who had just fought with the mercenary captain jump up violently, and with a wave of his hand, a long, flattened, black, heavy little piece of metal was striking, turning a beautiful little arc in the air, jumping towards them.

"Pop ......"

The black piece of metal fell in front of several terrorists, and they all straightened their necks together, looking curiously at this little gadget lying quietly on the ground, and a small lamp was there on, flashing, flash ”

"Boom!"

Even the earth trembled violently, and a cloud of gunpowder smoke mixed with the flesh and blood of the two terrorists rolled until it rose fourteen or fifteen meters high before it drifted away with the strong northwest wind. The power of this small piece of black sokin explosives is no less than the bomb that was dropped by [***] just now, in the smoke of gunpowder, Zhan Xia Ge held his hands and shot out like lightning, and the terrorist who walked in the front was covered with grenades and explosives before he could figure out what was going on, a piece of shrapnel more than a foot long and half a foot wide, stabbed into his neck, and Zhan Xia Ge pulled it with all his might, and cut the major artery in the neck of this terrorist together with the trachea.

Blazing blood spurted out of the terrorist's neck at a terrible rate of 83.5 milliliters per second, and he reached out in vain to cover his wounds, but could he do it? He opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout something, but his trachea had been severed by Zhan Xia Ge, and his lung lobes kept fanning, but in addition to being able to squeeze out a few "Huo Huo" sounds from the cut trachea, what could he shout again?!

The blazing blood splattered Zhan Xia Ge's face, Zhan Xia Ge's eyes widened with all his might, and he endured the stinging pain caused by the blood rushing into his eyes, and pulled the bloody shrapnel in his hand, but the shrapnel was subconsciously dragged by the terrorists whose major arteries were severed. The warrior Ge twisted his backhand, and the shrapnel with a large amount of blood splashed and spun out a bowl-sized blood hole in the terrorist's neck, mixed with the terrorist's two twisted fingers, which were sprinkled together.

Before he could pull his pistol from the terrorist, he suddenly heard a frightened scream less than fifteen meters to his left, followed by the characteristic explosion of an AK47 rifle. Warrior Song grabbed the terrorist in front of him who had almost been beheaded by him, and more than a dozen gorgeous blood flowers suddenly splashed from the terrorist who had no hope of survival.

The AK47 bullet, which is known for its strong suppressive power at close range, pierced the terrorist's body, and Zhan Xia Ge only felt a pain in his chest as if he had been punched with a fist, and God knows how many bullets he was hit by at one time! Zhan Xia Ge's eyes widened, and he pushed the corpse in front of him, which had been beaten to pieces, and rushed forward.

AK47 rifle aimed at him and kept shooting, the corpse in front of him kept shattering and constantly exploding a cloud of blood, suddenly the corpse made a "pop" sound, the head that hung softly on the neck was broken alive by a few rifle bullets, the red and white sticky and greasy liquid splashed everywhere, just hit by the bullet in the chest body armor, involuntarily opened his mouth wide to inhale the warrior song, only to feel a strange sweet smell from his mouth, his tongue involuntarily rolled, Feeling a slippery, wet gentle touch, God knows what flew into his mouth.

There was an uncontrollable tumbling in the stomach of Zhan Xia Ge, but in this case, as long as he vomited, he would definitely die!

Warrior Song suddenly let out a wolf-like howl, and swallowed the piece that had splashed into his mouth, along with the gastric juice that had rushed to his throat, back into his stomach! At the same time, he grabbed the shrapnel in his hand and stabbed the body in front of him with all his might, which had been swept into tatters by an AK47 rifle.

"Whoa......

The ribs in the chest of the corpse were almost broken by bullets, and Zhan Xia Ge, who was holding shrapnel tightly, actually punched him in the chest! The terrorist, who had just emptied the thirty rounds in the magazine and was scrambling to change the magazine, suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the shrapnel that Zhan Xia Ge stabbed into his chest through a corpse in disbelief.

Zhan Xia Ge's hand grabbed the shrapnel and twisted it fiercely, he could clearly hear the terrible sound of the shrapnel grinding against the ribs in the chest of the terrorist carrying the AK47 rifle, and he could clearly feel the stinging pain of the broken ribs in his arm after he passed through the chest of the corpse in front of him.

Zhan Xia Ge twisted the shrapnel in his hand with all his might, and in the opponent's body, he tried to expand the wound.

"Brush ......"

A bayonet suddenly passed through the corpse in front of him, rubbing the ears of the warrior singer obliquely and provoking it, it turned out to be the terrorist with the AK47 rifle in his hand, took out the bayonet on the rifle, and stabbed it back! Zhan Xia Ge stretched out his left hand and grabbed the barrel of the AK rifle that was still hot and stained with blood, and his right hand let go of the shrapnel that had been deeply embedded in the enemy's body and retracted it, and quickly removed the bayonet on the AK47 rifle, and then he stared at the round eyes, grabbed the bayonet, and stabbed the corpse that had already been stabbed and smashed by them!

