Teresa felt that these days were like the end of the earth. The mercenaries who were originally kind to her a few days ago have been extremely fierce to her since April 1. Later, after inquiring, they found out that her original troops had thrown seed jammers at the earth.

Theresa is neither a ** nor a racialist, but just a cannon fodder for a soldier. She is not easy to say anything about this indiscriminate attack, so she had to shut up and hide in the prisoner area. But the gunshots that sounded after noon today reminded her and the rest of her colleagues, natural persons, to take revenge.

Originally, these guys were about to close their eyes and wait for death, but somehow the guards fought with the attackers. In the end, the guards were gradually driven to the bottom. Under the noses of these coordinators, rifles and bullets flew around, and the men of the same team roared and pointed the weapons in their hands at each other.

"Well, Mr. Black Bear, can we give us weapons if possible?" Seeing that there were fewer and fewer guards protecting her, Teresa couldn't help asking. She was the earliest and most special prisoner. The girl who could move freely in the base met many officers of the mercenary group.

"Shut up, and then lie on the ground." Klose didn't look good. He threw the bullet-free rifle aside, then pulled out the pistol.

"But your number is insufficient!" Theresa argued, and she looked at the remaining guards, but only four were left, one of whom was shot in the chest and was lying on the ground gasping for breath.

"I said, let you shut up! We Silver Wolf people don't need prisoners to rescue them. Do you think so?" Klose emptyed a magazine and asked the surviving people next to him.

"Of course, I'm not at the point of asking women to help." The mercenary who answered was obviously machismo.

"Okay, let's fight these damn traitors until the last moment." Kloze nodded, and then replaced the last magazine with the pistol. He was a little depressed. He had imagined many ways of his death, but never expected that one day he would die at the hands of his teammates because of protecting the prisoners of war.

But the commander's order is everything, and this is unquestionable for him, a iron-blooded soldier.

The guards who were forced to the innermost had no way to retreat. After a few symbolic shootings, the ammunition was exhausted. The rebels seemed to be tired of this way of wasting time. A deafening explosion sounded, and the alloy door that only exposed the shooting hole was torn to pieces in an instant. The two mercenaries shooting at the door were instantly knocked away by the airflow for more than ten meters, and after being cut from the wall, they were silent.

"Johnny, are you a bastard using heavy weapons inside the base?!" The black bear was penetrated by shrapnel, but he still roared. He was already dizzy due to severe blood loss and the aftermath of the explosion. The pistol with few bullets in his hand had long been flying where he had not had the balls left.

"Who told you not to know the current affairs of the 'Black Bear'? Don't you know that we natural humans are the natural enemies of coordinating people?" A man's voice came from outside the door, revealing hysterical madness.

Johnny was about thirties, with short golden hair, and a scar on his forehead, which was several inches long on his forehead. He was injured by the Eurasian Federal Special Forces with a Nepalese dog-leg knife while on his mission in the Middle East a few years ago.

"Fart, I only know that everyone on the battlefield is the same, and the commander's order is to strictly prohibit the harm of ZAFT prisoners!" The black bear wanted to delay time.

"Go to TMD to order, that guy Rhode is a natural person traitor! I will see what his expression is when I remove the little girl from the bottom of the box, haha!"

"I remind you that we are mercenaries, not blue cosmos!" Black Bear also lost language to such crazy ethnologists, or he was just a taciturn guy, and he really couldn't figure out what kind of hatred he had in his head. Are Brandt's coordinator teammates not quite good?

Although his friend died at the hands of ZAFT, it was the fate of embarking on the battlefield, and all coordinators could not be included.

"Stop talking nonsense, go to death." Johnny didn't want to delay time in the bloody delay. He waved his hand and asked the soldiers next to him to load new ammunition on the individual bazooka, preparing to eliminate these coordinator bedbugs and natural person traitors with one blow.

Teresa slowly closed her eyes. The explosion had already penetrated her back. At this time, she had no courage to escape and scold her. At the moment of death, she finally understood what Rhode said that day. Don’t hold naive beliefs when you come to the battlefield. Everyone has the same idea - that is, kill each other and live.

