Battlefield Contract Worker

When he walked to Lin Rui's side, he was equally embarrassed, except for the blood on his cheeks, there was dust and gravel. "The people are all assembled. But the situation is not good."

Lin Rui nodded, "What about the specific situation?"

"We lost two armed pickups, and Group B lost nine people in one performance. Our Group A, plus the previous ones, also lost eight, and a few were seriously injured. The guns may not work." He said, "In order to cover Crazy Horse, he was seriously injured. Now he is in a semi-conscious state. Crazy Horse pulled and dragged him to get him back."

Lin Rui nodded silently, his smoking hand trembled a little. No one thought that this unplanned encounter would bring such a huge loss. "Calling everyone together, we're going to keep going east. This is our only hope of getting out before the Secret Society armed forces come after us."

Lin Rui turned his head and glanced at Crazy Horse. The Indian was sitting there, a little lost because of his grief. Lin Rui walked over and kicked him, "Get up and keep walking!"

"Guns is going to die, he died to save me." Crazy Horse raised his head and roared exhausted.

"He's not dead yet, even if he's dead, don't let his death be meaningless!" Lin Rui grabbed him, "You remember it for Lao Tzu! Your life was given by him, and you have to live for him. Carry him on my back and keep going!"

"Why do you want to leave, why don't you stay and fight!" Crazy Horse said angrily, "As a mercenary captain, are you so afraid of death?"

Lin Rui looked at him coldly and said, "You can understand that. Some mercenaries are not afraid of death because they never know how to cherish life. They trample on their own lives like they trample on a piece of waste paper. It's as if life is not their own. , they live only to fight and kill, to lose their lives. For those who regard life as a treasure, of course they think they are unstoppable and dare not confront them.

It is precisely for this reason that the double gap between desperate and fear of death gives some people the opportunity to run wild and make them feel invincible and domineering. Then let the originally not very high IQ be almost worn out in the long-term fighting. Even if this kind of person is fierce, he is still a pile of scrap metal in his bones, and he can't make a big climate! "

"You!" Crazy Horse roared and grabbed him.

"Know why we are called O2, because oxygen represents our ubiquity, and it also represents the continuation of life and the foundation of survival. It is not shameful for those with brains to be afraid of death, but for those without brains!" Lin Rui shook his head away. Hand shouted, "Don't be like a bitch. Take up arms and break through with me!"

The actuary walked over to the shore, patted Crazy Horse on the shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Let's go. We have to live first." Lin Rui turned around without hesitation and gave orders to organize the team to move on. Because he knew that the more it was like this, the less he could be soft. Everyone is looking at him, and he is also the hope for everyone to survive. The stronger he appears, the more confident these brethren will be. On the contrary, if he softens, the will of the team will completely collapse.

He had never scolded Crazy Horse like that in public, but he knew Crazy Horse would understand. He has to use this opportunity to boost the morale of the team.

The gunshots and explosions quickly resumed. Several militants of the secret society are frantically attacking them. In their eyes, these mercenaries have been trapped, like a small bird covered by a hunter's birding net, ramming around in the cage without thinking, looking left and right, with no way to escape.

A tidal wave of militants rushed towards them, mixed with cautious greetings and footsteps. Countless secret society armed forces in black combat uniforms approached Karen step by step, layer by layer. Suddenly, gunfire erupted all around. The flying bullets were woven into a web of fire around their bodies, hitting the walls of the ruins and splashing dust on the ground. Someone was hit by a bullet and fell to the ground. Mouth wide open on the floor, lingering on, the death of life is so ugly and cruel.

The gunfights, chaotic and sudden fierce battles left the minds of these secret society armed with a blank, as if they were outside. In a trance, there is no thought, no fear, not even myself.

The same is true for Lin Rui and others. The fierce battle almost made him not know where he was, and his eyes were just a black cloud that rolled over and swarmed. For a long time, he could not hear any sound, the glass windows shattered silently, the earthen walls of the building fell to the ground, all the chaos and intensity stimulated his senses through the visual nerves. He suspects he has not recovered from a minor concussion.

Suddenly, the whistling of bullets, the sound of glass shattering, and the cries of militants from the secret society erupted like a flood that had burst a dike. He was so shocked that he couldn't help shivering. In the deafening noise, the nerves returned to normal.

The terror of the battle returned to him, and Lin Rui's instinctive response was to fire back with a gun. Although most of the time he couldn't even see the exact direction of the enemy, even though he didn't aim at all, the gun in his hand "fired" bullet after bullet. Take lives, or be harvested by others. He didn't even hesitate ~www.readwn.com~ and didn't even look at the way other companions were shot. The only thing he could do was shoot all the bullets out of the pistol. Slowly, the rain faded, the gunshots faded, and scattered bullets passed by like shooting stars. Lin Rui also stopped shooting. Another charge by the Secret Society was repelled.

There was a brief calm on both sides, a calm on the strings, a calm like an active volcano accumulating deeper eruptions.

At the headquarters of the secret society, the information of the fierce battle on the periphery of the encirclement had reached the ears of Maklovsky. He threw his fist angrily, "Unsurprisingly! Their attack outside was just a cover, they didn't have a helicopter, and everything was just a myth. Damn it, it's a pity I'm still not firm enough!"

Conan frowned, "So they have two groups of people, one group is trapped in the circle. The other group is trying to mislead us?"

"Yes, they're trying to convince us that they have helicopters and can do short-range leapfrog combat. But the reality is that they want to use the guise of being outside to distract our attention. Luckily I didn't have them all withdrawn. Back and forth. And they were accidentally discovered by one of our search teams. They are now engaged in an engagement. And we are closest to the engagement site, and there are two teams of strength that can be put into battle. At most an hour, our People will be able to arrive. Then the victory will be established in one fell swoop!" Maklovsky slapped the table and said.