"Cough cough cough..." A violent cough came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. He struggled to hold up his body, wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his tinnitus head and grabbed the blade beside him.

Blade's back was covered with shrapnel that had entered his body, and was bright red. Blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth. His face was pale and pale, and he fell into a severe coma.

"Ouch..." Omo's howling voice came, and he set up the heavy machine gun with half of his body curled up.

The sickle hand was lying on the ground and twitching. The severe internal injuries made it impossible for him to recover for a while.

"Swart, are you still alive?" Zhao Ziyang made a shrill voice.

They won't survive this time, they will all die on this mountain.

"I'm not dead even if you die..." Swart's weak voice came from the other side of the mountain. Although he is not dead, he is not far away from death.

Zhao Ziyang, who heard Swart's voice, quickly turned over and saw the golden-faced Swart leaning there, covering the wound on his right chest, with his lower abdomen almost penetrated by a shrapnel.

"Be patient, be patient, don't fall asleep, stay awake." Zhao Ziyang supported Swart and made him lie down more comfortably.

"Give me another shot of morphine..." Swart asked Zhao Ziyang with twisted cheeks.

"No, you can't use morphine anymore." Seeing the morphine syringe remaining on the ground, Zhao Ziyang refused.

The use of morphine on the battlefield is based on a certain dose and must not be used in excess. It is true that morphine can provide analgesia, but over-injection will make people become addicts after the war.

"Will you fucking give it to me!" Swart grabbed Zhao Ziyang's neck and roared with blazing eyes: "You yellow-skinned pig, I want morphine, I want morphine!"

Looking at the defenders who had climbed halfway up the mountain, Zhao Ziyang took out a bottle of morphine and injected Swart with a painful look on his face.

He is going to die, so let Swart be more comfortable.

Swart became more energetic after injecting the second dose of morphine. He immediately opened his first aid kit, took out another dose of morphine and injected it into himself.

"Uh..." Swart, who had been injected with three doses of morphine in a row, groaned in pain, his head shaking hard, and a stream of foam mixed with blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. It took a while to stop.

With a "pop", the shrapnel in the abdomen was pulled out by Swart. Blood spurted out and spattered on Zhao Ziyang's body.

"Idiot, what are you still doing?" Swart opened his mouth and cursed Zhao Ziyang.

"Fuck, you're an idiot!" Zhao Ziyang yelled back at Swart, and immediately wrapped Swart's wound tightly with a bandage.

The bandage didn't work at all and could only squeeze the wound together.

Swart held the sniper rifle in his hand. He lay down again and aimed at the defender mercenaries who continued to climb up with the help of rocks.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, and a sniper warhead roared towards the vampire.

The vampire who had just stepped out from behind a rock was shot in the shoulder. He flew backwards and hit a rock hard.

The colonel and others who were under constant sniping immediately used rocks to hide themselves firmly, and several sniper rifles simultaneously fired at the place where Swart lay.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Rocks splashed and Swart was forced to lower his head.

"Uh..." The painful sound of the sickle's hand came from the top of the mountain. After he got up, he continued to press his back against the bulletproof steel plate.

The blood stained his chest completely red, and blood was still flowing down from the corners of his mouth. There were no external injuries, and all the scythe hands were internal injuries.

Looking at the miserable appearance of his people, Zhao Ziyang almost went crazy. Are they going to die here? No, they can't die, at least a few must survive!

A crazy look that was exactly like that of a wild beast filled Zhao Ziyang's eyes, making him look like his whole body was on fire.

Climbing to the south side of the mountain, Zhao Ziyang grabbed Omo's belt, stared at Omo with crazy and wild eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Listen, shoot all the bullets in one breath, and then prepare to lead them to retreat from the back mountain.

Don’t let your mother say no, this is an order, an order given to you by me, Zhao Ziyang!”

"Yes!" Omo looked into Zhao Ziyang's crazy eyes, answered loudly, and then pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da..." The heavy machine guns, mixed with all the anger of Zhao Ziyang and others, roared and swept towards the Norwegian army that had crossed a distance of 800 meters to the south.

The warhead made a screaming sound and penetrated into the fragile flesh of each body, ruthlessly tearing them apart with its own claws and teeth.

Puffs of blood exploded in the air, and the Norwegian soldiers were shrouded in anger and stopped in their tracks.

"Keng..." The last cartridge case slipped off, and there was no more ammunition.

At this time, Zhao Ziyang took off his coat, tied all the grenade explosives to his body, then put on his clothes, pulled out a piece of white cloth, picked it up with a rifle and waved it in the wind.

"I surrender!" Zhao Ziyang shouted out the voice of surrender, slowly stood up with a white flag, glanced south and then walked towards the defenders in the north.

"I surrender!" The voice came out again, and Zhao Ziyang raised his hands high and walked down the mountain with a firm look on his face.

"Damn it, special soldier, are you crazy?" Swart scolded Zhao Ziyang fiercely and wanted to pull him, but his seriously injured body could not move.

"I'm not crazy!" Zhao Ziyang said to Swart without turning his head: "I joined the Lurkers just for revenge. Here is the leader of the Lurkers. Do you think I can let go of such a good opportunity? Fuck you.

