I work as a mercenary in northern Myanmar.

Chapter 543 Three-Party Confrontation
Near Hasakah, in the desert.

The severe pain in his ribs and arms awoke Adolf from his coma. He struggled to sit up and looked around in a daze. What appeared in front of him was a desolate scene.

More than ten meters away from the center of the explosion were strewn with broken limbs and arms torn apart by the air waves. Blood soaked the sand. Someone was buried in the sand. Teammates on the side tried to pull him out, but when the sand was removed, When they opened the car, the rescuers suddenly discovered that the so-called "survivor" was actually only left with a bloody upper body.

Such a scene made Adolf even feel nauseous, not because of fear, but simply because of the suffocating heaviness caused by the thick accumulation of death.

He took a deep breath and used his still intact right hand to desperately take out the radio from his carrying belt. Then he ignored the so-called communication rules and immediately called to the command post:

"Bordeaux, Bordeaux."

"I'm the bartender."

"We suffered an enemy air attack and the team has lost the ability to continue fighting."

"Asking for aid, asking for aid!"

There was an air of despair in Adolf's tone. At this point, he had to admit his failure and the fact that he seriously underestimated the enemy.

It's clear that Russia is fully involved.

Only they can carry out such a fierce and professional offensive.

But why, before the mission began, his superiors were not prepared at all for this possibility?
Didn't they know that Russia would intervene?

Or do they just not care?

Confusing thoughts kept rushing through Adolf's mind, making him feel dizzy one after another.

He knew that this was a sign of internal visceral rupture and bleeding, and if he was not treated in time, he would probably die on the land he had just set foot on.

He became more and more anxious, but it was also this anxiety that allowed him to recover his mobility to a certain extent.

Adolf used the gun he once treasured to support his body, limped forward, fell in front of a wounded man who was bleeding profusely, and helped him hold the wound with his hands.

At the same time, another team member who had survived the explosion rushed over and quickly bandaged the wounds of the wounded with the first aid kit he carried.

The blood flow slowed down immediately. Adolf comforted the wounded while quickly counting the number of team members who were still able to move.

"1, 4, 8, 11"

Numbers popped out of his mouth intermittently. After a round of counting, he was shocked to find that there were only 24 people left in the 12-person group he led, including himself.

More than half were lost.

We haven't seen the enemy yet, or even reached the rendezvous point, and we have already lost more than half of them!

Adolf's eyes changed again, and this time, the originally unwilling eyes were finally mixed with a bit of pain.

There was still no reply from the headquarters. On the battlefield, such inefficiency was completely incomprehensible.

But he didn't bother to complain, because he had no time to waste, and there were still many wounded people who needed to be rescued.

After dealing with the seriously wounded at hand, he didn't rest for a second and immediately rushed to the next one.

And just when he fell to the ground, a vague sound finally came from his earphones.
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Only then did he realize that it wasn't that the other party didn't reply, but that his eardrums had been severely damaged in the violent explosion and he couldn't hear the other party's voice at all.

"The extrajudicial regiment has already set off and is expected to arrive in 10 minutes."

"Waiting where you are."

"Be alert. Enemies"

"Helicopters! We need helicopters!"

"We need to evacuate the wounded!"

Adolf yelled at the top of his lungs. The command's voice was still intermittent in his ears, but at least he could hear a few key words now.

"Helicopters cannot reach" "Türkiye rejects the United States"

"Hummer."

"Go back to Hasakah and wait."

The tinnitus engulfed Adolf like a whirlpool. The pain in his body and the heavy pressure of being in danger made him extremely irritable. However, he was a leader of a strictly trained special forces. The more times like this, the more his desire for survival became. strong.

After confirming that the helicopter could not reach, all he could rely on was the extra-legal regiment in Hasakah city.

The bad news is that the Outlaw Corps is completely unable to protect itself.

The good news is that the Syrian government's power in Hasakah is extremely weak, and at least it will not interfere with subsequent rescue operations.
The injury of the second seriously wounded man had also been treated, and the intense physical exertion made Adolf dizzy one after another.

He wanted to continue standing up, but his completely overstretched body and severe organ damage caused him to fall to the ground again.

The other team members rushed forward, and at this moment, lights finally lit up in the desert in the distance.

Reinforcements are coming.

Adolf breathed a long sigh of relief. He stood up holding the team member's shoulders and looked up into the distance.

But just this glance made him freeze on the spot.

The light comes from two different directions.

Two convoys arrived at the bombing area at the same time, which caused 1er RPIMa heavy losses!

The lights on the northwest side undoubtedly belonged to the Outlaw Corps, but the lights on the southeast side were unidentifiable.

"alert!"

Adolf ordered in a low voice, and then he lay down on the ground with his team members.

The intuitive attack did not appear. As if there was some tacit understanding, the two convoys stopped in place and started a confrontation several hundred meters apart.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the lives of the wounded, including Adolf himself, were also slipping away.

They can't afford it anymore.

"Come here, come here!"

"We need support!"

Adolf kept shouting on the radio, but his friendly forces never responded.

The unidentified convoy extinguished the lights first. There is no doubt that they have entered a state of combat readiness.

My judgment once again made a mistake, and the Syrian government forces arrived at the battlefield ahead of schedule at an unexpected speed!

A battle seems inevitable. No matter who wins or loses, it is a dead end for his team!

It's over now.

Adolf raised his gun and aimed in the direction where the lights went out in the distance.

He was ready for a desperate fight, but before he pulled the trigger, the roar of a helicopter suddenly came from the air.

He raised his head, and a Chinook suddenly appeared in his sight.

American.

They are coming.

Why are they here too? !
Countless questions rushed left and right in Adolf's mind. The moment before he lost consciousness again, he vaguely saw a ray of fire flying towards the Chinook in the air from the direction of the motorcade with the lights out. Dry
(End of this chapter)