Hundreds of militants retreated, hundreds of people came, and only one hundred people were left when they retreated. ·Shou·Fa and they could not bear Xiao Yuanchao's close combat, and they could not suppress their inner fear.

Facing a warrior who can harvest a life with one hand; facing a demon covered with blood, no one is not afraid. They feel that it is not humans who fight against them, because people cannot kill so tirelessly; because people cannot have such powerful speed and power...

Looking at the armed organization that was defeated in terror, Xiao Yuanchao slowly walked to the scrapped jeep, took out a wine pot full of white wine from it, raised his head and drank it all, making a pleasant breathing sound.

"call……"

A mouthful of strong alcohol squirted out, Xiao Yuanchao slowly took off his mechanical exoskeleton, took off his equipment, and exposed his naked body to the sunset.

Although I was naked, my skin was not exposed at all. Because blood had already penetrated through my clothes, and blood was seeping in from my skin.

"Click!"

Xiao Yuanchao lit a cigar, took out a pair of medical pliers from the first aid kit with his right hand, and poked it at a gunshot wound on his thigh.

"Shit..."

The tobacco burned violently, and surgical forceps pierced into the wound, causing extremely severe pain.

"call……"

The blue smoke spurted out from Xiao Yuanchao's mouth. As he spewed out the smoke, the surgical forceps that poked into the wound gently turned around, and then tried to pull it out with a bullet.

It didn't seem to hurt much, because Xiao Yuanchao didn't even blink his eyes. But he bit the cigar tighter and took a bigger mouthful.

"Shit...hit..."

The cigars burned violently again, turning into smoke and who entered Xiao Yuanchao's throat. As the smoke entered his throat, he clamped out another bullet wound.

The wound was stretched out and blood was flowing. But Xiao Yuanchao didn't care at all. After spitting out a mouthful of smoke, he took a deep breath, then spread the third muzzle open, and took out the bullet inside.

The three bullets were taken out, and only one cigarette butt was left on Xiao Yuanchao's mouth. The cigarette butt had been bitten to pieces, and bitter tobacco filled Xiao Yuanchao's mouth.

"Ph! Ph! Ph!"

Xiao Yuanchao spat out the tobacco from his mouth heavily, took out a pot of white wine, tilted his head and drank it cleanly, then lit a cigar, and continued to hold the bullet in the gunshot wounds on both legs, one after another.

After he drank four pots of white wine and smoked four cigars, the bullets embedded in his legs were treated cleanly.

Twelve warheads, one is not many, the other is not many.

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, how loud the song of victory is..." Xiao Yuanchao sang the song,

As he sang, he held the surgical forceps in his left hand and began to take out the bullet wound of the gunshot wound in his right arm. It was still one after another. After the song was finished singing, five bullets were clamped out.

After singing a song, Xiao Yuanchao changed another song, and at the same time handed the hemostatic forceps to his slightly trembling right hand and began to take the bullet of his left arm.

"Maybe I say goodbye and will never come back, do you understand, do you understand; maybe I fall and will never rise again, do you still want to expect forever. If so, don't be sad... The flag of the Republic has our blood-stained charm..."

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

A total of seven warheads were taken off Xiao Yuanchao's left arm and gathered with the previous warheads to form a small pile.

Twenty-four warheads, he took out a total of twenty-four warheads from his body!

These are all stray bullets shot into the body. Although they are not fatal injuries, they are definitely injuries. They hurt if they are injured, especially without any anesthetics, it hurts even more if a person clamps out a surgical clamp.

But Xiao Yuanchao didn't feel much pain. He sang while pinched out the bullet; while singing, he washed the wound with white wine, sprinkled with Yunnan Baiyao film to seal the wound tightly, and then wrapped it with gauze.

Everything is so simple, everything is going on easily, and even Xiao Yuanchao is still laughing.

In the 101 explosion-proof fleet in the distance, Thomson's eyes changed, full of incredible shock.

He had never seen anyone with the cruel and crazy warrior in the distance, had never seen anyone with such arrogance, and had never seen anyone with laughter and faced the trauma all over his body.

"This is a God of War..." Thomson's eyes burst into tears and he kept saying: "God of War, a God of War, a real God of War..."

"Mr. Colonel, the headquarters asks you to return immediately." A soldier said to Thomson.

Thomson seemed to have not heard of it, staring at Xiao Yuanchao and kept muttering the word "God of War".

"Mr. Colonel, the headquarters asks you to return immediately!" The soldier once again reminded him.

This time Thomson heard it and heard it clearly.

"Oh? Going back?" Thomson nodded and said, "It's time to go back. Is it time to leave this damn battlefield. Go back and go to the military court for trial, is that right?"

The soldiers didn't speak because everyone knew that Thomson would leave the battlefield and go to another more cruel place.

"Let's go." Thomson gave the order lightly.

The convoy turned around and left, but Thomson couldn't help but look at Xiao Yuanchao who was leaning against the broken jeep again, watching the other party drinking white wine and smoking a cigar...

Thomson was seriously dereliction of duty, and his dereliction of duty caused the 101 airborne troops to lose air power. For a certain period of time, he was unable to participate in Basra's stability maintenance and strike operations.

So he had to withdraw from the Iraq battlefield, be investigated, and be interrogated. He had good luck and took off his military uniform and got out of here. He was not lucky and spent the rest of his life in prison.

Thomson was taken away by relevant departments and flew directly away from the Iraq battlefield, returned to the US Air Force headquarters, and was investigated.

The interrogation proceeded in an orderly manner, and Thomson told all the experiences at the station without hiding them. The situation was very unfavorable to him, and he would never be able to escape the command mistakes.

"Bang!"

The door of the interrogation room was pushed open from the outside, and a young soldier, covered in stubble, walked in with his hands in his pocket and a camel cigarette in his mouth.

With a "swish", the two interrogators stood up suddenly and saluted the young man who was sluggish: "Hand of War!"

"Okay, go out." The young soldier waved impatiently, "This is my buddy, I'll say a few words."

The interrogator did not move, his face full of embarrassment.

"I saw a God of War! A real God of War!" Thomson stared at the young soldier and said, "You can't imagine the God of War, the God of War that you will long to fight with when you see it!"

The young soldier was stunned for a moment, scratched his head and said, "Damn, where are so many war gods? Does he have a wife? I'll fuck his wife first."

"Reddy!" Thomson called the other party's name and shouted: "He is in Basra, Iraq. If you don't go, you will definitely regret it!"

"Damn, Thomson, you bastard, you know that I made an appointment with Major Barbara tonight, and you actually seduced me with the God of War..."

"It is up to you whether you go or not is the real victory!" Thomson threw a sentence.

"boom!"

The young soldier turned around and rushed out, rushed into the office building, and into the office of a female officer.

"**! Barbara, I can't wait for the evening, let's start now!"

"ah!……"
Chapter completed!