The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

"Fuck your mother!" Zhao Ziyang roared violently, and ran towards the girl's body frantically. When he saw the mercenary who shot the girl dead with one shot, he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at his head.

"Bang", the bullet shot into the back of the mercenary's head, and came out of his mouth, smashing four front teeth and gushing out a smear of blood.

The mercenary fell to the ground with a bang, his body convulsed, and a mixture of brain and blood flowed from his head.

The scene of shooting this mercenary was seen by several mercenaries nearby. They found that it was Zhao Ziyang who shot and killed their own people. They immediately woke up from the killing and ran in other directions.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

Standing in the middle of the village road, Zhao Ziyang shot quickly, killing all these mercenaries, and then walked up to the corpses and shot each of them in the head again.

The smell of blood and gunpowder stimulated Zhao Ziyang's vision and sense of smell to the greatest extent. His eyes were calm and cold, and his whole body exuded a strong murderous intent.

“啊……啊……啊呜呜呜……”旁边的房子里传出一个哥萨克女人绝望到极点的哭叫声，撕心裂肺。

Zhao Ziyang strode towards the house, and saw a mercenary holding down a woman's hands, and another mercenary grabbing the woman's legs and shaking them back and forth.

A lump of flesh and blood was thrown on the ground, no, it wasn't flesh and blood, it was a child the size of a full moon, but it had been trampled into a pulp by these two mercenaries.

"boom!"

The head of the mercenary who was moving rapidly on the woman's body spurted out a pool of blood, and he lay heavily on the woman's body.

The other mercenary looked at his companion who was beaten to death by Zhao Ziyang, and then at Zhao Ziyang's gun pointing at him, with a savage gleam in his eyes.

With a "click", there was no bullet in the pistol magazine.

"Da da da..." The mercenary pulled the trigger at Zhao Ziyang without hesitation.

The moment the other party pulled the trigger, Zhao Ziyang's body slanted out, and rushed in front of him at a speed that was incomprehensible for a mercenary, and stretched out his right hand to grab his wrist.

"Click!" "Ah!..."

The mercenary's wrist was broken by Zhao Ziyang, and he let out a cry of pain.

With a gloomy face, Zhao Ziyang clamped the mercenary's head with his hands and twisted it hard.

"Crack it..."

The mercenary's cries of pain disappeared, and his whole head turned to the back. For the first time, his eyes saw his own back without using a mirror.

"Plop", the mercenary fell to the ground, with blood crazily flowing from his mouth and nose...

Zhao Ziyang, who had killed the two mercenaries, glanced at the woman, and saw that she hugged the ball of flesh and blood tightly in her arms without even mentioning her trousers, kissing, crying, and laughing non-stop. Singing nursery rhymes non-stop...

This woman is crazy, completely crazy, from the moment her child was trampled into a pulp.

After replacing the magazine, Zhao Ziyang glanced at the Cossack woman with pity, and raised his pistol at him.

"Bang", the woman's madness stopped, her hands tightly hugging the lump of flesh and blood, refusing to let go.

This woman has no need to live, she is far happier dead than alive.

The whole village was filled with cries, most of which were women's cries, you can imagine what these mercenaries were doing.Are they still mercenaries?Mercenaries have beliefs and principles, do they have them?

Zhao Ziyang showed an indescribable smile, and strode towards another room where a woman was crying.

"Hell!" came Monk's voice.

Zhao Ziyang turned around and saw the three of Monksare and seven or eight recruits running towards him with guns.

Seeing a few recruits running over, Zhao Ziyang showed the smile just now, and whispered to them: "Kill all the other mercenaries!"

A dozen or so recruits were stunned for a moment, not knowing why.

"Go! Get rid of all these sons of bitches, we are human beings, not beasts!" Monk, who had reacted, cursed.

The rest of the mercenaries reacted immediately, followed behind Monk and drilled into one house after another, and then there were crisp gunshots inside.

