Battlefield Contractor

When Lin Rui woke up, it was already the next day. Sergey is by his side, as are the other players.

"Boss! You finally woke up. I said long ago that I can do it. I wanted to be a doctor when I was a kid." Sergey breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are the first person who caused Lao Tzu to pass out directly from the pain." Lin Rui said helplessly, "but only a lunatic like me will seek you for an operation. Also, don't dream of a doctor, and be honest. Be a thief. The danger of being a thief is at least not as great as being a doctor. If you encounter a thief, you will lose a little money at most. If you encounter a doctor like you, the patient will die."

Everyone laughed. Sergey cried out, "Aren't you okay?" But he also knew in his heart that Lin Rui deliberately made fun of him just to make everyone not worry.

But soon, this brief relaxed atmosphere was broken again. Ahu came over, his face a little gloomy.

"What's the matter, Tiger." Lin Rui frowned.

"Nothing..." Ahu squeezed a smile from his face, but his beard-filled face looked even more ugly.

"What's the matter?" Lin Rui grabbed his arm and said.

Ahu whispered, "Boss, do you remember Han Zhijie?"

"Han Zhijie?" Lin Rui frowned slightly, and then smiled. "The Han Zhijie of the fourth squadron of the training camp? Of course I remember him, he is here too?"

Ahu nodded and said in a low voice, "After the Siberian training camp is over, we were divided together and joined Lao Zhao's commando team. Me, Ahu, and others have experienced many things together. You know, Many people have not been able to survive. Two years ago, when we were trapped in Leta City, he was there. You dragged us out of the Jedi. Then we have been to Congo, Sierra Leone, and North Africa Other places. But this time, he may not be able to survive."

Lin Rui's smiling expression instantly solidified. He put down his hand on Ahu's shoulder and whispered, "What happened to him?"

"The enemy's mortar bomb exploded one of his legs, and half of his internal organs were also damaged. Han Zhijie can't support the dawn. He wants to see you." Ahu whispered.

Lin Rui leaned on Ahu's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Where is he, take me over."

"He's on the corner. Peng Lefeng is accompanying him, and there are several other brothers." Ahu helped Lin Rui and whispered, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I can go." Lin Rui gritted his teeth and walked over with Ahu, Jiang An and others accompanied them.

At the corner of the tunnel is a simple battlefield first aid station. Several mercenaries with medical first aid experience are in charge of bandaging the wounded. Everyone is in a hurry and there are no disinfection facilities. The wounded were in turmoil, most of the wounded left as soon as they were bandaged, and the rest were severely wounded with no mobility. They lay in the farthest corner, with a strong smell of sweat and blood.

Peng Lefeng squatted in the corner with his head hanging down, saying nothing. And that Han Zhijie, the northern man who used to ride in the same car with Lin Rui and others to Siberia to participate in the mercenary training, is now almost half a person. One side of the body was severely blown up, one leg was gone, the body armor was damaged, the Kevlar fiber was exposed, and the bandages were constantly leaking blood.

"How is he?" Lin Rui asked in a low voice.

Peng Lefeng shook his head without speaking. Lin Rui was silent for a while, "Send a car to Anmore City, maybe he can still..."

"It's useless." Han Zhijie looked at Lin Rui and shook his head, "Boss, I can't hold on to that. I am in pain, and my whole body is in pain. I can't even survive tonight. I am looking for you, hoping you can end it. My pain."

"What stupid thing to say?!" Lin Rui shouted, "You **** have to live for me."

"But I really can't live anymore. Boss, we have all learned how to deal with situations like this in the training center. When everything is irreversible, it's time to give me a happy ending. This is the greatest kindness." Han Zhijie whispered. "Come on, I'm ready."

"Why me?" Lin Rui took a deep breath.

"Because you are our boss, you have saved us more than once. You are the leader, and this is an honor belonging to a mercenary, both for you and for him." Peng Lefeng got up and handed a pistol to Lin Rui .

"I will not shoot at my brother." Lin Rui shook his head.

"Then you have to watch him live and hurt. Do it, let him suffer less." Jiang An looked down at Han Zhijie's trembling body, and slowly said, "You are helping him to relieve his pain. . And he chooses to let you execute it because of his absolute trust in you. Don't let down that trust, brother."

Lin Rui was silent. He looked at Han Zhijie who was lying on the ground and moaning, and turned his head to take the gun in Peng Lefeng's hand. He took a deep breath and whispered, "Old Han, what else do you want to confess, our brother will do it for you. If you die, we will also take your ashes back."

Han Zhijie shook his head, "I don't want to go back. Because in the hearts of my family, we are already dead... I don't want to let them suffer a second time. Besides, people die like a lamp, there is no need to pay attention to too much... Bring it together, brethren..." His pale face was distorted with extreme pain. After speaking these few words intermittently, I was already sweating profusely.

"Boss, do it! I beg you, this is his last wish!" Peng Lefeng suddenly turned his head, his hot tears washed out the dust on his face in two traces, his distorted expression looked a little bit terror.

Lin Rui bent down and hugged Han Zhijie's twitching body, put the pistol on Han Zhijie's head, and whispered, "Good brother, I'll take you back. Good way!"

The gun went off, Han Zhijie's body spasm, then stopped. Lin Rui hugged the warm corpse and cried, he had never felt so sorry. After joining the mercenary for so long, he has experienced a lot of life and death, but he has never been as uncomfortable as today. He could not save his companions, and in the end he could only choose to end his suffering.

Peng Lefeng, Ahu and dozens of other comrades from the training camp accompany Lin Rui to cry. These mercenaries, who were strictly trained to turn into killing machines, cried like a group of children at this moment. But all those present, no one would laugh at them. The expression and catharsis of such true emotions can only be respected and should be respected.

The death of a mercenary has never been covered with flowers and military flags, and even no family members will shed tears. Only partners who are also mercenaries sent off with blood and bullets. Han Zhijie's insistence on letting Lin Rui kill him is an absolute trust. But Lin Rui solved his pain with kindness. The mercenaries around stood up one after another, raised their weapons and fired into the air. This ruthless bullet carries too much emotion. Let these mercenaries who are accustomed to killing, who should have been heartbroken, burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)