Just as the bayonet was once again in the terrorist's body, Warrior Song raised his head and hissed wildly, "You fucking fire it!" ”

At the same time, tears sprayed out uncontrollably from Zhan Xia Ge's eyes, which had already been splashed with blood and brains, and stinging, Zhan Xia Ge really didn't know that he would still be on the battlefield...... Tears again!

Several terrorists who had been completely stunned in the face of this tragic and bloody battle beyond the scope of human beings finally woke up from a dream and raised their rifles in their hands, but before they could pull the trigger, a large cloud of gunpowder smoke and shrapnel mixed with the hot smell of metal suddenly exploded in front of them.

The mercenary captain held the grenade launcher and hissed and roared: "Chinese boy, what the fuck are you stupid, hurry up and grab the gun!" If you want to vomit and cry, you have to wait until you kill these paparazzi first! ”

Three grenades were fired, and the mercenary captain picked up the Stinger man-guided "surface-to-surface missile" modified by the Battle Hero Song, and despite the pull of the trigger, another terrorist fell in a pool of blood. However, the bloody battle that took place on their local battlefield had already attracted the attention of other terrorists, and a machine gunner turned the squad light machine gun in his hand, and a series of bullets hit the ice ditch, and the mercenary captain lay on the ground in the ice ditch, at this time he was really unarmed, he straightened his neck and roared: "Chinese boy, gun!" ”

"Smack!"

A blood-stained AK47 was thrown into the ice ditch by force, and the mercenary captain crawled over with both hands and feet, picked up the AK rifle and jumped up to shoot at the light machine gun, but he immediately returned to the ice ditch with a more embarrassed movement, he stretched his neck and shouted angrily: "Damn, if I want a gun, you just give me an empty gun and give me bullets!" ”

The warrior singer stretched out, and then through the corpse in front of him, and dragged a row of magazines from the second corpse that he stabbed a piece of shrapnel and stabbed him hard, and when he put them back on, the magazine was stuck in the chest cavity of the corpse.

"Whoa......

The body that was strafed by thirty AK rifle bullets, and was repeatedly pierced by Zhan Xia Ge with his fists, and was stabbed back and forth with a bayonet finally collapsed completely, and with Zhan Xia Ge's kick with all his strength, the whole body whose head had been shattered was actually kicked off by the waist, and Zhan Xia Ge grabbed the bullet bag with a broken rib stuck on it, and threw it into the ice ditch regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one.

"Wow......"

Lying on the ground and vomiting desperately, it turned out to be the religious fanatic and self-bomber who stood at the back of the line, who had long sworn to die for the "holy war", and whose body was covered in explosives, who should have rushed up and died with the warrior song. In the face of a monster like Zhan Xia Ge, whose whole body was covered in blood, and was covered with human flesh and bullet guts, his whole body was trembling, and he vomited while screaming: "He's the devil, he's the devil, he's the devil!" ”

The "jihad" religious fanatic tried to escape, but it was only then that he realized that his legs had no strength at all!

He was already scared and weak! He shook off the pistol in his hand, grabbed the snow in front of him in vain, and moved his body forward little by little, he just wanted to stay away from this murderous demon king now, he just wanted to stay away from this Shura demon king who was just in a pile of flesh and blood that had just been picked up by him without a little human form!

The sound of AK rifle firing sounded in the ice ditch, and the sound of light machine gun fire quickly disappeared, and the mercenary captain jumped out of the ice ditch with the AK47 automatic rifle that the warrior song had pulled out of the corpse's chest, and two bloody magazines inserted in his belt. With a slight lift of his wrist, two shells shot out of his automatic rifle, and the stunned, stunned, frightened religious fanatic, stared at him and fell to the ground headlong with wide eyes. In fact, this may be a better ending for him, which is better than spending his life in fear after being scared crazy, and spending his life in fear.

In fact, a self-explosive soldier who is ready to sacrifice himself for religion and bind explosives to his whole body for the sake of "jihad" and die with the enemy is so timid, which shows that he cannot be regarded as a pure "jihad" elite!

From the pile of blood and flesh in front of him, Zhan Xia Ge picked up six or seven grenades covered with steel balls with amazing lethality, and hung them on his body one by one with a mechanical and indifferent movement, and then he picked out a pistol and two magazines from the pile of blood and flesh.

The mercenary captain picked up another AK47 rifle from the messy battlefield, stuffed it into Zhan Xia Ge's hand along with a few magazines, and saw that his M9 multi-functional saber and Zhan Xia Ge's Huya fighting saber were lying not far away, he ran over again, picked up the two sabers and his M11 self-defense pistol, and threw the Huya saber back to Zhan Xia Ge.

Seeing that Zhan Xia Ge was still squatting between the pile of blood and flesh, the mercenary captain suddenly reached out and slapped Zhan Xia Ge on the shoulder.

