Son of Heaven

Chapter 890 Seven: Escape

All the soldiers are gathered around the periphery of the fire scene, shooting wildly, knocking down rows of people, piles of corpses piled up in the periphery of the sea of ​​fire in no time, but their cold and crazy expressions are not the slightest bit Change, the barrel of the gun is constantly spraying flames, trying to kill every enemy who is still alive, leaving no one behind!

"A group of vicious bastards, kill you all, kill you all, kill you all!" Zhang Shan roared frantically, firing all the bullets in the Vulcan cannon, and completely killing the two full ammunition belts on his body. After lighting up, he didn't give up, snatched the guns from the surrounding soldiers, and poured the bullets in the guns fiercely.
The gunshots kept ringing, and kept ringing, but the wailing and begging for mercy resounded from the very beginning to the last silence, and then to the last half-noise, except for the gunshots that still resounded all over the venue. Apart from the sound of flames engulfing people's bodies, and the crazy roars and cries of the soldiers, there was no other sound.

All the soldiers stood there silently after they had exhausted all the bullets in their guns and all the bullets on their bodies, with trembling hands, grief and anger in their hearts, blood in the corners of their eyes, and tears in their eyes! [

"Little Six, and the brothers who died in this battle, we have avenged you!" Zhang Shan held the gun upside down, turned around slowly, looked at the headless corpse standing in the distance, and looked at the headless corpse on the top of the mountain. The three corpses lined up side by side suddenly let out a roar, knelt down on the ground, threw away the gun, and cried bitterly, covering their faces.

The other fighters also knelt down on the ground, roaring with grief and indignation beyond measure.

No matter how hard-hearted they are, no matter how transcendent they are, no matter how hard they fight, no matter how they regard death as home, they are still human beings, real men with flesh and blood, affection and righteousness, they really do His face remained unchanged until he faced the departure of his closest comrade-in-arms.

What's more, they are just a group of soldiers who have just stepped onto the battlefield, soldiers who have just experienced a cruel test of blood and fire, they can't contain the sadness in their hearts, they urgently need to vent their emotions!

"A group of cowards, cry! How can there be immortals on the battlefield?" Yao Weilin cursed angrily, but when he cursed, his eyes suddenly felt a little stinging, and with a light swipe, he saw a touch of wetness on his fingers tear stains!

"What the hell, why did I become a sissy? Why did I start crying too? Is this still me, Crazy Yao?" Yao Weilin stared blankly at the tear stains on his hands, his hands were trembling, and his heart was also trembling.

He suddenly discovered that the troop he was training now seemed to be different from the mercenary troop he had trained before.Those mercenaries in the past were united for profit and formed a so-called collective. Even though they fought bravely, and even though they also cried for the death of their comrades, Yao Weilin suddenly realized vaguely that it was as if the mercenary in front of him The cries of these soldiers are not the same as those of the mercenaries.

As for the difference, he didn't know. He only knew that when he faced the death of his comrades and the crying of the mercenaries, although he would feel sad and regret it, he would never cry.He thought that his heart was as hard as a stone, and he would not be moved by external objects, but now with the tears falling from his eyes, he found that the crying of these people was not simply mourning the death of someone , but because of the lack of one or a group of good brothers who can never be replaced in the group, we cry in sorrow. This kind of sadness is not a temporary pain, but a wound that will never heal and will be buried in memory forever.