Chapter 1: Never retreat

Night had already fallen, and there was still no wind in the evening in the desert. The half-human-high weeds were not moving. They were sunk for a day and fell lazily.

The ground was slightly undulating, looking at the horizon from a distance, and some of the lights were shaking around a thousand meters away, as if approaching this area.

Looking in another direction, the small village with white walls could be seen in the blur, as if some figures were shaking.

The sporadic gunfire never stopped. Occasionally, you can hear the sound of the warhead passing by the air, and from time to time a grenade flew over and exploded.

Finally surrounded...

Qi Tianlin was wearing desert camouflaged and was in a mess. He half-kneeled on the ground. He picked up the SSG69 sniper rifle in his hand. With the optical scope, he seemed to have seen countless muzzles aiming here. If the pickup trucks carrying quad-mounted anti-aircraft machine guns approached this area and occupied a high point, he only needed a flat shot in the waist and gasped until now, the seventeen people who had to beat them into a pile of meat dumps.

The intermittent voice of the French man Citroen came from the wireless headset: "Give me... good to have fun..." On the way here, he was shot in total four times, and later he was basically dragged over, covered in blood.

Qi Tianlin didn't look back. He remembered that the old demon was near him just now. Sure enough, the cold voice of the Irish man came from the headset: "BYE..." A dull pistol sounded!

Mercenary prisoners of war who participated in the war for money were not protected by the Treaty of Geneva. Surrender brought only various humiliations before death, so seeking death was the only choice for mercenaries on the verge of despair.

There was silence, except for the sound of gunfire that seemed to be getting closer and closer, like the footsteps of the god of death approaching...

Finally, the captain's hoarse voice rang in the walkie-talkie: "The gathering point is in the village the day before yesterday! If you can survive..." The channel was silent for a moment before continuing: "...Never retreat!"

“Never   Back…”

“Never retreat…”

"Never..." Slogans of various languages ​​sounded softly.

"Never retreat..." Qi Tianlin replied in a low voice in Chinese.

He skillfully but slowly pulled the bolt of the sniper rifle, removed the bolt, threw it away, and then threw the gun away. The backpack and other things had long been lost all the way. The tactical vest without any bulletproof ability was also thrown away. There was only one armed belt still around his waist, and there were the last two AK magazines in the collection bag behind him, just like this mercenary composed of sixty-two people, only these sixteen people.

The P226 pistol on the thigh is already the last magazine, so there are no need to check it. There are nine bullets. I pulled the AK74U short assault rifle on my back with my back. The two spare magazines were also taken out and held in my hand. Such a breakthrough really does not require any precise shooting, it is just a desperate escape and random shooting!

There was no arrangement or negotiation, and a low voice from the walkie-talkie: "GO!"

The mercenaries scattered around began to sneak in different directions while the night was shining, leaving their will.

At first, they all bowed their bodies and moved in small steps. With the urgency of emotions, some people began to speed up their pace and increase their strides, while others began to encounter enemies!

First, he heard the big bear's voice. This black African man who had never seen a bear in his life yelled habitually: "I'll cover!" Then his Minimi machine gun began to roar in a hurry!

As if it was a hornet's nest, the gunfire around began to become violently intense. Various tracer bullets whizzed out of the ballistic, weaving a rain of bullets from all directions!

A few roars into the air pulled out a shiny light like daylight. The flares ignited and slowly fell from the sky, as if a kilometer of incandescent light bulb illuminated the slightly undulating wasteland, and immediately illuminated the group of rats running around without any escape.

The density of the warhead suddenly increased, and the sound of chirping airflows everywhere in his ears, the grass at his feet was flying, and the soil was bounced up! There was even a strong explosion dozens of meters away. This was the effect of the rocket launcher. Is it necessary to deal with sixteen mercenaries who were basically injured?!

