Yang Yu turned the bayonet in his hand around, looked down, the tattered military boots revealed a large piece of foot guard steel plate, looked up at the blue sky, an hour ago he was still on the helicopter and a bunch of mercenaries to divide a large bag of diamonds given by the employer, a fluttering shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile plus a boy scout in his early teens dragged all the people to the Hades Palace, not all, at least he was alive and well, although the appearance of hanging on the tree was ridiculous, but it was better to be alive than dead. The endless African savannah looks very vast, if it is a vacation, it must be an indescribable happiness, Yang Yu took off the Kevlar helmet, wiped two handfuls of greasy hair with his hands, and lowered his head, the eight soldiers of different skin tones in the helmet smiled brightly, all in the past, since their death Yang Yu is a lonely ghost-like mercenary, fortunately he broke into a name for himself early, otherwise he would have to retire or join other mercenary teams. Yang Yu took out a pack of individual rations, and with a slight stroke of the bayonet in his hand, the fragrance of butter penetrated into his nostrils, and the old-fashioned M1 bayonet was inserted into the ground, and a lifelike wolf head was engraved on the handle, which was gloomy and terrifying. In the end, it is still gone, and the eight-man mercenary team fights from Europe to Africa, from Africa to Asia, and from Asia to the Americas... I haven't been to Oceania, I've even been to the deserted Antarctica, and I can be regarded as an invincible opponent all over the world, but what's the use, except for a bunch of banknotes, it seems that I survived. After eating the individual rations in three bites, Yang Yu lay on the grass dejectedly, thinking about the boy scouts who were killed by himself, looking at the blue sky, touching the thick gauze on his legs, and stretching out a middle finger to the sky and saying: "The war raised by the bitch, Yang Yu of two hundred and five!" ”

Don't do it, don't do it, Yang Yu limped along the endless African savannah and suddenly came up with such an idea. Is it worth shedding your own blood for someone else's war? What else can you give besides a handful of banknotes? Can you take your own 180 pounds of lean meat? The modified messy AK74 on the back always knocks on the small wound on the buttocks, takes a step and knocks, Yang Yu grinned, took out the map and compass to see if he was going in the wrong direction, how could he get used to seeing the head of the GPS navigator, looking at the old-fashioned map is still a little uncomfortable, looking up at the mountains in the distance, putting away the map and compass and moving on, I don't know when I can see people, maybe fast, maybe very slow, since someone shot down the helicopter, there will always be someone to search for it, It's a pity that it's been four hours since morning, and I still haven't seen anyone, not even the sound of cars roaring. After walking for another half an hour, a bunch of African bison appeared in view, and finally there was meat to eat! I took out the binoculars and looked around, not far from the bison herd, there was a group of lions lazily lying under the shade of the tree sleeping, the lion's tail was dangling and swatting mosquitoes and flies, so close to the herd, the bison didn't care, nature is really wonderful.

Yang Yu was thinking about how to get the damn lions away as he checked the AK in his hand, and at this moment, a series of gunshots rang out from the opposite side of the herd. It looks like the guests are coming! Lying in the grass and listening with his ears propped up, the M2HB heavy machine gun, needless to say, must have come with a search team in a pickup. Yang Yu clasped his hands together and muttered to himself: "Buddha bless, I hope there are not too many people, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Amen!" "Maybe the gods and Buddhas really played a role, two pickup trucks, five people, carrying a killed bison swayed out of the bison herd, and the frightened lion in the distance ran back again, running towards the two pickups, Yang Yu hurriedly aimed at the driver of the first car." The lion runs slowly, and when you get closer, you are pounced..."I don't know if the lions heard Yang Yu's prayer, even if they heard it, they wouldn't care, the lions began to accelerate when the pickup truck was still four or five hundred meters away from him, which was a precursor for the lions to hunt, the machine gunner on the first car found the silent lions, turned the machine gun and fired, the violent gunfire instantly resounded throughout the grassland, all kinds of animals rushed up again, and the originally mighty lions also abandoned their prey and turned around in a panic and fled. Although he did not grasp the opportunity to kill the target at this distance, but the opportunity was rare, Yang Yu did not hesitate to fire in a gunshot, and the pickup truck in the distance instantly walked on the S-shaped road, and then fell headlong into the ditch, the butt of the car was pouted high and then stood upright and flipped over, and the machine gunner on the car was also heavily smashed under the car. The second car braked instantly, one climbed into the back pocket to operate the heavy machine gun, and the other picked up an AK47 and went around looking for the bastard who killed his comrade. Unfortunately, the sound of the heavy machine gun overshadowed all the sounds, and the machine gunner shook the machine gun and looked at the meadow everywhere, and really couldn't see where people were and where were animals, so he tentatively fired a few shots, shooting two mongooses. Suddenly a gunshot rang out, the machine gunner fell out of the car, and just fell next to the driver on alert, the scrawny driver looked at his comrade who was knocked off half of his head, and the sound in his ears was as if there were hundreds of people hiding around and waiting to solve himself, a huge fear came to his heart, picked up the gun and fired at the grass, the bullet was gone, and he held the trigger, and the old AK made a clicking sound, A bison calf ran out of the woods in a panic and slammed into the overturned pickup truck and let out a terrible scream to wake up the frightened gunman. The gunner took off the empty magazine and reached for the spare magazine on his buttocks, but he felt a pair of large hands, and as soon as he turned around, a long bayonet stuck in his eye.

