Hundreds of MSL militants wearing white hats approached the three-story earth building without fear of life and death. On the earth building, the man who was cut in half turned over and found that the parts below the waist were forever separated from him. He was stunned and used to it.
The iron-blooded man of life and death also has the fear in his eyes that he does not want to believe the cruel reality.
Cut in half.
An extremely cruel death.
The cruel thing is that you can't die all at once.
However, the man didn't yell or yell, he clenched his steel teeth and endured all this. Several comrades rushed to his side, and couldn't bear to comfort him and encourage him.
"Boss, I can no longer serve you and the Arctic Fox." The man stared at Yang Chen squatting beside him, smiling and crying, with endless regret and unwillingness in his tragic smile.
Yang Chen was speechless. He watched his brothers who fought side by side die. His heart was twisted like a knife, and he was almost suffocated by the pain. He was tired of killing. It was not because of his conscience or his overflowing kindness, but because he was unwilling to bear the separation of life and death again and again.
torture.
"Boss, take care." The man said with tears in his eyes, grabbed the pistol from his brother beside him, resolutely put the muzzle of the gun into his mouth, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
Gunshot.
The hearts of everyone around seemed to be being torn violently.
In fact, Yang Chen could have prevented his subordinates from committing suicide, but he did not do so because he knew that in this case, death... was really a relief.
"Take his equipment and let's fight out." Yang Chen gritted his teeth and gave the order. The cruel reality did not allow him to wallow in grief endlessly. He had to fight for the lives of the remaining people.
To the west, Afghanistan.
One hundred and thirty kilometers to the east is the military airport where we departed.
Where to go... Yang Chen finally chose to return to the military airport. No matter where he went, he would have to take risks, so he had to choose the route that would allow him to escape as soon as possible.
They are all equipped with GPS satellite locators.
The Pakistan Air Force can lock their position at any time and send planes to respond, and they will be out of danger quickly. Although Arctic Fox cooperates with TLB, its forces have already penetrated into Afghanistan, but the secret gathering points are all distributed in the Golden Crescent area. It is too far away, and it has to be
Crossing the border is too risky.
It's even worse to stick around and wait for help.
This three-story earth building cannot withstand heavy weapons bombardment.
Yang Chen must lead his men to break out of the encirclement as soon as possible and retreat to the hinterland of Pakistan. Counting Wu Rui, thirteen people formed a battle formation and quickly moved through the village.
Wu Rui followed Yang Chen.
At the moment of life and death, she couldn't think about love anymore. She held her MP5 submachine gun tightly and ran all the way, panting. Suddenly Yang Chen pushed her down and a grenade exploded a few meters away.
On the earthen wall and on the roof, as soon as a dozen militants appeared, they were shot cross-armed by the Arctic Fox warriors who were already lying against the wall in the alley.
The gap between the ultimate soldier and the mob is clearly revealed.
"Who are these people you brought?" Wu Rui looked around at the murderous and well-equipped Arctic Fox elites, and asked Yang Chen in a low voice, who was squatting against the wall.
"My people." Yang Chen answered in an understatement, which made Wu Ruite confused. She wanted to ask, but Yang Chen shouted, telling her to be silent and put her ear to the wall to listen. The muzzle of the submachine gun in her hand poked the wall and fired two shots quickly.
Down, a shrill wail came from the other side of the earthen wall.
The flimsy adobe wall could not stop the nine-millimeter bullet fired by the MP5.
At the same time, the Arctic Fox team members cleared the last obstacle and surrounded Yang Chen and Wu Rui to break out of the siege and escape from the village. However, hundreds of armed men poured out densely.
"Boss, I'll take a few brothers to stay and cover you. You retreat first." The man who led the team to join Yang Chen said what he was thinking while running.
Wang Ming.
Master of the 38th Group Army's special operations brigade.
Eight years ago, he made a mistake during a live-fire exercise and seriously injured his comrades. He left the army in frustration and went to Iraq to work as a mercenary and was absorbed by Arctic Fox.
Yang Chen frowned and did not refuse directly.
Wang Ming's suggestion was very good, and Yang Chen had already thought of it, but those who left behind to cover up would be in trouble, and some couldn't bear to do this.
If it weren’t for Wu Rui.
He is definitely the one left behind.
"Okay, pick a few brothers to stay. Don't fight to the end. Act according to the situation and keep in touch." Yang Chen made a decision immediately. Now is not the time to look forward and backward.
Kill decisively.
Essential qualities of a good soldier.
Wang Ming nodded heavily and shouted the names of the three people. The three people stopped without hesitation, hid behind the rocks and tree trunks, and raised their guns to aim at the enemy.
Hundreds of armed men rushed over in a loose formation.
Wang Ming turned off the micro communication device, and with the determination to die, he said to the three people fighting alongside him: "Let's stay here and buy more time for the leader. When the bullets are gone, we will use the knife."
The three men nodded while firing. The enemies who rushed towards them fell down in groups. Those who were not hit hurriedly fell down and fired randomly.
Wang Ming smiled evilly. When changing the magazine, he looked back at his comrades who were climbing quickly along the mountain road and were about to leave the valley. He felt a little relieved.
At this time, several grenades were dropped in random order and exploded one after another. The vegetation, sand and rocks flew away, and the shock wave of the explosion overturned the three people picked out by Wang Ming.
One person was killed instantly.
The two were injured, gritting their teeth and struggling to get up.
Wang Ming was not injured, but the explosion shook his head and made his eyes dizzy and his ears ringing. The armed men lurking dozens of meters away got up one after another, screaming and charging desperately.
Wang Ming and his two injured teammates fought to the death and shot nearly twenty people. At the same time, a stray bullet flew from nowhere and pierced Wang Ming's shoulder. It seemed like a huge force hit Wang Ming. Wang Ming was half-crouched and fired.
He fell backward involuntarily, and the teammates next to him were shocked. They wanted to check Wang Ming's injury, but his upper body was exposed and was shot into a honeycomb by a shuttle of bullets that happened to be swept away. He staggered and fell beside Wang Ming, dying with his eyes closed.
"ah...."
Wang Ming cried out in pain, feeling so guilty that he wanted to commit suicide with a gun. With a ferocious look on his face, he took off the grenades and threw them at the nearby crowd one after another, with constant explosions.
Flying shrapnel.
Spreading blood.
The bloody stumps and severed arms.
Outline the most tragic scene in the world.
Another injured Arctic Fox member screamed wildly, picked up the gun of his dead comrade, stepped forward, and fired cross-fire from the two MP5 submachine guns in his hands. A group of people more than ten meters away were caught off guard, and most of them were stunned and shot.
Click.
Bullets shine.
The man who was not afraid of death closed his eyes and allowed a dozen AK47 bullets to penetrate his body, and then he fell straight back and fell into the dust.
Wang Ming, who was sitting upright against the tree trunk, had tears in his eyes. All the brothers he left behind were dead, and he had no intention of leaving alive. He fired all the bullets from his submachine gun and left one bullet in his pistol.
This last bullet.
Wang Ming decided to leave it to himself. Seeing the dense enemy approaching, he slowly raised his hand and pointed the gun at his temple. The old faces of his parents appeared in his mind, and he murmured: "Father, mother, my son is unfilial."
