Chapter 13 I don't want all the heroic name in this life

Only then did the wounded soldier scream at Zhan Xiage, probably something like "He is the enemy". Zhan Xiage looked at the bag of plasma that was already hanging on the dagger, and he felt bitter in his mouth. He led thousands of thugs and terrorists to race on the street just now. There were indeed too many people who remembered his face.

Zhan Xiage took out something from his pocket, threw it at the wounded soldier and shouted wildly: "Call, yell, yell, yell, yell, yell!"

The wounded soldier only saw a black one with a long handful of things, happily flipping over the little ones, drew a beautiful small arc in the air, constantly magnifying in front of his eyes, and then he heard a sudden "grin" sound on his head, and an absolute darkness completely submerged him.

In this world, it is impossible to calculate the number of people who were killed by the enemy with a grenade, but there were probably not many people who were thrown by a grenade at a distance of more than ten meters.

Looking at the grenade that was stained with red, white liquid and steaming, circling around the ground, everyone in the hospital hall rushed down after a second surprise.

A thug lying on the ground covering his head with his hands suddenly felt something that was sticky and cold, and rolled to his hand. He looked through the gap between his arms. His heart almost paused in an instant. He opened his mouth wide, looking at the grenade that was about to die and rolled to his side, and suddenly let out a very sharp high decibel scream: "Ah..."

The thug's scream suddenly stopped because he suddenly discovered that the grenade that had rolled to him did not pull the fuse!

Zhan Xiage looked at the thug who had experienced a great sorrow and joy in his life in just a few dozen seconds. Now he couldn't tell what he was in. He actually picked up the grenade and raised the ak47 automatic rifle in his hand and shot it with a single shot.

At the same time, Ya Jie'er, who had been lying honestly on the hand-pushing ambulance, turned over and jumped up, picked up the AK automatic rifle she had placed at her hand, and shot a series of rebel soldiers who were lying on the ground and quietly lifting their weapons.

Zhan Xia Ge rushed over like a flying dragon, and put the dagger inserted into the wall, and the bag before he could enter the plasma bag in Yajie'er's body, and stuffed it into his arms. He shouted wildly: "Jie'er, lie on my back and fight out with me!"

When the two people rushed out of the hospital gate, Zhan Xiage suddenly turned around, held up the AK automatic rifle in his hand, and suddenly pulled the trigger at the grenade that he had already thrown into the hospital. Amid the crisp single-shot sound of the AK automatic rifle, balls of smoke suddenly soared from all positions in the hospital. When those professional soldiers finally rushed out of the hospital gate, Zhan Xiage had already withdrawn from the battlefield with Yajie'er on his back, and I don't know where he ran.

In the next three hours, Zhan Xiage finally knew what a betrayal dog was! He kept running away with Yajie'er on his back, constantly looking for any place to provide treatment for Yajie'er. He found even the smallest street clinic from the hospital, but the ones greeted him were professional soldiers who had been prepared, all of which were bullets. Later, when the gunshots sounded, a large number of armed thugs and rebels would swarm from all sides.

Zhan Xiage could only keep searching and running, and he couldn't even explain it himself. In three hours, he fought with several groups of enemies. He took Yajie'er several times and used the most embarrassing movements to escape from the battle.

Zhan Xiage played the most disgraceful escapee in battles again and again. When he was charging, he carried Yajie'er behind his back. When he was running, he hugged Yajie'er tightly in his arms. The enemy was shouting and yelling at Zhan Xiage, a guy who could almost be called an escape expert. Several thugs who dared to catch up with the street with wooden sticks in their hands, Yajie'er who was hugging Zhan Xiage in his arms, thrust his lower abdomen hard and made a series of the most obscene moves. Seeing Yajie'er lying in his arms, his face turned red with anger. Zhan Xiage didn't even dare to look back at this time.

Zhan Xiage was not afraid of death, but he was really afraid to see Yajie'er die in front of him, looking at the women on the street who were gang-raped to death, and watching them die with their eyes open, those empty eyes that seemed to still be silently accusing God of injustice. Zhan Xiage only felt a chill surge from the deepest part of his heart. He could not imagine how painful his life would face if he completely lost his combat power and Yajie'er fell into the hands of those thugs who had long lost their humanity!

It was those pairs of eyes and those tragic scenes that completely inspired the potential of War Heroes, forcing him to escape constantly.

