The strongest mercenary across the line of fire

The violent explosion only lasted for more than a minute, and within that minute, the entire base was completely razed to the ground.Fragmentary explosion sounds came from time to time in the firelight, adding a bit of gunfire smoke to the desolate scorched earth from time to time.

Zhao Ziyang, whose seven orifices were bleeding from the shock, had a mouth full of yellow sand, and swallowed the yellow sand uncontrollably, blocking his throat and trachea.

"Cough cough cough..."

The instinctive reaction of the body made Zhao Ziyang cough violently, and it was this instinctive reaction of the body that made him feel his own existence.

"Boom... Boom..." Zhao Ziyang chewed the yellow sand in his mouth hard, using this strong stimulation to wake himself up and gain control of his brain over his body.

The desert storm is still blowing crazily, the glasses and nose protectors have long since disappeared, and the yellow sand is inhaled with every breath, and the glasses are even more obsessed by the yellow sand.There was no whistling of sandstorms in my ears, only a dizzying hum.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spewed out from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. Following the spout of blood, his chest felt much more comfortable, even though his internal organs were still extremely painful.

Zhao Ziyang turned around slowly, squeezed his trembling fists and hit his chest with all his strength.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spewed out, and the chest became much more comfortable again. The strength of his hands and feet seemed to have recovered a lot, and he was able to support him to get up.

Barely standing up, Zhao Ziyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the flattened base in the sandstorm, and staggered towards a lying body in front.

"Blade edge! Blade edge!" Zhao Ziyang moved the body and yelled loudly.

He couldn't hear his own shout, he could only feel himself calling Blade's name through his mouth and the nervous system in his head.

The speed of time in the space seems to have become extremely slow, at least that's what Zhao Ziyang felt at this time, he stretched out his hand to pat the blood-stained cheek of the blade, and continued to yell.

As if hearing Zhao Ziyang's voice, Dao Feng shook his head, opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at Zhao Ziyang with protruding eyeballs, and opened his mouth to talk to him.

"What? What did you say?" Zhao Ziyang asked loudly.

He could not hear Blade's voice, and Blade could not hear him.

"Look at the others, we must retreat immediately!" Zhao Ziyang made a gesture, squinting his eyes and groping to the side against the sandstorm.

Dao Feng understood Zhao Ziyang's meaning, endured the severe pain in his abdomen, and crawled in the opposite direction, looking for his companion who was pushed out in the explosion.

Due to the dense effect of the explosion shock wave, their positions are not too scattered, and it is easy to find Swart, Rifle, and Tiger Shark.

"Wu Nan, how are you?" Zhao Ziyang called out to Wu Nan who was sitting on the sand with his back turned to him.

After shouting, Zhao Ziyang knew that everyone was deaf, so he stepped forward and patted Wu Nan on the shoulder.

Wu Nan, whose face was covered with blood, turned his head and yelled at Zhao Ziyang.

"What did you say? Louder!" Zhao Ziyang asked Wu Nan with the loudest voice.

Wu Nan said something loudly again. Zhao Ziyang didn't hear him, but when he saw him dragging a bloody man over with great effort, he immediately jumped on him.

The scytheman, the scytheman's body was covered with blood mixed with yellow sand, and the back of his head was still gushing steaming blood.Wu Nan's outstretched right hand was blocking the wound on the back of his head, but it couldn't be blocked no matter what.

Seeing the sickle hand, Zhao Ziyang immediately pressed the neck artery of the sickle hand. The moment he pressed it, the muscles on his face twitched.Then he quickly opened the eyelids of Scythe Hand, and saw that his pupils had dilated, showing the appearance of a dead person.

In addition, Zhao Ziyang also noticed that the wound on the back of the scythe hand's head still had blood clots.Obviously, it's not a blood clot, it's brain matter.

"Fuck you!" The roar burst from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and two lines of blood poured out of his eyes instantly.

The scytheman died. If he guessed correctly, he should have been hit in the back of the head by a brick.The bricks under the shock wave are comparable to bullets, as long as they hit the vital parts, they will definitely die.

