Battlefield Contract Worker

Leta City, a capital city with a fairly large scale, is now in the midst of fierce battles. From two days ago, this began to be shelled by the Anmore rebels. "Boom!!!" Another explosion sounded without warning. The splattered concrete fragments and the powder of brick soil fell from the air and scattered everywhere.

Locals crowded like rats in the gaps between bomb shelters and bombed-out buildings, building a sort of shack out of bricks, cardboard and sheet metal plucked from the rubble. The occasional moaning and weeping among the rubble is the hallmark of people's overcrowded dwellings.

The dilapidated hospital was crowded with wounded soldiers who were screaming for lack of painkillers, those who were blinded for two days, those who had broken arms and legs, those who were burnt with bruises, hideous faces, and bloodied. They were victims of the last battle. But for now, they are the lucky ones. At least they got back to the hospital from the line of fire alive.

From southeastern Anmore to urban areas further west, in trenches, under rubble, in grass and desert lay the dead bodies of the dead. Some have just died, some are rotting and stinking. And among them, some people have no graves, no tombstones, not even a simple mark. No one knows their names, where they come from, or who will cry for them. Because they are all mercenaries.

Having survived the shelling, Peng Lefeng struggled to get out of the bunker. With a few brothers, they took to the streets, and they could finally breathe a sigh of relief. Peng Lefeng hesitated again and again, but still took out the only cigarette from the wrinkled cigarette case and held it at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, Lao Peng, you don't want to smoke it." A mercenary said with a smile, "That cigarette has been in your arms for almost a week."

Peng Lefeng glanced at him, lit the cigarette with a lighter, and sarcastically said, "I still have to smoke it. Because I found out that you've been staring at it for almost a week. If I hang up one day, maybe your kid will be the first One thing to do is to get this cigarette from me."

"How could you think of me like that?" The mercenary sighed, "I thought we were brothers." But he changed his words, "Since we are brothers, it is right for me to inherit your inheritance."

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Peng Lefeng grabbed the cigarette in his mouth and threw it at him.

The mercenary caught half the cigarette with both hands, took a puff, and then gave it back to him, "This is the brother, but Lao Peng, do you think we can survive it?"

Peng Lefeng shook his head with a cigarette in his mouth, "I don't know. I don't want to know either!"

The city is besieged and supplies are insufficient, so even food is rationed. There were some black women on the street, queuing up to get their rations. The child was so skinny that he was nothing but cute. The calorie intake of food per person per day is less than half of what it was before the war, and even this amount of food is decreasing, sometimes not at all.

Medicines are now more scarce than food. Starvation and disease knocked people to the ground like bullets, and infectious diseases rushed from ruin to ruin like locusts. Children are mostly ill and most are malnourished. Infant and child mortality rose to its highest point during the war.

The world has become a giant Pandora's box, and if there is any hope in it, it is the hope that the night will come soon. Night can hide all this, and a few hours of sleep can travel to pre-war situations. Therefore, those who still have to wake up the next morning cannot but envy those who are always asleep.

Not far away, there was a riot in the convoy distributing supplies, and there were attempts to **** the supplies. The Anmor government forces shot down the situation, at the cost of the deaths of three civilians. Peng Lefeng and a few mercenaries stood there watching, like the most indifferent spectators in the world.

A young black father hugged a child and knelt at Peng Lefeng's feet, saying that the child was starving and begging for some food. Because only these foreign mercenaries have supplies now, and they even have cans and even smoke.

A mercenary hesitated for a while, and took out a can to throw it at the man, but was stopped by Peng Lefeng. He looked at the black man, pulled out the pistol at his waist and pointed at him, "Yesterday you came here with a child, and today you have another one. This child is not yours, but you picked it up on the road. He Not starving, but dead. Get out of my sight now, or I'll give you a bullet."

The black man fled in a panic, and Peng Lefeng felt as if his stomach was full of disgusting things, which made him want to vomit. Is it the war that makes humanity so mean, or is it inherently mean? He didn't know, he just felt that ~www.readwn.com~ he should finish this last cigarette without any regrets.

Suddenly a few mercenaries ran over, "Boss, our plane passed by and dropped supplies."

"What? Where?!" Peng Lefeng grabbed him suddenly and said, "Where is it."

"On the other side of the street, a few brothers have already gone. We have to go quickly, or else the civilians will rob everything." The mercenary shouted.

"Then what are you waiting for, go grab it!" Peng Lefeng jumped up and roared with red eyes. "Shoot and tell them who killed who!"

Under the siege, whether it is food, medicine or ammunition, they are all they need urgently, and it is also their reliance to survive. Peng Lefeng and some mercenaries rushed over with a clamor. But they were still a step too late, and by the time they arrived, the place was already surrounded by government troops.

"Get out of the way, let me get out of the way. Things are ours!" Peng Lefeng and a group of mercenaries fiercely pushed the government troops away and walked over separately from the crowd.

However, they found the scene was surprisingly calm. The government troops were surrounded by them, but no one started to **** anything.

There was a man sitting on top of a pile of supplies, and this man also had a parachute button on his body. But another man, holding a government army captain in his hand, pressed a gun to the captain's chin.

The man sitting on the pile of items was Lin Rui, and the man holding the captain of the government army was Jiangan.

Seeing Peng Lefeng and these mercenaries coming, Lin Rui jumped off the stack of supplies. "Okay, actuary, let go of this captain and let him get the **** out of here. Our people are here."

Peng Lefeng handed the gun in his hand to the mercenary beside him and ran over to hug Lin Rui. "Lin Rui, hahahaha!! I can't believe it's really you!?" Peng Lefeng hugged Lin Rui and laughed. "I'm not dreaming? It's actually you, why are you here?!"