No one can change the rules of the battlefield, because everyone on the battlefield has only two destinies: killing or being killed.

Within the rules, all means and all behaviors are normal. Public opinion is always something outside the battlefield and cannot dominate the battlefield or affect the battlefield.

Xiao Hongjun, who has become a god of war again, let Xiao Yuanchao see another person in the war, and let Xiao Yuanchao see the real cruelty under blood. Many times, killing people does not mean cruelty, but the root of the cruelty is the basis of killing.

Xiao Hongjun was cold, ruthless and decisive. All living creatures that appeared in his vision became the targets of his shooting. There was no need to hesitate, just pick up the gun and lock it, and then pull the rifle.

No matter whether it is a man or a woman, old or weak, he is all the targets of shooting.

"Bang!" Xiao Hongjun shot an old man and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "Don't leave any living."

During the escape in the street fighting, Xiao Yuanchao saw many civilians hiding in the cracks of the war, and saw despair and begging in their eyes, and then turned into a ball of dead ashes.

Xiao Yuanchao was not used to it, and was extremely uncomfortable. In his opinion, the ones who picked up weapons were soldiers, and those who didn't have weapons were civilians. But his father's cold-blooded killing made him really uncomfortable.

Holding in a private house, Xiao Hongjun took out a cigarette and lit two of them, and distributed one of them to Xiao Yuanchao.

Xiao Yuanchao, who never smoked, did not refuse. Not only did he not refuse, but instead smoked heavily, allowing the spicy smoke to fill his lungs. He coughed and the whole chest cavity was painful.

"I will be able to adapt soon. You are eighteen years old, eighteen months and thirteen days old this year, and you are still young." Xiao Hongjun took a deep breath of cigarettes, stared at the distant sky, and said softly: "When I was eighteen years old, I didn't know anything. In the rice fields, I came to a Yuefang village woman holding a baby. When we reached out to her and said that we would not hurt her, she did something..."

"Roll the grenade? Shoot at you?" Xiao Yuanchao asked.

"No, she accepted it, accepted our show of kindness, and then pointed out where Yuete was hiding." Xiao Hongjun smoked a cigarette hard, his eyes full of sorrow and continued: "We believed her, walked forward along the rice fields, chasing Yuete, but..."

Xiao Hongjun's hands holding cigarettes trembled, and his eyes were already wet, and he said in a trembling voice: "That is a minefield. When we ran over, I was the only one of the thirteen people who were intact. Just as we stepped on the mine, a special force rushed out and shot us. I clearly saw that my comrades around me died one by one, staring at unwilling eyes..."

Xiao Yuanchao listened quietly and smoked cigarettes quietly. He didn't know the war in that era, but he knew that his father was teaching him with his past experience.

"I killed all the Yuetes, cut off their heads and hung them on the tree, then snatched the baby from the village woman's arms, and fell to death on the ridge of the field in front of her. When she cried like a madman, stab her to death!"

In an instant, infinite killing surged out of Xiao Hongjun. It seemed that the incident was near, and it seemed to be re-interpreted.

"What I want to say is that you cannot trust anyone except your comrades around you, and the biggest source of trust is mercy." Xiao Hongjun threw away the cigarette butts and said to his son with a smile: "It sounds difficult to accept, but this is the fact. No matter how you distort or criticize it, the fact is the fact."

"Squat down!" Xiao Yuanchao suddenly shouted loudly.

Hearing the sound, Xiao Hongjun immediately squatted down.

"Bang!"

Xiao Yuanchao shot and killed the figures of Xiao Hongjun outside the window behind him, and they were quick and neat.

"Da da da da..."

"Crazy..."

A burst of gunfire sounded, and countless warheads shot in from all directions, shaking the houses and dust flying.

A group of militants came back and continued to attack them.

"Let's go!" Xiao Yuanchao rolled to the threshold with a rifle.

Xiao Hongjun also completed a roll, leaning himself against the other side of the threshold, holding a gun to lock the window that could expose them.

"Gululu..."

A black grenade was thrown in from the window and rolled down at Xiao Hongjun's feet.

Seeing this grenade, Xiao Yuanchao held his father and dragged the other party to pounce outside the door.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded, and half of the wall collapsed under the power generated by the explosion. The two avoided the casual and shock waves of the grenade explosion, but directly entered the rain of bullets outside.

"Da da da...da da da..."

There was an alley outside with almost no cover. The militants chasing occupied both sides of the alley. After seeing Xiao Hongjun and his son being forced out, they immediately pulled the ball and shot wildly.

"Bang!"

Xiao Yuanchao kicked Xiao Hongjun hard and kicked him next to a pile of gravels to avoid the ubiquitous rain of bullets.

This is the only cover, and only one person can crawl and hide. When Xiao Yuanchao sent Xiao Hongjun to the cover immediately, he would face an extreme danger of nowhere to escape.

“Huhhhh…”

Xiao Yuanchao rolled wildly towards the east of the alley in order to avoid the ubiquitous warheads.

"Click clang clang..."

The bullet chased him and hit the concrete floor, creating a pothole.

In this kind of bomb rain, Xiao Yuanchao will sooner or later be beaten into a sieve, which no one can stop him. But all he can do now is to roll and avoid him.

"Dadada..."

Xiao Hongjun spewed out flames at the muzzle, fired at the militants in the east, and shouted: "Continue to roll in, don't stop!"

"Dadada..."

Xiao Hongjun stared with his eyes wide open, and another string of bullets shot towards the militants in the east of the alley, completing temporary suppression, and then suddenly let out a loud roar and stood out from under the gravel bunker.

"roar!!!"

Xiao Hongjun, who was naked and shaved with his shaved blue, stood up in a crazy manner, and faced the militants in the west of the alley without fear and shot.

"Da da da...da da da..."

"Drook, die!"

Amid the scolding, Xiao Hongjun seemed like a King Kong, standing upright in a position with a rain of bullets, shooting and killing the militants in the west.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff…"

The warhead hit the militants, and bloody flowers burst out, instantly completing the suppression, creating a breathing meeting for the father and son.

After getting a breathing meeting, Xiao Yuanchao jumped up and shot at the militants in the east. The father and son were responsible for each other, retreated step by step in the counterattack, and their backs collided heavily.

The scorching warhead whizzed past them, burning the air around them to the greatest extent, making the air irritable, as if it could explode at any time.

"kill!!!"

Xiao Hongjun roared again, holding the Type 56 submachine gun in the gunman, and rushed towards the militants in the west without hesitation.

His eyes were full of fighting craze, his body was full of war tyranny, his blood at the corner of his mouth, he was like a war madman, who wanted to use his fragile ** to crush the enemy!

Xiao Hongjun is old, indeed, but at this moment, he returned to more than 30 years ago: shave his head, drink bloody wine, and kill the enemy!
Chapter completed!