Chapter 22 Human nature. Beast nature

The mercenary captain widened his eyes and asked carefully: "What do you think you can use to eliminate four enemies holding automatic weapons at the same time?"

Zhan Xiage picked up a shrapnel that was one foot long and half foot wide from the ice ditch, and said coldly: "When you fire grenades and the so-called 'elites' who have never really been on the battlefield, I will rush out and drop a bomb first to kill the terrorists holding the AK47 automatic rifle, which may pose a fatal threat to me. Then I will use this shrapnel to kill the grenadiers who rushed to the front, and carry steel beads and grenades on their backs, and get enough equipment from him."

The mercenary captain looked at Zhan Xiage up and down, and left and right until he felt so distressed that he asked in confusion: "Do you still have a bomb?"

The Warrior Singer stretched out and slowly exposed a bomb connected to a one-meter-long detonation line from the sleeves of his military uniform. He said spontaneously: "This is my 'glorious bomb'. Now I will ask them to be glorious for me! I am not a religious fanatic. Who would be willing to catch up with me and die if I can't die?!"

Looking at the "Glorious Bang" in the hands of Zhan Xiage, the mercenary captain couldn't help but take a breath. After a long time, he covered his head and moaned weakly: "My God, I heard that you Chinese soldiers have the tradition of leaving yourself the last bullet or the last grenade on the battlefield. But is this explosive used as a "Glorious Bang"?! You clearly have to bring a large group of people to accompany you to die!"

Zhan Xiage said, "This is called dying even if you die, it will make them stunned! I can't leave my body to them, so that they can have a chance to whip the corpse and vent their anger, right?"

The mercenary captain covered his head and sighed, "I am convinced! I really dare to swear by my mother's name now. I will never think about running to the territory of you Chinese to eat and eat. You clearly show that every Chinese soldier can be transformed into a self-destructing soldier that only terrorists can be found! I heard that you Chinese also like to pay attention to the issue of "face". If you really get angry and get angry, you will send a small army composed of perverts like you to chase the world. Anyone who has money but has no life to spend it?!"

Zhan Xiage nodded faintly and said in a deep voice: "Join to kill these enemies, and then I will return to my own position. You can find a way to escape from this battlefield by yourself! If you want to avenge your team members, and after you have solved the enemy in front of you, we will fight again!"

The mercenary captain's eyes lit up. He looked at Zhan Xiage straight and shouted: "We are mercenaries. They all died in the battle on the battlefield. We will not have any complaints, let alone take revenge! After destroying those fish, I will withdraw from the battlefield immediately. There is an old saying in China, called "A gentleman's word..."

"Hand a quick whip!"

Zhan Xiage stretched out his hand and slapped his hand in the air with a big hand. The two of them felt the explosive power contained in each other's bodies. At this time, a soldier from China's fifth special force and an international first-class mercenary captain, facing strong pressure, finally threw away his prejudices in the shortest time and established an offensive and defensive alliance.

The mercenary captain stood up suddenly, and the fourteen terrorists on the opposite side widened their eyes. Before they could figure out what was going on, a roar suddenly came from the Amsko mgl400mm grenade launcher in the hand of the mercenary captain, and a large group of smoke rose from the three "xx" terrorists moving forward in the shape of the font.

Before a group of terrorists could wake up from the sudden blow, they suddenly saw the Chinese soldier who had just fought to death with the hired captain and jumped up. He raised his hand and a long, flat, black, heavy metal block, which was almost half-hearted in the air, turning beautiful small arcs, jumping towards them happily.

"Pu"

The black metal block fell in front of several terrorists. They stretched their necks together and looked at the quiet lying on the ground curiously. There was a small lamp lit up and down there, and a flashing little play. Suddenly, a senior terrorist who stayed in the Afghan terrorist base camp for a few more days and had rich experience in terrorist activities let out a hysterical scream: "Oh my God, this is the Black Sorkin explosive!"

"boom!"

Even the earth trembled violently, a ball of gunpowder mixed with the flesh and blood of two terrorists, rolling and rising up to 14 or 5 meters high before it drifted with the strong northwest wind. The power of this small black Sorkin explosive was no less than the bomb dropped by the Chinese army just now. As the gunpowder filled with gunpowder, Zhan Xiage supported his hands and shot out like lightning. The terrorist walking in the front, with grenades and explosives hanging on his body had not yet figured out what was going on. A shrapnel that was more than one foot long and half a foot wide stabbed into his neck. Zhan Xiage tried his best to pull it, and severely cut the terrorist's neck artery and the trachea.