Qi Tianlin, who had already entered a running state, could still hear the air in his lungs pulling strongly in the deafening sound of gunfire around him. He could not feel any pain at all when he was hit in the morning. The blood in his body was pumped by the heart, and the head was hit. The hearing was in a highly sensitive state at this time, as if he could sense the direction of every bullet around him, and it seemed that he could avoid the shrapnel splashes from the grenade that fell on the ground!

But after all, this was just a mental anesthesia he deceived himself. After just over ten seconds, Qi Tianlin felt a chill on his right thigh first, and then a scorching stroke. When he ran, he felt severe pain. But if he could run, he should not tear his muscles. He didn't even touch him, and continued to bow and run wildly.

Then the abdomen was cut directly by shrapnel. I don’t know if it was blood rushing or the internal organs breathing fresh air, but I just felt that something was rushing out of the abdomen! I had to restrain myself and I had no time to look down at all!

Until now, Qi Tianlin has not fired his gun. He dared not shoot, for fear that the flame would attract the enemy. He prayed that he was just hit by a stray bullet and was not attracted by any good-looking gunman. Then maybe one in ten thousand chance of running out of this death circle, which is said to be surrounded by two thousand people...

Another voice came from the headset: "It's explode!" It was the sound of the Czech man's tail. Then he heard two rumblings not far away. He always liked to hang two small grenades on his chest, and finally used them on his body.

Qi Tianlin didn't even have a grenade, so he could only run and keep running!

The mouth seems to have a scent of rust. It should be that the right rib hurts the lungs, and you can feel blood blisters spilling from the corner of your mouth! The blood is already surging along the throat?

The thighs felt a little heavier, and the toes seemed to be stepping on cotton, which felt a little unenergetic...

Qi Tianlin spitted bloody saliva in a slight slightest voice, looking up at the dark front, running straight in line, he didn't care whether he would be easily locked by other people's scope. As a sniper in the team, he liked to find such targets the most. He calculated it in advance. The pleasure after hitting was not comparable to that of a fixed target. Qi Tianlin, who was thinking randomly while running away in a muffled voice, heard a very close explosion behind him!

This is the explosion sound of grenades flying over the night sky. This sound is different from bullets. It is much dull. If you hit the ground, you will bounce and explode. Countless shrapnels will splash around!

Damn the broken piece of bullet! Qi Tianlin had to roll forward, buried his head hard, rolled for several consecutive times, and felt a bite on his back. A hot pain rushed away the surging blood and rushed to the Tianling cover, making Qi Tianlin unable to help but grit his teeth: "Ah...ah..." a few low growls were relieved of the indescribable anger.

He stood up and continued running while shouting, with no time to care about the injuries just now, and he kept debating the gunshots around him...

Fortunately, there were all the noises of continuous shooting, messy, and there was no clear and rhythmic sound of point shooting. Qi Tianlin began to silently recite Guanyin Bodhisattva, God, God, Allah, Tang Seng in his heart... Anything can be blessed!

It seemed as if he had sensed his shout, and after running for a few minutes, no specific enemy had appeared in front of him, and no obvious flames were spitting out bullets. It seemed that he was lucky and rushed to a weaker direction...

The last time I heard a sound from the walkie-talkie was the keyboard, the communication soldier who always had a portable computer on his forearm: "I'm grass! There's a high-frequency positioning signal on the screen! We have traitors and traitors! I..." The voice stopped abruptly!

Traitor?!High-frequency signals?!Qi Tianlin feels that his brain can't handle these words at all!

Guanyin Bodhisattva signals God, Allah, traitor... Sun Wukong! I'm somersaulting!!

The next moment, Qi Tianlin really started to turn it around!

He is not Sun Wukong, he was stirred up by the explosion of a mortar shell!

He also saw cross sparks blooming in the darkness ahead of him, which was the unique muzzle flame of a machine gun...

Only one thought emerged in Qi Tianlin's mind: "Damn... what traitor can be considered as such accurate interception of me!"

The whole body was hit by a bullet! The feeling of all internal organs being torn apart, it didn't hurt at all! Because the whole body was split, where did the pain feel?
Chapter completed!