The girl pointed to the person behind her, muttering something, Zhao Johnson squinted his eyes and looked at the two people behind him, and found that it was an elderly couple, the male old man looked like he had something wrong with his body and was very inconvenient.

"Battalion commander, we have locals who have asked for help, they may need medical care." Zhao Johnson couldn't decide for himself, so he reported to the battalion commander, "It's a sixteen-year-old girl and an elderly couple who may be in their fifties. ”

"One of our tasks is to build relationships with the locals and help them." The battalion commander's reply came quickly.

So Zhao Johnson lowered his gun.

As soon as the girl saw it, she let go of her steps and ran towards this side, and she ran directly to the helicopter. Zhao Johnson felt that something was wrong, and was about to stop the girl, but it was too late, and at the moment when Zhao Johnson hesitated to shoot, the health worker who had just sent the stretcher to the plane suddenly shouted: "This cargo is holding a grenade!" ”

Before she could finish speaking, the girl threw the grenade into the cabin along with the hat used to cover the grenade.

Zhao Johnson saw that the hygienist had fallen to the side, and he hurriedly flew to the ground, but before he could touch the ground, the shock wave found his back first.

Zhao Johnson was pushed forward and flew one meter more before touching the ground, and after touching the ground, he slid forward for dozens of centimeters, which is not the power that a grenade can achieve, and it is estimated that the helicopter was also detonated.

Zhao Johnson's jaw was burning with pain, and he felt that the blood was flowing all the time. He didn't care about that, and just sat up and picked up his gun to find the bastard who threw the grenade. It didn't take much effort for him to find the back of the girl who was running towards town, but the trigger just wouldn't go off.

His brain, which was still in a state of confusion caused by the concussion of the explosion, realized that the gun might be jammed, so he threw away his rifle, drew his pistol, and shot it at the girl's back. It's a pity that the pistol has a worrying hit rate even in the hands of a veteran who has been in battle, just watch the bullet shoot a small cloud of smoke at the girl's feet, but it can't hit the girl's body.

However, at this time, a hind gunship descended, and before the girl could hide in the shadow of the building, the hind opened fire, and the rain of bullets sprayed by the three-barreled runner Gatling instantly tore through the girl's body, beating her upper body into a bloody blur. The hind then fired a rocket at the building where the girl was supposed to be hiding, and the rocket lifted the entire roof of the building.

Johnson Zhao put down his hand holding the pistol and gasped for breath, he slowed down for a while before he came back to his senses and turned his head to look in the direction of the helicopter.

The helicopter was indeed detonated, the wreckage was still burning, several corpses were lying around the wreckage, distributed in a radial pattern, and the closest to Zhao Johnson was the body of the hygienist.

"it."

Johnson Zhao cursed, struggled to stand up, put away the pistol and picked up the rifle, and then came to the corpse lying on the ground of the hygienist - it stands to reason that he has not confirmed that the breath should not be recognized as a corpse, but Johnson Zhao's years of battlefield experience have made him very clear that the hygienist is probably more than lucky.

He turned the hygienist over and touched his neck, and sure enough, there was no pulse. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Johnson opened the pocket of the hygienist's shirt, rummaged through it, took out a folded letter from it, and put it in his pocket without looking at the contents.

He stood up, carrying his still jammed rifle and staggering towards the still burning plane.

The stretcher in the cabin was blown out by the explosion, and Qi Haihua on the stretcher was covered in blood, and he knew that he was hopeless without checking his pulse. Zhao Johnson recalled the scene on the plane, and then chose to open Qi Haihua's backpack, he didn't have much effort to find the letter that Qi Haihua had just read, just as he expected, the reply letter was placed next to it.

This time, Zhao Johnson spread out the letter, looked at the content on it, and found that the reply was not finished, and the last sentence was "When I go home after my military service, we will get married."

Zhao Johnson sighed heavily, folded the letter and put it away, and at the same time stretched out his hand and closed Qi Haihua's eyes that were still open. When he turned around to confirm the status of the other corpses, the voice of the battalion commander came from his headphones: "Fox One, how is the situation at the scene?" ”

"It's basically dead, damn it." Zhao Johnson also ignored the preferences of the battalion commander, and cursed loudly, "Damn! Lao Tzu will sympathize with the locals in the future, and they are not worthy of the surname Zhao! ”

"Fox One, it is against military discipline to slaughter the locals, even if they may be unfavorable to us, we can only wait for them to strike first."

"What kind of turtle son is this ******!"

"This is discipline, for the good of the republic, we must make such sacrifices, we are mighty soldiers, civilized soldiers, saviors who have come to save the locals."

"I don't know anything like a savior! My people are dead! I want them to pay with blood! Squad leader, can you hear me! Damn, everyone you see who isn't wearing a new Ming uniform! ”

"Johnson Zhao! This is a violation of the rules of engagement! I'm going to strip you of command now! ”

Zhao Johnson wanted to say something, but the voice of the political commissar of his company came out of the earphones: "Old Zhao, many locals have died in our artillery fire, I think we have settled this matter, so forget it." ”

Johnson Zhao opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. He knew very well that the commissar was right, napalm, cloud burst bombs, and those guided bombs weighing hundreds or thousands of pounds must have killed many locals who had nothing to do with the warlords, and it was normal for them to have a sense of revenge. Johnson Zhao understands this, but he can't accept it.

He knelt on his legs, looked at the corpses of his subordinates in front of him, and clenched his teeth, not letting the grief and anger in his heart turn into an external appearance.

In front of him, the battle continued, with helicopters flying over the town spewing tongues of fire and gunfire on the ground.

Finally, Zhao Johnson stabilized his feelings, he checked his rifle, skillfully solved the problem of jamming the bolt, and pushed the bullet into the chamber again.

Although he was deprived of command, Zhao Johnson was still an excellent fighter, and he still had to play in this battle.

At this time, he saw a few people dressed as civilians leaving the village not far away, and it seemed that they wanted to hide in the shallows by the Mekong River.

He stood up, trotted over, and found that one of the dead was round and clearly did not look like a poor man.

When he pulled down the hat that was covering the man's face, he was shocked to find that it was Nordson.

(Although there are two new books today, they add up to 8,700 words, plus two changes to the old book, I updated more than 13,000 words today, for the sake of this amount of updates, don't you vote for the new book)