The hot blood was sprayed out from the terrorist's neck at a terrible speed of 83.5 milliliters per second. He stretched out his hand in vain to cover his wound, but could he cover it? He opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout something, but his trachea had been cut by Zhan Xiage, and his lungs kept swelling, but besides being able to squeeze out a few "huoqi" sounds from the cut trachea, what else could he shout?!

The hot blood splattered Zhan Xiage's face. Zhan Xiage widened his eyes desperately, enduring the stinging pain caused by the blood rushing into his eyes. He pulled the bloody shrapnel in his hand, but the shrapnel was subconsciously grabbed by the terrorist whose artery was cut. Zhan Xiage twisted his backhand suddenly, and the shrapnel with a large piece of blood flower, and a blood hole as big as a bowl on the terrorist's neck. In the middle, the two twisted fingers of the terrorist were mixed, and they fell one after another.

Before Zhan Xiage could draw his pistol from the terrorist, he suddenly heard a panic scream less than fifteen meters to his left, and then he heard the unique explosion of the ak47 rifle. Zhan Xiage grabbed the terrorist who had almost been beheaded by him in front of him, and more than a dozen gorgeous blood flowers suddenly splashed from the terrorist who had no hope of survival.

The ak47 bullet, known for its strong close-range firepower suppression, pierced the terrorist's body. Zhan Xiage only felt a burst of pain coming from his chest as if he was hit by a fist. God knows how many bullets he was hit in an instant! Zhan Xiage widened his eyes and pushed the corpse in front of him that had been beaten to pieces and rushed forward.

The ak47 rifle aimed at him and kept firing. The corpse in front of him kept shattering and bursting with blood. Suddenly, the corpse made a "pop" sound. The head that was soft and hanging around his neck was actually broken by several rifle bullets. The red and white sticky liquid splashed everywhere, and the bullet hit the bullet in the chest. Zhan Xiage, who couldn't help but breathe with his mouth, felt a strange and extremely sweet fishy sound from his mouth. His tongue was involuntarily rolling, feeling a slippery, wet and gentle touch. God knew something was flying into his mouth.

Zhan Xiage couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable tumbling in his stomach, but in this case, he would definitely die if he vomited!

Zhan Xiage suddenly let out a wild wolf-like howl, and the thing that splashed into his mouth, and the gastric juice that had already rushed to his throat and swallowed it back into his stomach! At the same time, he grabbed the shrapnel in his hand and tried his best to stab the corpse in front of him that had been swept into a ragged by the ak47 rifle.

"Crazy..."

The ribs on the chest of the corpse were almost broken by bullets. Zhan Xiage tightly held the shrapnel's right hand and punched his chest! The terrorist who had just shot thirty bullets in the magazine and was busy changing the magazine suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Zhan Xiage's shrapnel that stabbed into his chest through a corpse.

Zhan Xiage grabbed the shrapnel and twisted his hand hard. He could clearly hear the terrifying sound of shrapnel rubbing against the ribs in the chest of the terrorist carrying the ak47 rifle. He could clearly feel the feeling of the sting of the broken ribs after he passed through the chest of the corpse in front of him.

Zhan Xiage desperately twisted the shrapnel in his hand, trying hard to expand the wound in the other party's body.

"brush……"

A bayonet suddenly passed through the corpse in front of him, rubbing Zhan Xiage's ears and lifted it up. It turned out that it was the terrorist who was carrying the AK47 rifle in his hand, lifted out the bayonet on the rifle and stabbed it back! Zhan Xiage stretched out his left hand to grab the AK rifle's barrel that was still hot and covered with blood. He loosened the shrapnel that had already penetrated deep into the enemy's body and quickly removed the bayonet on the AK47 rifle. Then he widened his eyes and grabbed the bayonet. Through this body that had been stabbed by them and was slammed into the air, he stabbed it hard again!

Just as the bayonet was sinking into the terrorist's body again, Zhan Xiage raised his head and shouted wildly: "Fuck you, hurry up!"

Tears were also sprayed uncontrollably from Zhan Xiage's eyes that had been splashed with blood and brains. Zhan Xiage really didn't know that he would still cry on the battlefield... again!

Several terrorists who were completely frightened in the face of this tragic bloody battle that had exceeded the scope of human beings' tolerance finally woke up like a dream and raised the rifle in their hands. However, before they could pull the trigger, a large area of ​​smoke and shrapnel mixed with the hot metal breath suddenly exploded in front of them.

