death of hope

Chapter 434 "Enterprise Warrior" (344) Reunion

The members of the commune failed, but in a sense they succeeded again. They fulfilled their promises and vowed to defend the Greenhill base, leaving a huge shock for the attackers.

Human beings will fight to the death for pure ideals, not interests.

In the small square located in the center of the base area, the corpses of the commune fighters were stacked on top of each other, forming a hill half a meter high. banner.

Surrounded by bombs and blood-soaked hot soil, the hot and humid wind made the flag fluttering. No one went up to pull the flag, and some only looked in awe.

After more than 6 hours of hard fighting, the base area was finally completely occupied. It was supposed to be a moment to enjoy the victory. However, apart from the excited shouts of the senators on the radio, there seemed to be no happy voices. There was no laughter on the front line, only listening to to the wailing of the wounded.

The narrow mud path leads to the high ground, and a masonry command tower is built on it, which is in stark contrast to other simple wooden houses.

The roadside was full of corpses with missing arms, legs, and heads. According to the images sent back by the surveillance drone, the last big fish was on the command tower, seriously injured and unable to resist.

Before the mission started, the senators and the bosses promised a huge bounty for his head, which would be doubled if he was captured alive. However, the expected situation of competing for credit did not appear. On the contrary, a strange order.

The first batch of troops who entered the base area lined up on both sides of the road with weapons in hand, silently watching Johnny and Lynch walking side by side, and watching them lead a group of men towards the command tower.

In this campaign, the sharp arrows formed by the Shrike Squad and the Alpha Squad were impressive. These well-hardened fighters pierced through the depths of defense made up of countless trenches and bunkers.

Especially Captain Marcus Lynch, in the desperate situation where his rifle jammed and the chainsaw bayonet was jammed by bones, he actually killed a giant domesticated swamp bull with his bare hands.
Witnesses claimed that the bull was more than 5 meters long and weighed at least two tons. It was wearing thick armor specially made for it, with sharp knives tied to its horns.

The large amount of stimulants injected into the body and the chip implanted in the brain made this herbivorous beast red-eyed, sweeping across the front line like a meat chariot, and completely wiped out a mercenary team within 20 seconds.

Witnesses said that the scene at that time was like the arrival of Hercules. This metaphor is not a bull, but a corporate warrior.

A pair of big hands snapped off the sharp blade at the top of the bull's horns, using spiritual energy to instantly overload the power armor glove, and punched it on the sky cap, shattering the bull's skull through the armor, letting this sad beast rest in peace.

Immediately afterwards, the captain overloaded the shield with psychic energy, carried two anti-infantry grenades and a heavy machine gun, and used his flesh and blood to cover his teammates through the line of fire.

Even more unbelievable, the captain, who suffered massive bleeding from the mouth and nose and severe pain in the muscles and bones all over his body due to excessive use of psychic energy, only took a five-second break before leading the team to continue and clear the last trench.
If it weren't for the brave performance of the captain, they would have fought until dark, and would have to pay double the casualties. All the troops involved in the ground attack knew this rule;

The most expensive loot belongs only to the greatest heroes.

However, Lynch himself doesn't think so. He is suffering from both physical and mental torture. Compared with a hero, he feels more like a poor clown who is dominated, forced to do things he doesn't want to please flattery, those who sit in the box Aristocratic gentlemen at the theatre.

When he came to the high ground and talked with his companions, Marcus Lynch boarded the control tower alone. As detected by the reconnaissance drone, there were no small fish or shrimps in it, only the last big fish, a dying fish,

He was shot in many places all over his body, leaning against the heavy radio communication equipment, his face was pale, and he had a cigar in his mouth.

He is the troublemaker most hated by capital, the spiritual leader of the commune, wearing his iconic beret embroidered with five-pointed stars,

Whiskers, black eyepatch, open placket, strong chest muscles, black chest hair, exuding strong mature male hormones,

Even in the state of being seriously injured and dying, he is still full of charm, worthy of being a natural leader, no wonder those women are crazy about him.

"Son of Patricia Lynch, I didn't expect to see you again in this way."

The tired but determined one eye looked at him, and Lynch looked away in shame, not daring to look at him at all.

"Don't mention my father's name."

"Why not? Are you feeling guilty with this expression? Would it make you feel uneasy to betray your father's ideals?"

Marcus Lynch, prodded where it hurts, said darkly:
"There's no need to be sarcastic about me, Chi Guwale. I've never joined your organization, and I don't agree with your beliefs. I'm Marcus the veteran, not Patricia the miner, and I'm not your comrade."

(End of this chapter)