Uncle Swart, I feel bad when I see you. Remember to get me a bottle of good wine during traditional Chinese festivals."

"Fuck You! Fuck You!" Swart cursed angrily, watching helplessly as the Chinese man he had always rejected walked down.

"Omo, why didn't you stop him, you bastard?" Swart turned his anger on Omo, with tongues of fire spitting out of his eyes.

Omo tied the blade to himself, supported the sickle hand, and said calmly: "Swart, this is the special forces. No, this is the order given to me by the boss. He wants us to live."

Omo, who looks simple and reckless, actually knows Zhao Ziyang's thoughts better than anyone else. What this Chinese special forces soldier strives for is revenge. Even if he perishes with his enemies, he still lives among his former comrades.

Zhao Ziyang walked toward the defender with a relaxed smile on his face. He was not afraid that the other party would shoot him. The other party must know who he was and that he would be useful to the defender.

His eyes were fixed on the colonel. He had seen this face in the mirage of Lop Nur. He was an old acquaintance and would never forget it.

The defenders did not fire, however. The colonel stared at Zhao Ziyang who was walking down. The light from his eyes swept across his body over and over again, and finally stopped on Zhao Ziyang's cheek for verification.

"Don't look any further. The items for the mission you wanted to carry out in Lop Nur last time are with me. I choose to surrender." Zhao Ziyang was relaxed with a touch of sarcasm, and his tone was calm and steady.

"This is best." The colonel smiled.

Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

When Zhao Ziyang was completely close to the colonel, his face was filled with an extremely bright and satisfied smile, which made the colonel's eyes instantly filled with panic.

With a "chi" sound, Zhao Ziyang tore his shirt with one hand, revealing his body covered with grenades and explosives.

"Omo, let's go!" A roar came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and his smiling face disappeared, becoming ferocious and crazy!

Omo's figure sprang out from the top of the mountain, with the unconscious blade tied to his back. He held the sickle hand and Swart in his left and right hands respectively, and ran down like lightning.

When he ran to Zhao Ziyang fifty meters away, he stopped and stared deeply at Zhao Ziyang.

"Get out!" Zhao Ziyang yelled out this word and watched Omo lead the three of them down the mountain, running towards the northwest.

It wasn't until the Norwegian army occupied the top of the hill and Omo's figure disappeared that Zhao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face the colonel and several defender mercenaries, with an unpredictable smile on his lips.

"Actually, you don't have to be like this." The colonel, who was under threat, could feel the madness in Zhao Ziyang's bones. He had to use his words to impress the Chinese in front of him and make him give up the idea of ​​perishing with him.

The tactical positions of the seven people are not far apart. If the opponent detonates their own explosives, there will definitely be an explosion radius of ten meters upward. None of them can escape, and they will all be buried with them.

"You are also a mercenary now. You should know that mercenaries work for money. We are not enemies. We have experienced what you have experienced." The colonel carefully disintegrated Zhao Ziyang's thoughts and tried to lead Zhao Ziyang's thinking to the mercenary's.

Visually.

If you look at it from the perspective of mercenaries, it will feel very correct. There is no hatred between mercenaries. Most of the hatred is caused by the mercenaries. They have also experienced all the things that Zhao Ziyang has experienced, but now

We have all forgotten that there are some grudges that you cannot hold on to. When facing a country, you are simply powerless.

But he didn't know that Zhao Ziyang was still living in the past, among his old comrades.

"Does this mean we can still be friends?" Zhao Ziyang made a disdainful sound.

"Impossible." The colonel shook his head, exhaled slightly and said, "Your real enemy is not our defenders, but the US government and the British government. They are your real enemies. In fact, regardless of you as a lurker,

As a defender, I am just a poor creature living under them. We fight to survive, and we fight to survive, just because we are mercenaries, the bloodiest executioners on the battlefield."

"Then let us executioners die." Zhao Ziyang's eyes burst with determination without mercy.

He secretly thought in his heart: Captain, Lao Xu, Mengzi, I have avenged you, wait for me, wait for me to reincarnate together, and risk our lives together in the next life!

"Buzz buzz..." A huge buzz came from the sky, and a small armed helicopter rushed straight towards the position where Zhao Ziyang was, and the cannon on the nose of the helicopter swept towards the Norwegian soldiers on the hilltop.

"Da da da da..." The Norwegian soldiers who were attacked by the air immediately gave up the hilltop they occupied to avoid the helpless air maneuver force.

The safety of one grenade was pulled open by Zhao Ziyang. He narrowed his eyes and threw the rest of the grenade explosives in a mess.

The colonel and others had deep fear in their eyes, and they jumped to the outside to avoid the grenade that was about to explode.

"Drink!" Zhao Ziyang shouted loudly, lifted himself up from the ground, grabbed the tripod of the helicopter above his head, and was brought into the air.

With a "pop" sound, the safety pops out, and the grenade slips down from Zhao Ziyang's hand, lands where he was just standing, and rolls to the edge of a piece of explosive.

"Boom!" A loud noise came out, and the grenade exploded violently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The explosion of the grenade spread to the explosives, and the explosion of the explosives spread to other scattered explosives and grenades, filling the area with fire in an instant.
Chapter completed!