On this occasion, the gathering of a dozen or so recruits is enough to prove that they are still normal and have a bottom line, otherwise there would not be a dozen or so recruits who were not separated.They must have killed civilians too, but you have no choice but to keep yourself alive when the other party fights back.

Zhao Ziyang also killed, he had no reason to let go of the person who wanted to kill him.As for killing that woman, Zhao Ziyang's pity broke out to make her feel more relaxed.

Walking into a room, Zhao Ziyang saw three mercenaries surrounding a young girl.The girl was naked, staring at the roof with an expressionless face, her eyes revealed nothing but numbness.

The three mercenaries who saw Zhao Ziyang walking in didn't react at all. One mercenary hugged the girl's snow-white thigh and shook it fiercely. You could clearly see the girl's lower body dripping with blood.Another mercenary walked up to the girl's face with his ugly lower body hanging, stretched out his hand to pinch the girl's cheek, and stuffed his own thing into it.

The girl was still numb, allowing the foreign objects in her mouth to come and go.

Zhao Ziyang stepped forward, walked up to the mercenary, and made an emotionless voice: "Is it fun?"

"It's fun, it's been a long time since I've had such a good time, hahaha..." The mercenary who had sold his genitals let out a lewd laugh, and suddenly felt that something was blocking the back of his head.

"Bang", a stream of blood gushed out from his forehead, staining the girl's snow-white chest red.

"you……"

"Bang", the mercenary who had just made a sound fell to the ground with a bang, blood dripping from his head.

"You, you, what are you doing? Hell, you, you..." The mercenary whose lower body was still stuffed in the girl's mouth changed drastically, and his eyes were full of deep fear.

A flash of light suddenly flashed from Zhao Ziyang's hand, and then the mercenary felt a lump in his lower body, and he took two steps back, seeing blood spurting from his crotch.

Yes, blood did squirt, but this squirt was nothing like a carotid artery squirt.Have you ever seen a faucet?Everyone has it, right?Yes, like the jet of a faucet turned all the way up, making a hissing sound.

"Ah!..." The mercenary covered his lower body with his mouth wide open, making a desperate and painful voice.

With a sound of "chi", the triangular pierced into his mouth and penetrated through his brain.

The sound of friction between the army thorn and the bone came out slowly, Zhao Ziyang pulled out the three-edged thorn, picked out the piece of soft flesh in the girl's mouth, wiped the blood on her face with his sleeve, and asked softly: "Tell me, do you still want to use it?" Do you want to live?"

The girl was still staring at the roof numbly, without any reaction.

"I'll count to three. If you don't speak again, I'll treat you as if you don't want to live, okay?" Zhao Ziyang's voice was extremely gentle, just like talking between lovers.

"one……"

"two……"

"three……"

"Pfft", the army thorn pierced the girl's chest without hesitation, ending her young and bright life.

"Actually... I want you to live strong." Zhao Ziyang sighed softly, turned around and walked out of the room heavily.

There was a chaotic sound from the east of the village, mixed with crying and threatening roars, and gunshots were heard from time to time.

"Hell, kill everyone in the village." Monk, who smelled of blood all over his body, caught up with Zhao Ziyang who was walking slowly with a fierce look on his face.

"Well, very good, now follow me to the east end of the village, I think it will be more exciting there." Zhao Ziyang nodded and walked forward at a leisurely pace.

Meng Ke and others followed Zhao Ziyang carefully, and they felt a smell that only a god of death could have from Zhao Ziyang.In the blood groove of the triangular thorn that he held tightly, the viscous blood gathered into a ball and flowed to the tip of the thorn, forming a round blood drop, which was pulled into an oval shape by the air at the moment of dripping, and then It collided with the ground, and a dazzling blood flower bloomed.

More than 20 mercenaries at the east end of the village controlled fifty or sixty unarmed villagers, making them squat down in a circle, with black muzzles aimed at their heads.

