The air defense sirens have been sounding in the city for more than a month, millions of paratroopers with the flag A have been dropped into the city, the guns and explosions in the city have never stopped, and the roar of hell seems to have been played out in its entirety by the war, peace is already a luxury for the city, and everyone's only wish is to end such a meaningless war as soon as possible.

This is already the final battle of this great war, all the countries involved in the war are no longer able to continue to promote this war, the peace of the third world is also the most desirable of the people in all disasters, war is just a political weight, and the people are the victims of war.

No one wants to live a life full of crises, those children who should be studying in the classroom, also have the weapon of the devil in their hands, the word survival has become a deep-rooted word in the hearts of these people, food and water have become luxuries, in this environment there is no fairness, no justice, selfishness may be able to live.

In the square in the center of the city, the last remaining sanctuary in the city, tens of thousands of people are gathering, and only a few hundred soldiers are preparing their weapons. The gunfire was getting closer and closer, and the soldiers who could resist the invasion were dying in the city one after another.

The faces of these soldiers wearing the B flag were unusually heavy, no one knew if there would be anyone in the city to come to the rescue, many of these soldiers had wives and children and parents still in the city behind them, if the enemy captured the city, no one knew if they would continue to attack the next city.

In the midst of the group of soldiers was a man in camouflage uniform, who was seated in front of a piano whose identity no one knew to be the survivors, with the C flag on his shoulder representing his faith and a blood-soaked knife embedded in the badge on his chest.

He was sitting at the piano with a lit cigarette in his mouth. He slowly closed his eyes, and the color of the cigarette was unusually bright red at this time. His hands were on the piano keys, and the sound of the piano playing quieted the chaotic crowd around him, and everyone's eyes were on the man playing the piano.

The wedding ring on his left ring finger was not the best answer for him or for the war, but it was the right answer. Rong Ma career, as if returning to his hometown overnight, whether it is the city or the field, everything is so peaceful and warm.

The sound of guns and cannons around him played the music of war, and now he played this song, first, to the people here, and second, to the distant her.

The moment he finished playing, he looked at the distant sky unpolluted by war, and he knew that one day he might have a bullet in his chest, but there would always be people alive who would remember this moment.

"Gong Jian, it's time to go." The non-commissioned officer with the rank of captain said in Russian.

"Petrousa, you owe me a drink, and you must remember to invite me to a drink after this battle." Gong Jian stood up from the piano bench and said.

"No problem, if I'm still alive." Petrusha replied with a smile.

The gunfire gradually stopped, and the silence in the city felt a little frightening. The underground of the square has been converted into a large shelter, and the soldiers have begun to evacuate the survivors on the ground into the underground shelters.

It is always said that the darkness before dawn is the most terrifying, and this sentence is not wrong at all, especially in the face of near death, this sense of fear naturally radiates.

All the soldiers present knew that this was a war with no way back, behind them were the people, their families, in front of them were enemies and invaders, and the result of defeat was that their families might die, so every soldier was ready to swear to defend their homeland.

The soldiers in the bunkers on the streets of the buildings are in combat readiness, and as soon as the other side starts attacking, these soldiers will start to fight back.

On the roof of the tallest building near the square, Gong Jian held a black frosted sniper rifle with a length of 1.5 meters and was erected on the cement wall, a product of technology that did not belong to this era.

From the scope, you can clearly see that the paratroopers of Flag A in the distance are constantly moving forward, as if the other party just wants to surround the place, not attack directly.

Little by little, the sun is already hanging high. Gong Jian has been in the same position for more than 2 hours, and there is no sound in the entire city, both sides seem to be waiting, but no one knows what they are waiting for.

Suddenly, the loudspeaker on the opposite side made a screeching noise, and then shouted in Russian: "You have been surrounded, put down your weapons, take the initiative to go out of the bunker and surrender, we will treat the prisoners preferentially and ensure the safety of your lives." ”

"Don't think about it, long live the great people's army." After saying that, the sound of gunfire broke the silent city, and the soldiers who shouted on the other side fell straight down.

The scuffle started at this moment, the bullets on both sides rained down on each other, Gong Jian, who was on the roof of the building, reached out and took out a round piece of chewing gum from his pocket and threw it in his mouth, then twisted his neck, and then aimed at one of the other commanders and snapped his finger.

The moment he pulled the trigger, the gun body shook instantly, and the strong recoil made Gong Jian feel a little unbearable, he had been on the battlefield for more than a month, Gong Jian was still not used to the recoil of this firearm, and he had never been nervous at this time, today was the last day of the mission, no matter whether this battle was won, his mission would end, and the number of kills on the contact lens would also change with the death of the opposing commander,

"Private Gong Arrow killed the enemy commander 10/10, the mission is complete, ensure that it is safe to wait for our personnel to respond." Sound and subtitles appeared on Gong Jian's headphones and contact lenses at the same time.

"Mission accomplished." Gong Jian said with a sigh of relief.

But seeing the following scene Gong Jian was a little unbearable, although his task was to kill 10 enemy commanders, but he could be regarded as fighting with these soldiers of the B flag for a period of time, and he could be regarded as his teammates, but watching his teammates fall one by one, Gong Jian's heart also hurt.

Withdrawing from the magazine of the sniper rifle, Gong Jian looked at the remaining bullets inside, Gong Jian had consumed hundreds of rounds of ammunition in the past month, and the ammunition in the backpack was less than 20 rounds.

Gong Jian took out all the bullets in the backpack and pressed them all into the magazine. However, in the end, it was only two magazines, and after taking a deep breath, Gong Jian pulled the trigger again.