Severe pain came from his chest, and Zhou Wen woke up from his coma. He turned his heavy head slightly and looked around. He was now lying behind a Toyota pickup truck that was shattered by a heavy machine gun.
There were corpses all around, including those of brothers from his own mercenary group, and even more corpses of Syrian rebel fighters.
The surroundings are so quiet that it makes people feel heart palpitating...
He is an international mercenary. He served as a scout while serving in the country. Later, he was eliminated by a small margin when he ran for the special forces. Later, he retired and returned home. What followed was an endless search for a job, resignation, job search again, and so on.
Resign.
Six years ago, I followed a comrade to work as a mercenary in Myanmar, and finally found that what I loved most was being a soldier. So I joined a small mercenary group with my comrades, and traveled from Myanmar to Africa and then to Syria...
Zhou Wen just briefly reviewed his journey and felt the pain in his chest making breathing more and more difficult.
In the early morning battle, a mission that was originally thought to be simple made the entire group of six people embark on a road of no return.
"Intelligence, it's all damn intelligence mistakes," Zhou Wen muttered in a low voice.
He was aware of his injuries. He was hit in the right chest, which probably damaged his lungs. His head was injured by rocket fragments, and his right leg was also shot. With difficulty, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket with his left hand, which was stained with blood.
He took out a cigarette with his fingers, took out the lighter, and lit the cigarette.
Breathe in gently and spit out slowly.
The sunshine in front of me is a bit dazzling.
The early morning battle took place on a hillside near a town called Manduka in southern Syria. The sudden attack left no time for everyone to explain the aftermath. Then, all the enemies were dead, and so were all their brothers.
Zhou Wen looked at the five small communicators scattered around his feet. They were the equipment of the brothers and the most valuable equipment of this small mercenary group. These are the latest German GPR-5 military communicators with anti-interference capabilities.
Strong, excellent penetration.
What's more high-tech is that the solar rechargeable battery has a large power reserve. When charging, just put the battery into the charging nest on the back of the phone and it can be charged in the sun.
It was during the battle, when there were only two brothers left, the black commando Saiban, who had a bright smile and showed a row of white teeth, collected the ones from the other brothers and put them beside him.
Because he is the only sniper and precision shooter in the team, he is positioned relatively far back and is also the one with the best chance of survival.
Now Saipan was lying on his back behind a mound 10 meters away to the right. The blood under his body had begun to turn black. Zhou Wen suddenly felt that his nose was a little sore.
The blood on his head and chest was still flowing, and it had soaked the prayer beads hanging around his neck. This prayer bead was accidentally obtained during a mission in Myanmar. It is said that it is quite old.
What he didn't notice was that when the blood soaked into the beads, they slowly disappeared, while the beads gradually gave off an unknown luster.
Zhou Wen reluctantly stretched out his hand to pick up the five communicators at his feet and put them on his chest. Then he took off the one hanging on his own and put them together, just like holding all the brothers in his arms.
He took another gentle puff of the cigarette and exhaled it slowly. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he slowly fell into darkness under the noon sun...
Zhou Wen slowly woke up amidst the jolts, "Awen, Awen," a hoarse cry sounded in his ears.
Zhou Wen slowly opened his eyes, and gradually became clearer. A face with a broad forehead and a mixture of tears and runny nose appeared in front of him.
It was Dacheng, his classmate and good friend. Zhou Wen remembered it instantly, but immediately felt a stabbing pain in his head, and memories poured into his mind like electricity.
"Ah, ah," Zhou Wen couldn't help shouting out because of the needle-like pain. Then he fainted again, and in his confusion he heard Dacheng's cry, "Awen, Awen, wake up, you must not die!"
I don’t know how long it took, but a comfortable breath came from my chest, just like when I was a child and lying in my mother’s arms. It was like floating on a warm lake. The waves were intoxicating, and my whole body suddenly felt warm.
There was still a tingling feeling, and then a soft breath rushed into my mind. The tingling sensation in my head disappeared, and the flood of memories slowly woke me up.
I am Zhou Wen, a 16-year-old student who was in the third grade of junior high school in Shanxi Taiyuan National Middle School in the 18th year of the Republic of China.
I am Zhou Wen, a 34-year-old international mercenary who unfortunately died in Syria in 2018.
Two memories and two souls blended together like water and milk, without any gap. Zhou Wen instantly remembered his situation.
Zhou Wen and his friend Xu Dacheng are both junior high school students in the National Middle School. Both of them are from wealthy families. Zhou Wen's family is a well-known wealthy family in Lishi County, Shanxi.
The largest Fuyuan store in the county was opened by his family.
Xu Dacheng's family was the richest man in Loufan County. His family owned tens of thousands of yuan in land and had many servants. They also sent a servant to serve him in Taiyuan, a typical young master.
The school had just had a holiday, and Xu Dacheng was taken to the outside of the city by Huang Sanchui, his family boy, to watch the military drills, so he asked Zhou Wen to go with him.
Zhou Wenwen was going to stay with his uncle who was a manager at the Taiyuan Arsenal for a few days.
Zhou Wen lost his mother when he was young. Since ancient times, it has been said that seeing his uncle is like seeing his mother, so he and his uncle are particularly close. But he couldn't bear Xu Dacheng's forceful pull, so he had to go with him.
As a result, after leaving the city, Huang San was lured to a corner at the foot of a mountain. Several big men in black pounced on him. They put sacks over their heads and tied them tightly in a few strokes. After being thrown into a carriage, they were dizzy and confused.
Where has it gone?
Both of them were young men who had never seen such a battle before. In fear and uneasiness, they walked around in a daze for three days.
I only ate a few black-faced steamed buns along the way, and my head was covered with a sack even when I peeed and defecated.
It was not until the fourth day that the two men felt that they had no ability to escape after having traveled so far, so the men in black relaxed their guard.
Their heads were still covered, but their hands and feet were untied. The two of them gradually came to their senses and realized that they had been kidnapped.
But it didn't look like a ransom situation, otherwise he wouldn't have gone that far. I guess he would have traveled hundreds of miles by traveling day and night.
The unknown prospect is the most unsettling thing. After getting over the initial fear, the two brothers gradually became more courageous.
When they were taken off their hoods to eat, they showed each other's determination to escape with their eyes.
During the Republic of China, martial arts was prevalent in the Shanxi-Sui area, and both Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng laid the foundation for martial arts training since childhood.
The so-called poor in culture and rich in martial arts means that only children from rich families have the material security and physical conditions to practice martial arts.
Zhou Wen studied under Tianfeng, a famous Liuhe boxing master in western Shanxi. He practiced with the master for two years from the age of six to eight.
After going to school, I practiced diligently every day according to the master's training plan. During holidays, I also went to the master's house to receive guidance from the master and his brothers.
Although he is still young, he is already an introduction to martial arts.
Xu Dacheng is even more amazing. He seems to have some talent in martial arts. He is slightly taller than Zhou Wen and he has learned North Kung Fu.
Adhering to the Northern School's tenet of "the hands are two doors, only rely on the feet to hit people", coupled with the height and long legs, a whip leg makes the tiger and tiger powerful. When the two brothers competed in martial arts, Xu Dacheng had the upper hand.
On the evening of the fifth day, when the team was resting and eating on the side of a mountain, the two men attacked at the same time, knocking over the two big men guarding them, and ran up the mountain.
As a result, Zhou Wen panicked and fell down a small cliff...