"Da da da da da..." "Ha ha ha ha..."

The laughter amid the gunfire was particularly harsh, and a puff of blood mist shot out from the villagers' bodies, combined with oxygen molecules, mixed with the air and floated out, full of pungent fishy smell.

The gunfire stopped, the crying of the villagers also disappeared, and they fell into a deathly silence.

"Is your sister's average rate of fire 0.4 seconds?" Zhao Ziyang, who walked to the east end of the village, glanced at the villagers who died tragically, and asked the goddess.

"The average rate of fire is 0.4 seconds, and the gun is right between the eyebrows." The goddess answered Zhao Ziyang's words.

"Is your sister dead?" Zhao Ziyang continued to ask.

"My sister is dead." The goddess nodded.

"Do you think I can beat her if she is still alive?" Zhao Ziyang continued to ask questions without haste, without emotion.

"You can't win." The goddess stared at Zhao Ziyang.

At this moment, Zhao Ziyang moved the MP5 submachine gun behind his back as if it flew into his hands. His eyes shone with a light that was so bright that it was difficult to look directly at it, and his whole body exuded an indescribable strength.This powerful force directly forms a vortex, with him as the center, sweeping madly around, circle by circle, making people feel like they are in the roaring sea, and they will be swallowed by this powerful force at any time.

Fear radiated from everyone's heart, and everyone was in danger.That assault rifle is not scary, what is scary is this man, this man who completely exploded all the power in his body!He can be the sea, the mountain, the storm, or a bloodthirsty beast with teeth and claws.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

A series of gunshots sounded, and more than twenty mercenaries stood there blankly. Their movements were the same, the blood hole between their eyebrows was the same, and the posture of falling down was also the same...

The goddess opened her mouth wide, and her eyes exuded disbelief. She couldn't believe that what happened before her eyes was made by hell.At this moment, a fear that expanded to the limit rose in her heart: Hell, he is hell!

"Can you beat your sister?" Zhao Ziyang made a voice that was still without any emotion.

The goddess did not answer.

"Can it or can't it?" Zhao Ziyang continued to ask.

Two lines of tears flowed from the eyes of the goddess, and the whole person softened as if losing all strength, and sat slumped on the ground.

"Can it or can't!" Zhao Ziyang's violent roar burst out, shaking the goddess' limp body to tremble.

"Zero, zero, [-] seconds... can, can, can..." The goddess was completely limp on the ground, tears streaming out violently, crying silently.

The goddess's head was held against Zhao Ziyang's muzzle, and her hair was scalded by the hot gun muzzle, giving off a burnt smell.But the goddess felt a needle-like coldness, which made her breathless.

"Why were you not there when my family was killed by the Cossacks?" The goddess raised her head without fear, her beautiful eyes full of resentment.

Zhao Ziyang stared at the goddess without any emotion on his face.

"Why didn't you show up when my family was killed by the Cossacks?" The resentment in the goddess' eyes disappeared, turning into deep pain, and the pain in her eyes distorted her face.

If you don’t see it, you will never understand how the pain in the eyes distorts the shape of the face. It is an illusion created in the brain, and the illusion created by the extreme pain is even uglier than the real facial distortion.

"Ah..." Zhao Ziyang sighed deeply, put the rifle on the ground in a slump, squatted down and hugged the goddess tightly in his arms.

"Woooooo..." the goddess let out a suppressed cry, and her whole body trembled violently.

"Go to sleep, everything will be fine once you sleep." Zhao Ziyang said softly against the goddess' ear, and kissed her earlobe lightly.

The goddess fell asleep, and fell asleep lying in Zhao Ziyang's arms like this, with two teardrops hanging from her long eyelashes, and her small mouth was slightly pouted, looking innocent...

42 people, 12 people survived, 30 people lost their lives on the battlefield after all, they can be warriors, except for the 12 survivors, no one will know how they died, they are - warriors!