Yang Yu kicked the dead body under his feet, wiped the blood-stained bayonet on his pants, and walked to the overturned pickup truck, where the co-pilot was stuck and couldn't move.

"Tell me where this is!" Yang Yu asked in English while holding Xueliang's bayonet. It's a pity that the frightened co-pilot watched him twist his shoulders vigorously in confusion, and couldn't understand what he said at all. Yang Yu sighed, took off a grenade from his body, pulled the ring and threw it in front of the co-pilot...

Ignoring the scared squeaky guys, Yang Yu checked the two pickup trucks with a blank face in the explosion, very good, with a car to travel is 10,000 times stronger than two legs, at ten o'clock at night, I have seen a little light, and when I am more than 20 kilometers away from the town, I have seen huge craters and blown up cars. Yang Yu parked the car in a pile of blown up cars, took out the map and looked at the unextinguished war on the ground, thinking that he was starting from Ireb in the Democratic Republic of the Congo and going to Bangui in Central Africa, according to the flight time... Yang Yu lowered his head and tapped his finger on the small town of Yimeisai on the map. It's good to have run to the middle of the battlefield, where the war between the Democratic Republic of the Congo and the Congo is fiercest! Luck is a good mess, stupid pilots have nothing to do to fly this line, isn't this looking for their own death! No wonder people don't come to search, it is estimated that the war is lively, and there is no time to take care of it!

wiped his hair twice, picked up his gun and quietly touched the town, the town can't stay, the town is full of black soldiers, and the game is over when he is caught, so he can only sneak in to find some medicine and food or something. The town was very well guarded, and there were a lot of soldiers on duty at night, so Yang Yu found a gap and quietly touched in, turned left and right in the small town and quickly found the hospital. In fact, this place is more like a morgue than a hospital. Piles of corpses were thrown on the ground, and a few howls were heard from two or three tents, and there were far more dead than alive, and it was more appropriate to call a morgue than a hospital. Yang Yu found a place to store medicine and food, found a few boxes of medicines he needed, brought enough food, hurriedly put it in his arms and walked back, just turned a corner of the wall, two black soldiers smiled and pushed a trembling thin woman from the opposite side, hurriedly hid in the corner, in less than ten seconds two soldiers and a prisoner walked by, Yang Yu rolled his eyes, soothed his thumping little liver, and looked at the soldiers and prisoners who were far away, Suddenly, he found a red flag embroidered on the back of the captive, and after a careful look, it was determined that it was a five-star red flag. To do it or not to care? Yang Yu rolled his eyes again, and his national heart allowed him to draw out his slender M1 bayonet. Quietly followed, while the soldier on the right lit a cigarette, a knife was inserted into the head of the soldier on the left from the back of the neck, at this moment the soldier on the other side just took two puffs of the cigarette in his mouth, and when he looked up, a pair of big hands stuck his throat like iron tongs, the woman next to him turned her head and looked, just about to scream, Yang Yu hit her neck with a palm knife and fell softly into Yang Yu's arms. Yang Yu let go of the stunned soldier, put the woman on the ground, and gave the fainted soldier a knife with his right hand, and then dragged the two corpses to the pile of corpses just now, and the woman who carried the fainting vegetables quietly sneaked out of the dangerous town.

