The rules of the battlefield cannot be changed by anyone, because everyone on the battlefield has only two fates: kill or be killed.

Within the rules, all means, all actions are normal. Public opinion is always something outside the battlefield, and it cannot dominate or influence the battlefield.

Xiao Hongjun, who became the god of war again, let Xiao Yuanchao see another name of the war, and let Xiao Yuanchao see the real cruelty under the blood. In many cases, killing does not mean cruelty, but killing what people are the root of cruelty.

Xiao Hongjun is ruthless, ruthless, and decisive, but all the living creatures that appear in his field of vision become the targets of his shooting. No need to hesitate, just pick up the gun to lock it and pull the wrench.

Regardless of men and women, old and weak, they are all targets of his shooting.

"Bang!" Xiao Hongjun shot an old man and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "Don't leave any alive." ”

Fleeing in the street fighting, Xiao Yuanchao saw many civilians hiding in the cracks of the war, and saw that their eyes showed despair and pleading, and then turned into a ball of dead ashes.

Xiao Yuanchao was not adaptable, extremely uncomfortable. In his opinion, those who take up arms are fighters, and those who do not have weapons are civilians. But his father's cold-blooded killing made him really uncomfortable.

Stuck in a private house, Xiao Hongjun took out a cigarette and lit two cigarettes, and gave one of them to Xiao Yuanchao.

Xiao Yuanchao, who had never smoked, did not refuse, not only did not refuse, but smoked heavily, letting the spicy smoke fill his lungs. I choked myself and coughed, and my entire chest cavity ached.

"You will be able to adapt quickly, you are eighteen years old, eight months and thirteen days old, and you are still young." Xiao Hongjun took a deep puff of his cigarette, stared at the sky in the distance, and spit out softly: "When I was eighteen years old, I didn't understand anything, and I came to a Vietnamese village woman holding a baby in the rice field. When we reached out to her and said we wouldn't hurt her, she did one thing......"

"Pull off a grenade? Shoot at you? Xiao Yuanchao asked.

"No, she accepted, accepted our overtures, and then pointed out to us where Viet was hiding." Xiao Hongjun smoked his cigarette vigorously, his eyes were full of sorrow and continued: "We believed her, walked forward along the rice fields, and pursued Yuete, but ......"

Xiao Hongjun's hand holding the cigarette trembled, his eyes were already cloudy, and he said in a somewhat trembling voice: "It was a minefield, and when we ran over, only I was the only one of the thirteen people intact." Just as we stepped on the mine, a group of Viet rushed out and shot us. I clearly saw my comrades-in-arms around me dying one after another, staring at the unwilling eyes and dying......"

Xiao Yuanchao listened quietly and smoked a cigarette quietly. He didn't know about the wars of that era, but he knew that his father was teaching him with his past experiences.

"I killed all those Yuete, cut off their heads and hung them on trees, then snatched the baby from the village woman's arms, fell to death on the ridge in front of her, and stabbed her to death when she cried like a madman!"

In an instant, infinite killing poured out of Xiao Hongjun's body. It was as if the event was close at hand, as if it had been re-enacted.

"What I'm saying is that you can't trust anyone except your comrades-in-arms, and the greatest source of trust is pity." Xiao Hongjun threw away the cigarette butt and said to his son with a smile: "It sounds difficult to accept, but this is the truth." No matter how distorted, how bashing, facts are facts. ”

"Squat!" Xiao Yuanchao suddenly let out a loud shout.

Hearing the voice, Xiao Hongjun immediately squatted down.

"Bang!"

Xiao Yuanchao shot the figure that appeared outside the window behind Xiao Hongjun, and he was simply sharp.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Boom la la ......"

A burst of gunfire rang out, and countless bullets came in from all directions, shaking the houses and sending dust to the ground.

A group of militants re-attacked them and continued their attacks.

"Let's go!" Xiao Yuanchao held his rifle and rolled over to the threshold.

Xiao Hongjun also completed a roll, leaning himself against the other side of the threshold, and locked the window that could leak them out.

"Gollum ......"

A black grenade was thrown in through the window and rolled down at Xiao Hongjun's feet.

Seeing this grenade, Xiao Yuanchao grabbed his father and dragged the other party towards the door.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded, and half of the wall collapsed with the force of the explosion. The two men avoided the random and shockwave of the grenade explosion, but went straight into the hail of bullets outside.

"Dada...... Dadada......"

Outside was an alley with no shelter. And the pursuing militants occupied both sides of the alley. After seeing Xiao Hongjun's father and son who were forced out, he immediately pulled the trigger and shot wildly.

"Bang!"

Xiao Yuanchao kicked Xiao Hongjun fiercely, and kicked him next to a pile of rubble, so that he could avoid the ubiquitous rain of bullets.

This is the only bunker for one person to crawl and hide. When Xiao Yuanchao sent Xiao Hongjun to the bunker as soon as possible, he would face an extreme danger with nowhere to escape.

"Huhuhu......"

Xiao Yuanchao frantically rolled towards the east side of the alley, trying to avoid the ubiquitous warheads.

"Sonorous ......"

The bullet ran after him, hitting the concrete floor, creating a pothole.

In this kind of bullet rain, Xiao Yuanchao will be beaten into a sieve sooner or later, which no one can stop. But all he could do now was keep rolling and dodging.

"Da Da Da ......"

Xiao Hongjun's muzzle spewed flames, strafing the militants in the east, and his mouth let out a loud shout: "Keep rolling in, don't stop!" ”

"Da Da Da ......"

Xiao Hongjun stared at each other, and another string of bullets shot at the militants on the east side of the alley, completing the temporary suppression, and then suddenly let out a roar, and stood out from under the gravel bunker.

"Roar!!

Xiao Hongjun, who was shirtless and scraped, stood up in a frenzied posture and fearlessly faced the militants on the west side of the alley and opened fire.

"Dada...... Dadada......"

"Raised by a bitch, die!"

In the midst of the scolding, Xiao Hongjun was like a King Kong, did not avoid or retreat, stood in a position where bullets were raining down, and shot and killed the militants in the west.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! ……”

The warhead hit the militants' bodies, bursting out blood flowers, which were instantly suppressed, creating a respite for the father and son.

Getting a respite, Xiao Yuanchao jumped up and shot at the militants in the east with his gun. The father and son were in charge of one side, and they retreated step by step in the counterattack, and their backs collided together.

The scorching warhead whizzed past them, scorching the air around them, making it as if it could explode at any moment.

"Kill !!"

Xiao Hongjun burst out with a roar again, holding the five or six submachine guns in his hands, and rushed towards the militants to the west without hesitation.

His eyes are full of battle fanaticism, his body is full of the tyranny of war, and the blood in the corner of his **** mouth, he is like a war maniac who wants to use the fragile ** to complete the crushing of the enemy!

Xiao Hongjun is old, indeed old, but at this moment, he returned to more than thirty years ago: shaving his head, drinking blood wine, and killing the enemy!

He represents the infinite arrogance of China's first batch of special forces, from the special god of war thirty years ago!