death of hope

Chapter 437 "Corporate Warrior" (347) The Trampled Banner

Lynch strode out of the command tower and saw Wang Hongye and others about to rush in:

"Boss! The gunshot just now was..."

"The leader of the terrorist committed suicide in fear of crime. The mission is over."

"The senator is bringing people, and they are coming soon."

"I don't want to see that guy, let's go."

"me too."

On the muddy slope, Johnny Blazer followed Lynch and whispered:

"I know who died inside. I have to remind you, kid, don't be blinded by hatred. They are using you to eliminate dissidents. This time it is a commune organization, and it may be what it is next time."

"Hey! I've been fighting for half my life. It's the first time I'm so uncomfortable." Sergeant Oleg said uneasily, "I didn't want to kill those commune fighters, but they rushed up desperately...I had to..."

It's raining, and the mood is like a cloudy sky,

The members of the Alpha team are still immersed in the grief brought about by the death of the sniper Mahmadi. Except for the newly joined Comanche corporal, each has his own worries.

Everyone returned to the central square of the base along the mountain road, found a shed made of broken wood, bandaged the wound, and took shelter from the rain to rest.
After an unknown period of time, gunshots were heard from the west of the base area. It turned out that there were still guerrillas hiding in the underground fortifications to resist stubbornly.

Then the large army that followed put on gas masks and threw nerve gas mines into the tunnel, poisoning more than half of them to death quickly, and a few fainted were dragged out and taken as prisoners.

After a while, a group of mercenaries in gray-blue combat uniforms without any rank marks came back dragging the captives.

Corporal Comanche said: "The strange uniform is not McMillan, Sakura Co., Ltd., or Black Water. Whose is it?"

"Big beasts of parliament, troops brought in by senators," replied Johnny Blazer:

"The Conservative Party, Duke Donald's personal soldiers, the Manticore Mercenary Group, I heard that they were recruited from the interstellar pirates. They have strong combat effectiveness and poor discipline. They are a group of lawless guys."

The manticore mercenaries behaved rudely and struck fiercely. They tied the captives to wooden stakes one by one, and woke them up with cold water or whips. The guerrillas were not afraid at all, and began to yell and curse after waking up;
"Bastards! Has your gas bomb expired? Why didn't it kill me!"

One of the tall and thin men recognized Lynch who was sheltering from the rain under the shed, and cursed:

"I know who you are! Son of Patricia! You have betrayed your father's ideals! You have betrayed your own class! You have become a son of capital! A traitor to Funima!"

The guerrillas who scolded the street were beaten so badly that they lost half of their teeth, and they were still uttering obscenities without admitting defeat.

After a while, a group of manticore mercenaries surrounded the senator and returned from the direction of the command tower.

A mercenary seemed to have received the order, pulled out an ax and cut off the flagpole, and a red flag fell into the mud.

Qi Guwale was not captured alive, and the conspiracy to discredit the commune failed. In order to vent his anger, the senator stepped on the flag twice.

"X you X's!"

Unable to fight back, the enraged guerrillas were tied up and could only spit at the senator and greet his eighteen generations of ancestors.

The senator was not angry when he heard this, and made a neck-cut gesture towards his subordinates. The manticore mercenaries seemed to be accustomed to such orders, and smiled, raising their guns at the guerrillas...

"Too much!"

Marcus Lynch stood up abruptly, but was pushed back by Johnny Blazer:

"Those are the personal soldiers of the parliamentarians, which are equivalent to the king's guards. They can kill whoever they like, and corporate soldiers have no right to interfere."

"But...they..." Lynch wanted to stand up, but the members of the Alpha team stopped him:
"Boss... Calm down... This is beyond our control..."

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The senator stomped hard with his leather boots, almost stepping on the red flag into the mud, and the pattering raindrops hit the plastic body bag, making a rattling sound.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the thin and short female guerrilla with a pair of golden braids coughed a few times, cleared her throat, and sang:
"stand up,
starving and cold slaves,
stand up,

Suffering people all over the world! "

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The burly man who was beaten up with a bruised nose and swollen face also sang along:
"My blood is boiling,

Fight for the truth! "

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"Stop singing! Shut up!" shouted the Senator.

But no one paid any attention to him, and the captured guerrillas sang in unison:

"The old world is shattered,

Slaves rise up...

stand up……"

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"It's so noisy! These terrorists! Shoot! Manticore! I order you, shoot!"

The gun went off.

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Wang Hongye turned her head in disgust; "This place is really disgusting, let's go." She walked in the direction of the transport plane in the rain, and other team members also left one after another.

Marcus Lynch held the lighter left by Qi Guwale in his palm, looked at the flag trampled by the senator, the stubborn red refused to disappear,
The singing lingered in his mind, and the lingering sound lingered, and he refused to dissipate for a long time.

(End of this chapter)