What Johnson is going to do is undoubtedly meaningful.

Leng Feng also had his own tasks and missions, so he had to take Dr. Chen to the Chinese-funded factory 50 kilometers away first.

On the battlefield, obeying orders and completing tasks is the first duty.

Personal feelings should be put aside.

……

Watching Dr. Chen and Leng Feng's convoy leave.

Qiao Shan looked down at the medical box in his hand, opened it gently, and saw rows of small glass bottles.

Inside each glass bottle, there is a filled potion.

Every glass bottle is a life.

……

……

"We have received the latest news that the fighting has spread to the port of Sansarem, where the lives of 1,536 Chinese compatriots waiting for rescue have become in danger, and the evacuated warships must rush to it, I am sorry, because it is a war zone of other countries, you have no support this time, no allies, and no weapons...... Dr. Chen and 47 compatriots from the Chinese-funded factory, please bring them back. ”

“……”

"Leng Feng, there's very bad news for you. The Red Turbans are wreaking havoc on important roads, railways, and bridges, and just ten minutes ago, the Polnika Bridge from the Chinese-owned factory to the dock has been blown up, and Ambassador Fan and I are trying our best to find a way, but now, you can only rely on yourself......"

“……”

"From now on, we will wait for you for a maximum of eighteen hours, and then the warship must return, very, very sorry, I must be responsible for the entire diaspora......"

“……”

"Leng Feng, good news! Tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning, a United Nations rescue helicopter will land on time at the factory, and you will be in charge of it......"

……

The situation on Qiao Shan's side is not very clear.

However, after coming to the Chinese-funded factory from St. Fran's Chinese-funded hospital, good news and bad news came one after another.

As night fell, the Chinese-funded factory.

Leng Feng and Lao He, the captain of the Chinese-funded factory security team, lay on the railing, watching the black people cheering around the bonfire on the open ground below.

"Master, that pocket at the door, you put it up, right?" Leng Feng asked with a smile.

Lao He held the teapot and said happily: "You are not bad......

After glancing at Leng Feng up and down, Lao He left from the railing, stood straight, and said: "The former Chinese People's Liberation Army, Southwest Military Region, Fourteenth Group Army, Reconnaissance Company Commander, He Jianguo!" ”

Leng Feng suddenly said: "The former Chinese People's Liberation Army, the Southeast Military Region Combat Brigade, the Wolf Warrior Squadron, Leng Feng!" ”

"Hello squad leader!"

Leng Feng gave He Jianguo a standard military salute.

……

After reporting each other's homes according to the rules, the relationship between the two people who had just met instantly became much closer.

Leng Feng leaned on the railing again, and said curiously: "These people didn't know if they could survive until tomorrow an hour ago, why are they so happy?!" ”

He Jianguo exhaled and exclaimed: "These black buddies, no matter what war, plague, or poverty, as long as you give them a fire, they can be happy like this immediately!" ”

"Africa...... Well fed! Hello! Girl's good! ”

Leng Feng glanced at Lao He in surprise, and shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Veteran oil!

The stronger the strength, the more hooligan!

It seems that this old squad leader has good strength......

……

Boom –

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the sky.

The black people singing and dancing on the ground didn't notice it, but Leng Feng and He Jianguo instantly noticed the abnormality.

He Jianguo's smile disappeared, and his face was a little serious: "These guys are all fighting here?!" ”

It was the sound of shells.

Leng Feng's expression was more serious, his brows furrowed, staring at the direction from which the voice came.

When He Jianguo saw Leng Feng's performance, he thought he was scared, patted Leng Feng on the shoulder, and comforted: "It's okay, listen to the sound at least forty or fifty kilometers, it's quite far away from us, don't worry." ”

"But I've got to calm down these black dudes, and don't bring in the rebels again......"

He Jianguo held the teapot and turned around to go down.

……

"Boom-"

There was another muffled sound.

Leng Feng's expression changed instantly, and he grabbed He Jianguo and said in a deep voice: "Old squad leader!" This satellite phone is handed over to you! You can contact Ambassador Fan directly! Tomorrow morning's plane, be sure to take Dr. Chen and our compatriots out! ”

"I have other tasks that I have to leave now!"

"If Ambassador Fan asks me about the situation, you can tell him that I have gone to find the 'Grim Reaper'!"

The direction from which the sound of artillery fire came was the direction of St. Fran's Huazi Hospital!

Now that the situation at the Chinese-owned factory has become clear, Dr. Chen and the Chinese at the Chinese-owned factory will converge, and a United Nations rescue plane will arrive tomorrow morning, so there is basically no need to worry about the situation.

But the mission on the side of the "Grim Reaper" is not yet complete.

In particular, the Grim Reaper is the younger brother of his comrade-in-arms......

……

……

St. Fran's Chinese Hospital.

Several tanks rampaged through the slums, crushing all the way to the gate of the Chinese-funded hospital.

Boom –

Boom –

The hospital was reduced to rubble in an instant.

The mercenary commander "Daddy" stood next to the tank with a kind of elite, his expression relaxed, but the gun in his hand remained in a posture that could shoot immediately.

"Little Son, we meet again......"

As soon as it arrived, a familiar, terrifying voice suddenly sounded in the rear of the tank.

Really!

The commander, codenamed "Daddy", turned pale, quickly turned around, and the gun in his hand instantly spat out tongues of fire, and bullets vented out, shooting in the direction of the sound.

……

"Alas...... Not friendly at all......"

A dark shadow slowly appeared from behind "Daddy", patted him on the shoulder, and harvested the head of his right-hand man, the cockroach.

Before it could turn around, it quickly melted into the darkness and vanished.

“FUCK！

！ ”

“Reaper！ Come out! Get out!

！ ”

Reaper, this is the mercenary, or the name of Johnson in the whole Western country, the full name is Grim reaper, which means the skeletal death in a black cloak.

But Johnson didn't like the title at all.

He always felt like these guys were thinking of him as a rapper.

……

"Xiao son, bring a message to the master behind you, I will go to harvest his head on Christmas Eve, and let him wash his neck and don't dirty my sickle......"

Qiao Shan's voice flickered left and right, ethereal.

The commander "Daddy" suddenly changed his face, and he didn't have time to curse anymore, so he hurriedly beckoned his men to get into the tank and the armed off-road vehicle.

He finally realized that he had come at a bad time.

The night is the world of death......

“go！ go！ ”

"Daddy" gave the order and began to retreat, and the tank car fell backwards......

Only when he sees the power of the "Grim Reaper" does he know what he is facing, and no one will laugh at him for his retreat, because everyone knows that this is the only way to live......

……

Qiao Shan stood at the door of the hospital ruins.

The medical kit in his hand was empty, so he simply used it as a stool and sat down.

Smoke, fire, ruins......

Under the starlight sky, the black shadow is like a standing sculpture......

……

A pickup truck is speeding up.

Here comes the cold front.