Ronin: Start with the cotton

Chapter 495

What Qiao Shan is going to do is undoubtedly meaningful.

Leng Feng also had his own tasks and missions, so he had no choice but to take Dr. Chen to a Chinese-funded factory [-] kilometers away.

On the battlefield, obeying orders and completing tasks is the first duty.

Personal feelings should be put aside.

……

Watching Dr. Chen and Leng Feng's motorcade leave.

Qiao Shan looked down at the medical box in his hand, opened it gently, and saw rows of small glass bottles.

Inside each glass bottle is a filled potion.

Every glass bottle is a life.

……

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"We have the latest news that the flames of war have spread to the port of Sansarem. The lives of 530 Chinese compatriots waiting to be rescued there have become endangered. The evacuation warship must rush to it. You have no support, no allies, and no weapons this time... Dr. Chen and the 47 compatriots from the Chinese-funded factory, please bring them back."

"..."

"Leng Feng, I have a very bad news for you. The Red Turbans are wreaking havoc on important roads, railways, and bridges. Just 10 minutes ago, the Borniga Bridge, which was under the wharf from the Chinese-funded factory, was bombed. No, Ambassador Fan and I are trying our best to find a solution, but now, you can only rely on yourself..."

"..."

"From now on, we will wait for eighteen hours at most, and then the warship must return. I am very, very sorry, and I must be responsible to all overseas Chinese..."

"..."

"Leng Feng, good news! Tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning, a rescue helicopter from the United Nations will land at the factory on time, and you will be in charge..."

……

Leng Feng was not very clear about the situation on Qiao Shan's side.

But after arriving at the Chinese-funded factory from San Fran's Chinese-funded hospital, good news and bad news came one after another.

As night falls, Chinese-funded factories.

Leng Feng and Lao He, the leader of the Chinese-funded factory security team, lay on the railing, watching the black people cheering around the bonfire on the open ground below.

"Master, did you make the bag by the door?" Leng Feng asked with a smile.

Holding the tea mug, Lao He said cheerfully, "You're not bad either..."

After looking Leng Feng up and down, Lao He left from the railing, stood upright, and said seriously: "The former Huaguo People's Liberation Army, the Southwest Military Region, the [-]th Army, the company commander of the reconnaissance company, He Jianguo!"

Leng Feng immediately said sternly: "Former Huaguo People's Liberation Army, Combat Brigade of Southeast Military Region, Wolf Warrior Squadron, Leng Feng!"

"Hello squad leader!"

Leng Feng saluted He Jianguo with a standard military salute.

……

After reporting each other's families according to the rules, the relationship between the two people who had just met became much closer in an instant.

Leng Feng leaned on the railing again, curiously said: "These people didn't know if they would live until tomorrow an hour ago, why are they so happy?!"

He Jianguo exhaled and praised: "This gang of black buddies, no matter what war, plague, or poverty, you just need to give them a fire, and they will immediately be so happy!"

"Africa...you eat well! The scenery is great! The girl is so strong!"

Leng Feng glanced at Lao He in surprise, then shook his head helplessly and laughed.

Veteran oil son!

The stronger the strength, the more rogue!
It seems that this old squad leader is quite strong...

……

boom--

There was a muffled sound in the sky.

The black people singing and dancing on the ground didn't notice it, but Leng Feng and He Jianguo instantly noticed the abnormality.

He Jianguo's smile disappeared, and his face was a little serious: "These guys have all come here?!"

It was the sound of cannonballs.

Leng Feng's expression was more serious, his brows were furrowed, and he was staring at the direction from which the voice came.

Seeing Leng Feng's performance, He Jianguo thought he was scared, patted Leng Feng on the shoulder, and comforted him, "It's okay, the sound is at least [-] to [-] kilometers away, it's quite far away from us, don't worry."

"But I have to let these gangsters calm down, and stop recruiting the rebels..."

He Jianguo was holding the tea mug, turned around and was about to go down.

……

"boom--"

There was another muffled sound.

Leng Feng's expression changed instantly. He grabbed He Jianguo and said in a deep voice, "Old squad leader! I'll leave this satellite phone to you! You can directly contact Ambassador Fan! On the plane tomorrow morning, we must take Dr. Chen and our compatriots with us. Take it out!"

"I have other tasks, I must leave now!"

"If Ambassador Fan asks about my situation, you tell him that I'm going to find 'Reaper'!"

The direction of the sound of gunfire is the direction of St. Fran's Huazi Hospital!

Now the situation in the Chinese-funded factory has become clear. Dr. Chen and the Chinese in the Chinese-funded factory will meet, and the United Nations rescue plane will arrive tomorrow morning. There is basically no need to worry about the situation.

But the task of "Reaper" has not been completed yet.

Especially, that god of death is the younger brother of his comrade in arms...

……

……

San Fran Chinese Hospital.

Several tanks rampaged through the slums, crushed all the way, and came to the gate of Huazi Hospital.

boom--

boom--

The hospital was instantly reduced to ruins.

The mercenary commander "Daddy" stood next to the tank with a kind of elite, with a relaxed expression, but the gun in his hand remained in a posture that could be fired immediately.

"Little Son, we meet again..."

As soon as the familiar, frightening voice suddenly sounded from behind the tank.

really!

The commander code-named "Papa" looked down and turned around quickly. The firearm in his hand spit out flames instantly, and bullets burst out one after another, shooting in the direction of the sound.

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"Oh... not friendly at all..."

A black shadow slowly appeared from behind "Father", patted him on the shoulder, and conveniently harvested the head of the right-hand man beside him, the cockroach.

Before it turned around, it quickly merged into the darkness and disappeared.

"FUCK!!!"

"Reaper! Get out! Get out!!!"

Reaper, this is a mercenary, or the name of Qiao Shan in the whole western country. The full name is Grim reaper, which means a skeleton-like death in a black cloak.

But Qiao Shan didn't like this title at all.

He always felt that these guys took him for a rapper.

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"Little son, send a message to the master behind you, I will harvest his head on Christmas Eve, and ask him to wash his neck clean, so as not to dirty my sickle..."

Qiao Shan's voice flickered from left to right, indistinct.

Commander "Father" suddenly changed his face, and before he had time to swear, he hurriedly called his subordinates to get into the tanks and armed off-road vehicles.

He finally realized that he came at the wrong time.

The dark night is the world of death...

"Go! Go!"

"Papa" gave the order and began to retreat, the tanks backed up...

Only after seeing the power of "Reaper" can you know what you are facing. No one will laugh at him for his retreat, because everyone knows that this is the only way to survive...

……

Qiao Shan stood at the door of the ruins of the hospital.

The medical kit in his hand was empty, so he simply used it as a stool and sat down.

Smoke, flames, ruins...

Under the starlight in the sky, that black shadow is like a standing sculpture...

……

A pickup truck speeds by.

The cold front is coming.

(End of this chapter)