Zhao Ziyang half-kneeled in front of the sickleman's body, his lips moving, he didn't know what to say, then he tore off the sickleman's collar, ripped off the opponent's soldier card, and pulled Wu Nan up.

Wu Nan pointed at the dead body of the scytheman and yelled loudly at Zhao Ziyang. Zhao Ziyang couldn't hear what he was yelling, but he could roughly guess it.

"The Scytheman is dead. Let me tell you, the Scytheman is dead. What we have to do now is to ensure that we can survive!" Zhao Ziyang yelled at Wu Nan with a ferocious expression, pulling him up and staggering forward.

Except for the dead scytheman, everyone was seriously injured, barely supporting each other, and got into the sandstorm.

No one expected that the situation would be like this. The defenders didn't want to fight them in any form at all, they just wanted to kill them all, using the simplest method to kill them all.

The bombing of the base was originally a task for the lurkers, and the defenders didn't want to stop it. They violated their professional ethics.But no one would know that everyone could only see the facts, not the process. For the defenders, this fact was nothing more than a mission failure.

Swart fell to the ground with a bang, his mouth and nose kept spraying blood foam, his ribs were broken, and the broken ribs pierced into the lung lobes.

The tiger shark supporting Swart struggled to lift Swart up, and yelled at Zhao Ziyang.

Seeing Swart's situation, Zhao Ziyang asked Tiger Shark to stabilize Swart, removed two rifles, fixed Swart's lungs with two barrels, and then took off his combat uniform to wrap his chest tightly. , together with Tiger Shark to help him move forward.

The sandstorm continued to cover the sky and the sun, and Zhao Ziyang and his party could only rely on their intuition to move far away.All the equipment was lost during the escape, not even a compass, so re-judging the position and orientation can only be done after the sandstorm stops.

One foot deep and one foot shallow, the group of seriously injured people gradually departed from the original direction towards the Jordan River and turned to march deep into Palestine.

This sandstorm lasted for a whole night, and it was announced that it had completely stopped at nearly five o'clock in the morning.And its stop is also very strange, it stops as soon as it is said, without any warning, and it changes from a sandstorm to a clear moon with no wind in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Ziyang stopped and looked around, looking for his location.

"Boss, we seem to have deviated too much, and we seem to be heading east." Wu Nan stared at the moon in the west and said, "We are heading towards Palestine."

Zhao Ziyang nodded, wiped the sand from his face, turned his head to look at Swarte, who was about to lose his grip, and gritted his teeth, "Continue to go west!"

"Boss?" Tiger Shark's eyes showed doubts.

"We can't change the route, we can only go west, otherwise Swart will definitely not be able to survive." Zhao Ziyang licked his dry lips and said: "Continuing to go east can save Swart's life. Swart died of blood loss."

The mercenaries nodded and continued to stagger eastward.

At this moment, a convoy appeared in the distance, and the bright headlights shone straight at them.

Seeing the convoy driving towards them, Zhao Ziyang threw away the rifle in his hand and raised his hands high.The Blades behind them also threw away their guns and raised their hands.

This is a line of military vehicles with heavily armed Palestinian soldiers on them.

"Kneel down! Kneel down!" the Palestinian soldiers who jumped out of the car shouted with guns in hand.

"OK, OK, don't rush, don't make a fuss." Zhao Ziyang knelt on the ground with his hands raised, and said to an officer, "We will cooperate with you, but our people were seriously injured, and I request medical treatment."

With a "snap", Zhao Ziyang's body fell heavily on the ground, his head was bleeding from the gun butt, and his mind fell into a momentary blank state.

"Take it away, take it away!" Dazed, Zhao Ziyang and his party were roughly packed into the car by soldiers and drove towards the depths of Palestine on the east bank of the Jordan River.

This is the Palestinian checkpoint on the east bank of the Jordan River. There are two companies of Palestinian soldiers stationed there. These two companies belong to the Palestinian military and guard here to inspect Palestinian-Israeli refugees.

