When you are on the battlefield, face to face, the relationship between friend and foe is one word - kill!

Whether he is strong or weak, male or female, in short, he can kill if he can!

Thinking too much about "a dead end!"

However, after the blood dried up and the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the enemy faded into the attributes of the "enemy", and the characteristics of the "people" who had previously been concealed by armor and killing intent became particularly obvious, no matter how severe the military law was, no matter how strong the laws of war were, they could not control the people who were on the verge of death.

At the end of life" there will be no disguise and embellishment. If they hate, the hatred will be monstrous, if they regret, the remorse will be like the sea, but in fact, there are not many such people, the vast majority of people will freeze the last posture in thoughts and memories, very simple, very hurtful!

So what you see in your eyes are details that you don't notice when you're facing enemies: how old is this person? Where is this person from? This person is someone's husband? Is this person from a coastal tribe?

Some survivors will be shocked to realize that "they are just like me...... Once or twice is nothing" three or five times is nothing, but after almost ten times, ordinary people will run away. Those who survive will be given titles such as "sluggish", "blind", "inhuman", and so on.

In fact, when Townsend entered the area, he attracted the attention of many people: "They are waiting to see the performance of His Excellency the Brave in order to assign him this unofficial title~ It is a tradition for soldiers to talk about their superiors, which can reduce the damage of war."

They saw His Excellency the Brave enter, saw the Pavilion of the Brave dismount, and saw His Excellency's expression solemn, "even more solemn than when the situation of war was most dangerous."

No matter what the intention is, as long as he looks at Townsend's gaze, he is infected by the atmosphere that permeates from him, and His Excellency the Brave Man puts his hands flat on the inner thighs, his eyes are level, and he stands silently. His stance was not entirely straight, and his waist was slightly curved backwards, like a longbow that had not been pulled apart.

They can't tell what kind of atmosphere this is", but they can't resist being eroded by its + passion. Some people looked away, while others learned to stand up straight in the posture of the brave, "But the next move of the brave man is difficult to learn at once."

Townsend moved his hands up and sorted out the tattered and dirty garments in order, first the torn robe, a little crooked belt, then the folds at the waist and the back of the waist, and finally the badge on the front of the chest, the crumpled neckline...... The whole set of movements is skillful, concise and neat," the others were still thinking about the first step, and Townsend had finished it, and the two palms were attached to the outside of his thighs again.

However, this time, Townsend only paused for a moment after his right palm was in place, and then quickly withdrew.

"Whoa!" The outer branch of the right elbow, the forearm folded up around the elbow, the straight palm is reversed like a knife blade, and the forehead. The movement was not very fast, but it was very powerful, and it even made people feel that he wanted to cut off his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

As soon as others were shocked, the posture of the brave Geping froze.

The palm of his right hand is downward, his fingers are together, and the tips of his fingers are on the top of his eyebrows, which should be a kind of etiquette, "with Townsend's expression and standing posture with his head up, "he looks very powerful, very restrained, very composed."

Nobody knows this etiquette, and no one doesn't like it, because it gives you the feeling that the sky is all right.

The golden sun with a touch of orange shone on the brave, and the body of the brave man seemed to be made of gold. The silhouette of the brave man froze for a long time in this gesture, like a silent statue. Even if the etiquette was unfamiliar, even if the clothes were torn, beneath the contours of his solidified body, there was an unparalleled power surging.

After a long time, Townsh's right hand was put down with a "swish".

He didn't do anything else and walked through the mountain of corpses and blood without squinting, leaving only a few soldiers looking at each other.

When necessary, Townsend was empty-sighted, and when necessary, Townsend was ruthless: therefore, all of Townsend's actions were directed towards a clear goal, and no matter what he did, it must have been to achieve a certain effect, or to get something, but the military salute to the battlefield dead had no practical significance, not to mention that it was very conspicuous, and did not conform to the low-key strategy chosen by Townsend.

This is the expression of Townsend's mindset at this time.

The sight in front of his heart was deeply shocked, and Townsend had to express it, because only by expressing it could he forget.

But the fate of his appearance here will not be allowed to be forgotten, as if he instructed Townsend to tear apart the source array of the apostles, "It will put this seed in Townsend's heart, just when he thought he had steadied himself as he walked through the battlefield and read through death."

"Please, save him!" In the middle of the battlefield, in front of the real treatment center, someone shouted hoarsely: "Save people!"

"He's dying! Help!", a stretcher passed by the screaming man, and the doctors went back and forth, but no one turned to look at him, and no one turned to look at the man in his arms, as if he were transparent: "Please!"

He begged everyone who passed by, grabbed the corners and sleeves of their robes, and knelt down and pleaded. His eyes were disgraced, his expression was humble, and he wept bitterly, but he had a long string of wooden plaques hanging from his arm, proving that he had killed the enemy and how brave he was, and that he had won many victories in this battle!