"A rookie is a rookie," the mercenary captain snorted coldly: "On the battlefield, either you die or I die, only those who survive are the real winners." I haven't seen a winner yet, and I would shed silly tears at the corpse of the loser! If you have the time, you might as well keep your eyes open and look around to see if there are any bullets that will shoot at you! ”

"I know that the battlefield is cruel, and I know that soldiers who want to survive on the battlefield have to kill people, and they keep killing enemies who will shoot at themselves!" Zhan Xia Song said in a low voice: "But after all, we are human beings, not ...... Beast! I tried my best to kill people in order to see my beloved woman and my father again, but these people I killed, they should also have their own beloved women and their own families! ”

"And what about your comrades-in-arms, do they have their own families, do they have their own beloved women?" The mercenary captain pointed to the small hill defended by the Chinese troops a few hundred meters away, and his faint and cold voice seemed to hit the ground first, and then refracted into the ears of the war song: "I have long learned one thing from the battlefield, mercy is such a thing, only powerful politicians are qualified to use it, whitewash their cruelty and ruthlessness." If a soldier has such a thing, then get out of the battlefield as soon as possible, because a soldier who cannot face death with the most calm attitude, or even begins to be merciful to the enemy, will not only kill himself, but also drag down his comrades! ”

"Please pay attention to one thing," the mercenary captain said in an accentuated tone, and shouted in the ears of the warrior song, "now that your army is surrounded by an enemy ten times your size, you lack bullets and first-aid medicine, and with the limited support of your air force, you will not be able to support the arrival of reinforcements!" Now that you are at an absolute disadvantage, what qualifications do you have to show your mercy and hypocrisy as a strong person in front of a corpse?! At that time, you might as well keep your eyes open and see clearly the scene of your comrades after firing the last bullet and straining the last bit of strength, and then they are swarmed by thousands of terrorists and dismembered by knives! ”

Zhan Xia Ge turned his head, his eyes widened, more than a thousand terrorists who had just been bombed by the six Chinese air force planes had barely gathered together under the leadership of some leaders and Afghan guerrillas, and in front of more than twenty light machine guns, machine gunners and ammunition men were also reassigned. Even if these new machine gunners were all rookies who only knew how to pull the trigger with their eyes closed, the firepower network formed by these 20 or so light machine guns was a terrible force that could not be underestimated for the Chinese troops who lacked the necessary cover.

"I think your comrades-in-arms should be the time when you need your strength and your support the most!" The mercenary captain stretched out his hand and pressed the head of the warrior song, and said gently: "Go, no matter what, I hope that you, the little friend who has given me too many surprises, can get out of this war alive!" To paraphrase what you said to me at the beginning, you are fighting for your life for your brothers who are eating in the same pot, for the dignity of China's 3 million soldiers, and for China's 140,000 brothers and sisters! For their sake, you can't be intimidated by an enemy you destroy with your own hands! ”

took out a flat Russian silver flask from his arms, and the mercenary captain twisted the lid of the jug and brought it to the front of the warrior song, saying: "This is pure Russian vodka, not a good wine, but it is strong and flavorful, it is a real man's wine!" Would you like to have a bite?! ”

The mellow aroma with a hint of violence echoed in front of the nose of the warrior song, and the warrior song suddenly reached out and grabbed the wine jug, and in front of the mercenary captain, he threw his neck fiercely and poured most of the pot of liquor into his stomach. Vodka, a spirit that existed purely to keep the cold out of the cold at first, and was regarded as unfashionable by the upper class, with a kind of Siberian cold wind and a kind of enthusiasm unique to Russians, rushed into the stomach of the warrior song and crashed into his heart. A majestic fire burned violently from the blood of the warrior song, and instantly burned his face red.

Zhan Xia Ge wiped the corners of his mouth, threw the wine jug back to the mercenary captain, and exclaimed, "What a good wine!" ”

"In the words of the Chinese, you are also a good man!" The captain of the mercenary mercenary stretched out his hand, and threw the silver wine jug to Zhan Xia Ge, and said: "This wine jug is a gift from me, I will never step into Chinese territory again, and you, as the elite of China's special forces, will not appear on the battlefield of South African mercenaries, I think you and I have used knives and played with life and faced strong enemies together, I am afraid that there will be no chance to meet again in this life!" ”

"Before the other guys see me as an enemy, I'm going to have to get out of the way!" The mercenary captain carried an AK47 rifle on his shoulder, and waved to the warrior song as he walked: "I will remember you, a Chinese soldier who amazes me!" As for my name, if you do go to South Africa one day, as long as I am not dead, you should easily find me if you ask someone about a guy named 'South African Flying Tiger'!" ”

The Warrior Song, whose blood was stimulated by alcohol and began to re-burn, stood up from the bloodstain, and he also smiled: "Okay, then you remember, when one day, you know that a man named Fangs is looking for you, it will be when I ran to South Africa!" ”

(To be continued)