Zhan Xiage suddenly felt his knees soft and he couldn't help but kneel heavily on the hard floor. A burst of scorching pain came from his knees. Without checking his wounds, Zhan Xiage knew that his own body and Ya Jie'er's weight, the power formed by the combination of the two had already been slightly injured in his knees. Zhan Xiage closed his mouth tightly, stood up straight without saying a word, and continued to run wildly.

Without a car, riding in a car will only become the target of public criticism. Zhan Xiage is relying on his hands and legs to escape constantly with Yajieer. If we only calculate the distance he ran, he had already been seriously injured and hugged Yajieer for at least fifty kilometers!

"Bang!"

Zhan Xiage hugged Ya Jie'er and rushed into a church that looked familiar with medieval castle style. He kicked open the church door and rushed into the church hall. Zhan Xiage straightened his neck and suddenly let out a roar: "Someone hasn't, come and save my Jie'er!"

The church was empty, maybe today was not Sunday, or maybe it was because of the war, even the clergy scattered like birds and beasts, and no one came out to help War Heroes.

After shouting in one sentence, Zhan Xiage, who had been fighting endlessly for four hours, ran away without drinking a sip of water, and had not replenished any calories, pain, grief and anxiety, had already squeezed out the last trace of potential of his body, finally weakened his knees and fell heavily to the ground again.

Looking at Yajie'er, who was lying in his arms, because the wounds of his body were not completely treated and bleeding constantly and lost his power, Zhan Xiage raised his head and looked at the statue of God standing in front of him. Facing his eyes full of sympathy and forgiveness, he let out a cry of sorrow: "Please, if you are really God, if you really have boundless magic power, please save my Jie'er, she is really going to die!"

Yajie'er, who was quietly lying in Zhan Xiage's arms, felt her nose sore. She knew that at this time, Zhan Xiage really tried all her strength. Otherwise, with Zhan Xiage's strength and pride, he would never be able to make a plea to a statue of god without any perception or life.

Of course, the statue of God would not answer the song of War Xia. He still stared quietly with his peaceful and kind eyes, kneeling straight in front of him, his whole body covered with smoke and blood, and he also brought a mother and a man with a girl of only six years old in his hand.

"Do you think I'm wrong, too?"

At this time, Zhan Xiage struggled to stand up. He pointed at the statue and shouted wildly: "Do you think I did something wrong? If you are really an omnipotent god, then please tell me why I want to protect my life and the life of my most beloved woman is wrong? The little girl suddenly rushed to me. When I realized it, I had instinctively kicked her into the enemy's gun. I sacrificed her life, but I saved the lives of everyone in the room. Am I wrong?! Should I foolishly use my body to hit his gun and fight to the death. I am right and right? But I am also alone, I also have thoughts and hopes, and I also want to live well and stay with my beloved woman for the rest of my life!"

Suddenly outside the church window, in the sky with a trace of haze, a blue electric snake quickly passed by the dark clouds, pulling out a brilliant light that was so bright that it could almost illuminate the entire universe. Then, carrying the power of the natural power of heaven and earth, it blasted into the ears of everyone in this chaotic world. Under the blue light, the statue of the god standing on the divine platform that had been smiling seemed to be alive at this moment! His calm and loving eyes stared at the War Heroes standing in front of him proudly, and a nearly mocking smile flashed in his eyes.

Zhan Xiage tilted his head and looked at the statue of god that was ruthlessly calm and dull as if he was judging all the sins in this world. A terrible premonition that he was about to lose Yajie'er suddenly hit Zhan Xiage. Zhan Xiage's knees softened and he fell to his knees in front of the statue again.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong! I admit that I was quibbling to you. If it was not the little girl who was blocking me at that time, but my Jie'er, even instinctively, I would rather use my own body to face the bullets than kick her into the enemy's gun."

Zhan Xiage shouted sadly: "I know I am too arrogant. I have never taken 'God' seriously in my life. I always think that my life is up to me and not to heaven. I know that my hands are bloody. I know that I kill countless people. If God wants to punish me, I will punish me, but... why do you want to take away my woman and take away all the feelings I love the most and most unscathed in this world!"

Big tears kept flowing out of Zhan Xiage's tiger eyes and fell heavily on Ya Jie'er's face. Listening to Zhan Xiage's confession, Ya Jie'er was really shocked. She finally couldn't help but stretch out her hand and gently wiped away the tears that had passed on Zhan Xiage's cheeks with her blood-filled sleeves.

Zhan Xiage was respected by Li Xiangshang. In just eleven years, he was designated as the successor to the next principal of the Fifth Special Forces because he had the best qualities of a soldier's firmness, loyalty and courage. In any case, he could shine with the dual brilliance of spirit and actual leader, and everyone around him walked towards victory step by step. Looking around the world, she was the only one who could kneel down in front of a statue of god without any consciousness and life.