Ordinary soldiers may be overlooked, but a soldier who has achieved great results will never be ignored. Even if the physician ignores it, the officers who come and go will not. If your comrades-in-arms can't be treated and cry into tears, I'm afraid that this tent will be burned long ago!

"Your Excellency!" among the people passing by, an officer recognized Townsend, and his wife did not hesitate to use a new name for him: "The Seventh Ambulance Salutes You!"

Townsend looked at him, did not speak, did not make any face, just turned his silent gaze to the man whose crying voice was already hoarse, and at this time, Townsend found that what he was wearing was not the standard military uniform of the defenders of Yintao City.

"Your Excellency the Brave, this crying warrior, he is a member of the anti-war forces. He is indeed our comrade-in-arms. I heard it was a great job. The officer said: "He is not injured" and we will never treat our own people badly. ”

"The man he carries in his arms is our enemy. He claimed it was his son. Your Excellency, you know that "the man who was held by him is our enemy's ......" The officer of the ambulance team hesitated for a moment: "There are many wounded waiting for us to treat, and we have wounded dying every moment, and we cannot waste time on the enemy." ”

"You save him, he's a good boy! I'm a bastard who has woken up, why can't he!? Really, you save him!"

Townsend looked at the tired officer, "I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to say." This matter doesn't seem to be big, but he can't solve it, unless time goes back, otherwise the king of heaven can't solve it when Lao Tzu comes!

So Townsend could only pat the officer on the shoulder, without saying a word, and turned to leave. His steps were heavy as he left, for he knew that the young man in the man's arms had just taken a last breath. Sure enough, an even more mournful roar came from behind him.

"One step away!" exclaimed the man with hoarse vocal cords, "My son has heard the silver psalms, and I have read them to him many times!

"Why? We live thousands of miles away, why did we go to Yintao City to fight? Why did my son die thousands of miles away from home? Why didn't you save him? Why did he die!?"

Townsend had long thought that his heart was extremely hard, and "it is impossible to be easily moved by something." But at this moment, a middle-aged native who had nothing to do with him "broke Townsend's defenses with a roar" made him tremble and cry and hoarse, this kind of helpless and inexplicable grief was very heavy and tormenting.

Townsend didn't dare to look, or even stay any longer, he walked out of the treatment center and found a secluded passage "to calm down." Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished taking a deep breath, a strange team came over in front of me. The people in the queue were all strange, "There are about fifty of these guys, not to mention tall, short, fat and thin" There are two heads, three legs, and four hands, and they are all dressed like dogs, and some soldiers follow them, and they are very polite between words and deeds.

Prisoner, quite a high-ranking prisoner. In the oppressive atmosphere of the post-war period, they walked with a fairly calm demeanor.

This is the high-ranking of the various forces of the coalition army who flaunted their might under the banner during the war, and there are also some high-ranking generals. A third of them knew Townsend "all nodding acquaintances, not to mention, there were really people among the captives who waved hello to Townsend and called him "Your Excellency the Brave".

"Take it there?" Townsend stood on the side of the road, his eyes soft, and the question seemed casual.

Just because Townsend asks casually doesn't mean that others can answer casually. I saw an officer running from the back of the team, stopped in front of Townsend, stood up and saluted nakedly, and then replied loudly: "Your Excellency the Brave Returner, our team is ordered to escort the prisoners back to the city and hand them over to the deacon hall for interrogation!"

"Interrogation?" Townsend looked relieved, "Ah, understood. ”

"The battle is over, don't make things too complicated..."Townsend felt half a cigarette from the gap between his most intimate clothes, this cigarette he had stuffed before the war, and now it was crumpled. The officer hurriedly handed over a new one, and Townsend smiled and shook his head: "Don't waste it." The captives in the distance exchanged their ears, and some words such as "ransom", "price", and "rules" drifted in the wind. The officer maintained an upright posture, but he was conjecturing in his heart: Could it be that His Highness the Brave wants to release a few prisoners? Everyone knows the identity of His Highness the Brave's coalition forces, and it is normal for people with better relations to be released. Moreover, the brave man known as "His Highness" undoubtedly has this power.

"We have already won, and there is no need to interrogate those who are not up or down. "In the midst of the officers' suspicions," Townsend slowly straightened his cigarette, and then lit it: "We don't need the small news, and they don't know the big news." ”

"Sure enough, I want to release people. "The officer has begun to consider various procedures, and if he wants to release him, he must let His Excellency the Brave personally identify him. Just take a few names to do it" is likely to happen impersonation.

The officer waited.

"Both," Townsend exhaled a spicy cigarette and said amicably, "Kill." ”！~！