The mercenary captain held the grenade launcher and shouted wildly: "What the hell are you stupid, Chinese boy? Hurry up and grab the gun! If you want to vomit and cry, you have to wait to kill these paparazzi first!"

Three grenades were shot in vain. The mercenary captain picked up the "ground-to-ground missile" modified by Zhan Xiage. Regardless of the trigger, another terrorist fell into a pool of blood. However, the bloody battle on their local battlefield had attracted the attention of other terrorists. A machine gunner turned his hand and used a light machine gun in his hand. A series of bullets hit the ice ditch. The mercenary captain lay in the ice ditch. At this time, he was really unarmed. He straightened his neck and shouted: "Chinese boy, gun!"

"Bang!"

A blood-stained ak47 was thrown into the ice ditch with force. The mercenary captain crawled over and picked up the ak rifle and jumped up to shoot at the light machine gun, but he immediately used a more embarrassed movement to lie back into the ice ditch. He stretched out his neck and shouted angrily: "Fuck, if I want a gun, you will give me an empty gun and give me a bullet!"

The War Hero singer stretched out and passed through the corpse in front of him, and pulled a row of magazines from the second corpse that he stabbed with shrapnel and then stabbed hard. When he came back with them, the magazine was stuck in the chest of the corpse. Zhan Xiage stared at the bloodshot and tears, and looked at the corpse with no human shape in front of him, which had a thick white bones everywhere, and raised his big feet and kicked hard.

"Crazy..."

The body, which was shot by thirty AK rifle bullets, was repeatedly punched by Zhan Xiage and stabbed back and forth by a bayonet, finally completely collapsed. With Zhan Xiage's kick with all his strength, the body that had broken his head was actually kicked off in the waist. Zhan Xiage grabbed a bullet bag with a broken rib stuck on it, and threw it into the ice ditch regardless of it.

"Wow……"

The one who fell to the ground and vomited desperately was the one who stood at the end of the team, who had already vowed to sacrifice for the "holy war", his whole body was covered with explosives, and he was supposed to rush up to die with Zhan Xia Ge. Faced with a monster like Zhan Xia Ge, whose body was covered with blood, covered with human flesh and internal organs smashed by bullets, his whole body was trembling constantly. While vomiting, he screamed: "He is a devil, he is a devil, he is a devil!"

This "jihad" religious fan wanted to escape, but it was not until this time that he realized that his legs were no longer strong!

He was so scared that his whole body was weak! He shook off the pistol in his hand, grabbed the snow in front of him in vain, and moved his body forward little by little. He just wanted to stay away from this murderous demon king. He just wanted to stay away from this Shura demon king who had just been stripped by him and had no human form!

The sound of the ak rifle shooting sounded in the ice ditch, and the sound of the light machine gun fired quickly disappeared. The mercenary captain carried the Ak47 automatic rifle that was pulled out of the corpse's chest with the War Heroes song. Two bloody magazines were inserted into the belt and jumped out of the ice ditch. He raised his wrist slightly, and two shells were shot out from the automatic rifle. The religious fanatic who was already scared, frightened, and frightened, fell to the ground with his big eyes. In fact, this might be a better ending for him, and it would be better than after he was scared, he would be crazy all his life and spend his whole life foolishly in fear.

In fact, a self-destructing soldier who is ready to sacrifice his life for religion and bound explosives to die with the enemy for the "holy war" is so timid, which shows that he cannot be regarded as a pure "holy war" elite!

Zhan Xiage picked up six or seven grenades covered with amazing lethality from the pile of blood and flesh in front of him, and hung them one by one on his body with mechanical and wooden movements. Then he picked out a pistol and two magazines from the pile of blood and flesh.

The mercenary captain picked up an AK47 rifle from a messy battlefield and stuffed it into Zhan Xiage's hand with several magazines. Seeing his M9 multi-functional saber and Zhan Xiage's Tiger-Tooth Fighting Saber lying not far away, he ran over and picked up the two sabers and his M11 self-defense pistols, and threw the Tiger-Tooth Saber back to Zhan Xiage.

Seeing Zhan Xiage still squatting between the pile of blood and flesh, the mercenary captain suddenly reached out and slapped Zhan Xiage on the shoulder hard.

"Rookie is a rookie," the mercenary captain snorted coldly: "On the battlefield, you either die or I die. Only those who survive are the real winners. I have never seen the winners, and will cry foolishly at the body of the loser! If you have this time, you might as well open your eyes and pay more attention to the surroundings to see if there are any bullets that will shoot at you!"