When the woman woke up, Yang Yu's car had already arrived in the small town of Betu in Congo, where there were many mercenaries, and Yang Yu even saw a few familiar friends. Yang Yu parked the car under a dilapidated earthen building, got out of the car and looked at the confused woman, and found that her melon seed face was still very attractive and beautiful, but her face was full of smoke and exhaustion. "Come down," Yang Yu shouted, and stretched out his hand. The woman looked at him timidly before helping his hand out of the car. A few mercenaries ran over and saw Yang Yu who was in tatters, and instantly smiled and prepared to tease...

"Old K, I heard that you were dragged down from the sky by a little brat, why didn't you turn into a roast turkey!" A bearded mercenary grinned and joked in Russian.

"Roll out, you won't die! Where's your head, borrow something from him! Yang Yu poked the butt of a rifle in the mercenary's stomach and pulled the woman into the building.

"Old K, Moss won't lend it to you, it's about to be a war!" The mercenary shouted at the top of her voice, and the woman glared at the mercenary with two bloodshot eyes.

Moss was a big man from Russia, who participated in the third Chechen war on terror, and his unit was the first to enter Groniz, but unfortunately he was still a small soldier at that time. Perhaps hearing the shouts of his comrades, Moss ran down from the stairs to give Yang Yu a bear hug.

"Dear K, I'm so glad you weren't eaten by the Congolese lions, where did such a beautiful girl come from?"

"Pick it up! Do me a favor old friend, the car is out of gas, give me some gas, then some water and food, and by the way, some bullets! ”

"Later, I'll get it myself later, since I've got a drink!" Moss dragged Yang Yu upstairs, and Yang Yu glanced back at the inexplicable woman and motioned for her to follow.

"Forget about drinking, I was almost roasted by someone else's turkey, I got all the things and went back to recuperate, and then don't tell me about joining your mercenary team, I'm annoyed and want to quit!" Yang Yu took off his helmet and pointed to the photo on it, "They are all dead, there must be someone to take care of their family!" ”

"You're always sentimental, no problem, things for you, we're friends, and if I die, I hope you can go and see my widowed wife!" Moss patted Yang Yu on the shoulder, "It's a pity that you have all your skills!" ”

"I can learn my skills, but I can't learn if my life is gone, someone can fight for my wife and children, I don't understand why I fight, is it because I'm very talented? Or because I'm bored and crazy? ”

"Looks like you really want to quit?" Moss glanced at Yang Yu, who was a little excited.

"You might think the same thing when you fall from the sky!"

"I think you're too few friends!" Moss pointed to the photo in Yang Yu's helmet.

"Whatever, anyway, I don't want to fight!"

"Everything is piled up in the back, go get it yourself, and come back to me when you want to fight!" Moss said with a sigh as he walked up the stairs.

Yang Yu took the woman from Mu Ne to carry a bunch of food, medicine, ammunition and fuel into the car, and saw a camouflage uniform hanging on the rope outside, and without thinking about it, he took off his clothes and pants directly in the square and put them on, and the woman next to him was stunned for a moment and did not speak.

"Come up" Yang Yu pointed to the co-pilot, and the woman hesitated and got into the car, "Let's find a place to stay, clean up the wounds, and set off tomorrow!" Yang Yu looked at his watch and said to the woman. The car made a beautiful bend and walked towards the outskirts of the town, and Yang Yu came to a low concrete house, stopped the car and took the woman in. There was a musty smell in the house, and Yang Yu didn't know how long he hadn't been here, it seemed that the original captain hadn't been here since he died, and it had been more than a year, and there were a few AK47s in the house that were rusted to the point of breaking when touched. The woman wrinkled her nose and looked around, there were broken wood and rusty iron tools everywhere, in a blink of an eye, Yang Yu didn't know where to get a big sprayer, and saw Yang Yu waving her hand to signal her to go out, and hurriedly ran out of the pungent room, a woman doesn't like sheepfolds like a house! The woman watched Yang Yu use a lighter to ignite the big sprinkler of the sprayer, and then with a flick of the switch, a long tongue of fire sprayed into the room, and the concrete wall that the raging fire had been burning was a little cracked, and Yang Yu put the big sprayer away.

"Flamethrower! Haven't seen it? Yang Yu looked at the woman with a beautiful face with interest.

"That's... Why are you burning the house, it's so hot..."The woman finally said a word, her voice was very good, although it was a little hoarse, Yang Yu still felt that she could sing and be a singer.

"Burn it clean and the dirty stuff will be tasteless!" Yang Yu used a few bricks to build a simple stove, and ran to the back of the house to get a black pot. "I'll boil some water, and you'll wash it later!"

"Thank you!"