Countless bullets pierced his chest, and bursts of blood splotches emerged from his back. Those were not blood splotches, but bullets soaked with the blood of soldiers, which pierced his chest and wounded him.
His internal organs were shattered. However, the column leader still did not stop moving forward. Under the influence of inertia, he rushed forward crazily. The raging fire on the battlefield was burning. In this pre-dawn night, the darkness could not be broken.
, reflecting the back of this great column leader, like a tragic song playing.
Everyone was attracted by the tragedy of this guy. Everyone was in awe, and raised their hands to salute the unfamiliar or familiar column leader in front of them.
"Captain!" More than 20 people came out from behind, and tears fell crazily. With such a captain, what else can you say? Grit your teeth, hold the gun, and rush forward. Don't be afraid of sacrifice, don't be afraid
Death, soldiers will die one day. However, these soldiers do not have their own souls. It has always been like this. They cannot see the road ahead clearly and live in ignorance every day. Born in this chaotic world
The country, for whom it is working so hard, has always believed in driving away the Yankees, but now? There are more and more Yankees, and when they fight, they are killing each other.
Maybe, this is fate, maybe, this is just the wrong time.
There are more than twenty Afghan men, but they are members of the Sky Destroyer, and the opposing team's brave and good warriors are still Afghan men. In this chaotic country, money...beauties...bullets...lives...are still...
There is that endless desert...
"Captain!" More than twenty people roared crazily, and the machine guns in their hands fired continuously. They were writing a history with their blood, and they were playing a triumphal song with their roars. The bullets were like the ruthless god of death, piercing through their
The chest broke their hearts, but it could not block their way forward. Perhaps, they had no way at all, because ahead, there was still a dead end, a dream and a dreamland that they could not get out of.
Puff puff puff...
Countless bullets penetrated from the backs of the more than 20 people, filling everyone's heart with sorrow and making everyone's eyes moist. However, these more than 20 people did not stop.
They are still charging, still sprinting, and they are chasing the captain at their own pace. At this moment, they are no longer charging, but chasing the captain's footsteps. Bang bang bang...
Countless bullets pierced his chest, and bursts of blood splattered out of his back. Those were not blood splotches, but bullets soaked with the blood of soldiers, which pierced his chest and wounded him.
His internal organs were shattered. However, the column leader still did not stop moving forward. Under the influence of inertia, he rushed forward crazily. The raging fire on the battlefield was burning. In this pre-dawn night, the darkness could not be broken.
, reflecting the back of this great column leader, like a tragic song playing.
Everyone was attracted by the tragedy of this guy. Everyone was in awe, and raised their hands to salute the unfamiliar or familiar column leader in front of them.
"Captain!" More than 20 people came out from behind, and tears fell crazily. With such a captain, what else can you say? Grit your teeth, hold the gun, and rush forward. Don't be afraid of sacrifice, don't be afraid
Death, soldiers will die one day. However, these soldiers do not have their own souls. It has always been like this. They cannot see the road ahead clearly and live in ignorance every day. Born in this chaotic world
The country, for whom it is working so hard, has always believed in driving away the Yankees, but now? There are more and more Yankees, and when they fight, they are killing each other.
Maybe, this is fate, maybe, this is just the wrong time.
There are more than twenty Afghan men, but they are members of the Sky Destroyer, and the opposing team's brave and good warriors are still Afghan men. In this chaotic country, money...beauties...bullets...lives...are still...
There is that endless desert...
"Captain!" More than twenty people roared crazily, and the machine guns in their hands fired continuously. They were writing a history with their blood, and they were playing a triumphal song with their roars. The bullets were like the ruthless god of death, piercing through their
The chest broke their hearts, but it could not block their way forward. Perhaps, they had no way at all, because ahead, there was still a dead end, a dream and a dreamland that they could not get out of.
Puff puff puff...
Countless bullets penetrated from the backs of the more than 20 people, filling everyone's heart with sorrow and making everyone's eyes moist. However, these more than 20 people did not stop.
They are still charging, still sprinting, and they are chasing the captain at their own pace. At this moment, they are no longer charging, but chasing the captain's footsteps.