Zhan Xiage looked at the statue of the god standing above his head with tears in his eyes. He sat there silently, allowing his grievance, his anxiety, and his anger to gush out little by little with tears.

However, after all, Zhan Xia Ge is Zhan Xia Ge, after all, Zhan Xia Ge is the Fifth Special Force, the most powerful and outstanding soldier! When his tears finally dried up little by little, and the wind pouring in outside the window was blown dry, the strong and firm light, together with his physical strength, slowly gathered in his eyes and body.

"Xia Ge..." Yajie'er looked around at the decorations in the church and said in a little surprised: "Have you noticed it? This church looks familiar."

"Well!" Zhan Xiage's heart felt absurd and he whispered: "This was the church where I would personally wear a wedding diamond ring for you this afternoon; someone should have sprinkled flowers on us here. When I finally put the diamond ring on your hand, there should be a burst of warm applause, sending blessings to our future life."

Yajie'er was really stunned. The impermanence and coincidence of the world are really incredible.

Zhan Xiage suddenly put Yajieer gently on the ground. He struggled to get up and walked step by step to the statue. He actually placed a grenade at the feet of the statue. Then every time he took two steps, he placed a grenade. When he finally retreated to Yajieer, he just placed all the grenades around him on the ground and lined up in a neat row. At first glance, he even felt like he was playing bowling.

Zhan Xiage gently picked up Yajie'er's head and put it on his thigh. Then he grabbed the ak47 automatic rifle that had been thrown on the ground again. Facing Yajie'er's puzzled gaze, Zhan Xiage leaned on the ak automatic rifle with one hand, pulled up the bolt with a "slam" and said in a deep voice: "I'm right!"

"When I take off my military uniform and temporarily get rid of my military status, I am an ordinary person. I don't want to pretend to be noble. In order to protect my woman, I have to work hard to make myself survive! Even if I become a demon, even if I kill God and kill Buddha, I will do whatever I can! The little girl suddenly rushed out. If I avoid her, as long as the thug pulls the trigger of the weapon in my hand, all of us will definitely die!"

Zhan Xiage suddenly raised his head, stared at the statue of the god above his head, and shouted wildly: "I am a man, my nature is attack! From this time, I will no longer beg for your mercy. When the moment my beloved woman closes her eyes forever, I will detonate the grenade under my feet, and then we will be done together! In this world, there are no gods and demons, and people die like a lamp, so we will naturally be over. If we die, we really find that there is another world, and there is really a god like you who thinks you can dominate our lives. I don't want to bet on my reputation in this life. I will recruit my brothers who died in another world to chase you until the end of the sea, until the mark of my soul and you, the high god, disappear completely between this world!"

Speaking of this, the fierce murderous aura climbed wildly from Zhan Xiage. At this time, although Zhan Xiage was seriously injured and had almost no strength to stand up, his arrogant and domineering aura that looked down on the world seemed to be covered with a layer of light, making Ya Jie'er feel dizzy and almost unable to do so.

At this moment, Zhan Xiage suddenly held up the automatic rifle in his hand, stared at a corner of the hall, and shouted wildly: "Who?!"

"Oh, young people nowadays! They cry and bow to God, and then use guns, knives and kills. They turn against each other faster than reading books. What do you think of God as?"

In a calm sigh, a small door in the left corner of the hall was pushed open. The first thing Zhan Xiage and Yajieer saw was a lit candle. Immediately afterwards, they saw an old pastor wearing a black priest's robe, with a holy brilliance against the candlelight, looking like an old pastor who looked about fifty years old.

The old pastor stepped over the row of grenades put out by Zhan Xia Ge with a plain face, walked to Zhan Xia Ge, and looked at Zhan Xia Ge with a compassionate expression and said, "Sinner, do you really think that our omnipotent God will be scared by your threat? In front of him, your life is as humble as an ant, and your intimidation is as ridiculous as a mantis that raises its arms in the face of a chariot."

Zhan Xiage and Ya Jie'er must admit that the old priest speaks Chinese very well, and he can even speak the inner meaning of the idiom "mantis the chariot when he is armed".

"I may not be able to intimidate your omnipotent God," Zhan Xiage's eyes narrowed gently at this time, and he said calmly: "But I can at least threaten some servants who have not gained enough power from God. At least... whether it is a living person or a corpse blowing, there is finally something that can move and has walked in front of me by myself!"
Chapter completed!