Zhao Ziyang, who woke up, found that his hands and feet were tightly handcuffed, and Dao Feng and others beside him were also handcuffed to the pipes in the house.Swart drooped his head, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. The rest of the people were all tortured and fell into a coma at this time.

The sun outside the window looked particularly bright, shining warmly on his body.But Zhao Ziyang had no time to enjoy the bright sunshine. He saw two Palestinian soldiers with guns walking in through the door.

After two armed soldiers came in and stood still, a Palestinian officer strode in with a gloomy face.

"I ask for help, for my comrades in arms." Zhao Ziyang said to the officer, although he didn't think his words would be effective.

The officer shook his head, pulled out a baton and lifted Zhao Ziyang's chin for a look, his eyes showing contempt.

"Are you Israeli soldiers? If you are Israeli soldiers, we can rescue you according to the prisoner of war treaty. Tell me, are you Israeli soldiers?"

The officer's words are very tempting. If you admit it, you will be treated like a prisoner of war. This is an international practice, and it works wherever you go.

"No, we are not Israeli soldiers, we are mercenaries." Zhao Ziyang stared at the officer and said loudly: "Your ammunition base in the desert was blasted and destroyed by us. That is our task."

The officer applauded lightly, with a smile on his face, but this smile was full of deep hatred.

With a "snap", the slender baton slammed into Zhao Ziyang's face.A bloodstain appeared from the corner of the eye to the bridge of the nose, slowly oozing blood.

"You bastards, goddamn mercenaries, you ruined our ammunition base. Do you know how important that is to us? Do you know?" The officer roared, reached out and grabbed Zhao Ziyang's collar, gnashing his teeth Said: "Listen, you have to atone for this, you must pay for it."

"Yes." Zhao Ziyang stared at the officer, nodded and said, "My comrade-in-arms has a punctured lung. If you can rescue him, I will pay accordingly."

"Bah", a mouthful of thick phlegm spit on Zhao Ziyang's face, flowing down his cheeks.

Zhao Ziyang shook his cheeks and smiled.

"Listen." Zhao Ziyang said to the officer: "We are very powerful. Although we fell into your hands, our ability to raze your ammunition base to the ground is enough to show our strength. We can cooperate, and you will get a very powerful partners, or you can choose not to cooperate. It doesn’t matter, you can kill us all, but you will lose.”

"You bastard, do you know what I want now?" The officer pinched Zhao Ziyang's neck and said with anger in his eyes, "Don't tell me how powerful you are, I only know that this is my territory, and I'll be here next second." The clock can hook your intestines out of your anus, wrap them around your neck and hang you!"

The neck was firmly pinched by the opponent's big hand, Zhao Ziyang could clearly feel the friction sound from the throat bone, and his whole body was almost strangled to death.But there was still a smile on his face, a cruel smile.

Obviously, the other party is not in a hurry to kill them, or it is not up to this low-level officer to decide whether to kill him or not.

Sure enough, when Zhao Ziyang's larynx was about to be crushed, the officer let go of his big hand and led the soldiers out in big strides.

"Cough cough cough..." Zhao Ziyang let out a violent cough to ease the strong discomfort caused by the suffocation just now.

"Tough guy! Tough guy! Daofeng! Daofeng!" Zhao Ziyang, who had recovered from his breath, shouted loudly.

As if they heard Zhao Ziyang's cry, the guys shook their heads and lifted their inhuman cheeks with great effort.

"Hush!" Tiger Shark whistled lightly, and said mockingly, "We're not dead yet."

"Nonsense, let's see how Swart is doing?" Zhao Ziyang yelled at Tiger Shark.

Hearing the order, the tiger shark kicked Swart's thigh, and in return Swart shook like a dead man.

Seeing this lifeless appearance, the tiger shark kicked directly to Swart's ribs with its toes.

"Uh..." A painful groan came from Swart's mouth.

After hearing the groans, the group of people breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they didn't die.

The hum of a helicopter came from outside the window, and through the window, one could clearly see an Apache gunship flying towards this side.

Apache gunships, which don't mean anything else, but in Palestine mean that big shots have come here.