The coordinator kills natural persons because of revenge, and the natural person kills coordinator because of jealousy and hatred. This world is so crazy.

"Who do you want to die?" Just as the soldier carrying a single rocket put his finger on the trigger, a large-caliber bullet exploded directly, and Johnny was also shocked and heard a gloomy voice coming from above him.

(It was Rod Laurenz!?) This thought flashed through his head. He was just holding up the gun and was about to turn around. Then he heard a series of gunfires. Almost 6 shots of the dull heavy pistol in 3 seconds. All the six soldiers beside him were blooming in their heads and lay on the floor without even humming.

However, Johnny's rifle raised had no chance to shoot, and a cold dagger was placed on his neck from behind. It turned out that Ragner had jumped out of the ventilation duct when Rhode fired, and then immediately controlled the mastermind of the rebellion.

"Put down the gun, Johnny, you know I'm the strongest in this kind of combat." Rhode said in a deep voice, then inserted the .50-caliber heavy pistol back into the holster.

"Of course I know the power of the 'Smoke Demon Wolf', but unfortunately, you are a traitor to the natural person." Johnny threw the rifle to the ground without making too much struggle. He knew that the man in front of him had no idea how much blood was stained with, and he could be said to be an absolute strong man on the battlefield. In previous missions, both the special forces of the Earth and the ZAFT Special Operations Team had fallen into this man. This may be the reason why the former leader handed over the mercenary group to Rhode Laurenz who was still inexperienced after his death.

"I'm just an armored soldier, drag him down." Rhode shrugged. He was indeed an armored soldier, but the masters of this body for two lifetimes were all natural persons, or battlefield killers with talent.

Johnny, who was dragged down by Ragner, rolled his eyes. He didn't know if this man was an armored soldier, then what would a real battlefield all-round warrior be? Ultraman or Superman?

Rhodes took a last look at the crazy man, shook his head and walked into the detention room that was already ruined. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Klose lying on the ground gasping for breath, so he kicked the latter and said, "Is he still alive?"

Although Klose's wounds are horrible, they are not fatal. The shrapnel are stuck in the muscles of this strong man. According to the medical level of this era, they can jump around in one month. So the strong man smiled bitterly and said, "I can't die, but Wood and the others are not so lucky."

After hearing this, Rhodes glanced at the room and found that several prisoners of war were still leaning against the corner to rest, while the three guards had long lost their breath. However, there was also an accident. The blonde girl was also lying on the ground, with the wound on her back constantly bleeding.

"Hey, are you dead?" Rhode walked over and kicked the girl as usual.

Teresa raised her head with difficulty and opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a word because of the pain.

"Has the lungs been hurt? It's so unlucky." Rhode muttered, walked over and hugged the girl in his arms and tore the latter's clothes open. However, after seeing the red lace underwear, Rhode was stunned. He suddenly forgot that this guy was not a man in the mercenary group, but a 16-year-old woman.

However, Rhodes were not those tangled pseudo-women. After a little stunned, he began to check the wounds behind the girl.

Of course, Teresa struggled violently when she was torn apart by a man, but she couldn't move her body when the man's big hand pressed. She could only let tears roll in her green eyes, and then stared at Rhode with her eyes full of anger and humiliation.

"Don't move around, if you don't want to die." Seeing the woman crying, Rhode only felt his head grow a few times, but his steel-like will still play a role. He growled, then took out the bandage he carried with him to bandage the wound.

Theresa was not an ordinary woman either. She calmed down when she heard the roar, but her beautiful eyes stared at Rhodes, and finally fainted due to long-term fatigue and excessive blood loss.

After Rhode bandaged, he wanted to put the woman on the ground, but the girl hugged him tightly like a candy and couldn't take off her body. In the end, she could only hold this perfect body in the middle of the room.

The erotic awkwardness, all living people stared at Rhodes, who actually felt that he was sweating coldly because of the embarrassment. It was not until the medical team arrived to drag the girl away that Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!