"I know the battlefield is cruel. I know that soldiers will kill people if they want to survive. They will keep killing enemies who will shoot themselves!" Zhan Xiage whispered: "But we are humans after all, not... wild beasts! I killed people to be able to see my beloved woman again and see my father again. But the people I killed should also have their beloved women and their own families!"

"What about your comrades? Do they have their own family or their beloved women?" The mercenary captain pointed to the small hill guarded by the Chinese troops hundreds of meters away. His quiet and cold voice seemed to hit the ground first, and then reflected into Zhan Xiage's ears: "I have learned something from the battlefield long ago. Pity for such things is only a powerful political sect that is qualified to use and embellish his cruelty and cruelty. If a soldier has such things, then get out of the battlefield as soon as possible, because a soldier who cannot face death with the calmest attitude and even begins to be rude to the enemy will not only kill himself, but also drag down his comrades!"

"Please pay attention to one thing," the mercenary captain emphasized his tone and shouted in Zhan Xiage's ear: "Now your army is surrounded by enemies that are ten times more than one's own. You lack bullets and first aid medicines. With the limited support of your Air Force, you can't support until reinforcements arrive! You are at an absolute disadvantage now, what qualifications do you have to show your pity and hypocrisy as a strong man to face a corpse?! At that time, you might as well open your eyes wide and see clearly the scene of your comrades finishing the last bullet and trying the last little strength, and being swarmed by thousands of terrorists and dismembering them!"

Zhan Xiage turned his head and widened his eyes hard. More than a thousand terrorists who had just been frightened by six Chinese Air Force bombings have barely gathered together under the leadership of some leaders and Afghan guerrillas. In front of more than twenty light machine guns, machine gunners and ammunition players have been re-assigned. Even if these new machine gunners were all a group of rookies who only knew to pull the trigger with their eyes closed, the firepower net formed by these more than twenty light machine guns is a terrible force that must not be underestimated for Chinese troops that lack the necessary shelter.

"I think your comrades-in-arms should be the time when you need your strength the most and support!" The mercenary captain reached out and pressed Zhan Xiage's head and said gently: "Go, no matter what, I hope that you, a child who gave me too many surprises, can go out alive from this war! To use what you said to me at the beginning, you are fighting for the brothers who are eating in the same pot, for the dignity of the three million soldiers in China, and for the 140 million brothers and sisters in China, and for the sake of them, you cannot be scared by an enemy you have eliminated by yourself!"

A flat Russian silver wine pot was taken out from his arms, and the mercenary captain turned the lid and sent it to Zhan Xiage, saying, "This is a pure Russian vodka, not a good wine, but it is strong and tasty, and it is a real man's wine! Do you want to have a sip?!"

The mellow and violent aroma of wine echoed in front of Zhan Xiage's nose. Zhan Xiage suddenly reached out to grab the wine pot, and tilted his neck hard in front of the mercenary captain, and poured most of the pot of wine into his stomach. Vodka, a strong wine that existed purely to keep the cold and was regarded as indifferent by the upper class, was sharp like the Siberian cold wind, and with the unique enthusiasm of the Russians, rushed into Zhan Xiage's stomach and crashed into his heart. A fierce fire burned from Zhan Xiage's blood, and instantly burned his face red.

Zhan Xiage wiped the corner of his mouth, threw the wine pot back to the mercenary captain, and shouted: "What a good wine!"

"In the words of the Chinese, you are also a hero!" The mercenary captain stretched out his hand and threw the silver wine pot to Zhan Xiage, saying, "Even if this wine pot is a gift from me, I will never step into China's territory again from now on. As the elite of China's special forces, you will not appear on the battlefield of South African mercenaries. I think you and I have used swords and played with their lives and faced strong enemies together. I am afraid that there will be no chance to meet again in my life!"

"While other guys have not regarded me as an enemy, I have to escape first!" The mercenary captain carried an AK47 rifle on his shoulder, and waved to Zhan Xiage as he walked: "I will remember you, a Chinese soldier who surprised me! As for my name, if one day you really go to South Africa, as long as I am not dead, you should find me with someone called 'South African Flying Tiger'!"

The blood was stimulated by alcohol and started to burn again, Zhan Xiage stood up from the blood stain, and he smiled and said, "Okay, then remember, when one day you know a man named Fang is looking for you, that is, I ran to South Africa!"
Chapter completed!