Battlefield Contractor

The branch was fast and heavy. The black man stepped on the trap by mistake and was hung in the air. The branch was unbiased and hit the black man’s ankle heavily. Don't look at this black man with a big waist and a tall man, but like everyone else, his ankle is also a very fragile position.

This branch is a double trap that Lin Rui set up before. The first trap is to hang the black man up, and the second trap is to immediately release a branch with high elasticity after being lifted, and swipe the one hanging in the air. ankle.

The black screamed, and his ankle was instantly interrupted by the huge power of the tree branch. Not only the ankle, but the white bone stubble at the end of the calf were exposed, and the sharp bone stubble pierced the skin and exposed the flesh. The black man screamed in pain.

Barea caught up with the first few steps, cut the rope with a knife, and lowered the black man from the branch. George, who had already walked out for a while, heard the screams and hurriedly turned his head. When he saw the black man's tragic condition, he couldn't help but said, "What's going on."

"It's a trap. It uses Indian tripwire and Malay trash trap. I have never seen such a well-designed trap mechanism. These two traps cooperate with each other to trigger. It only takes a second, maybe faster. He has become disabled. His two lower legs should be fractured in many places from the ankle position." Barea squatted beside the black man and patted his shoulder. "Sorry brother, it's not that we want to abandon you, but you can't leave. Up."

"Don't leave me, Captain, you know I'm still useful to you. My legs can't walk, but my marksmanship is still there. I can cover you when necessary. Please, Captain. Take me away, you There is always something to help me." The black man was sweating profusely and almost collapsed.

"It's useless to say anything. The jungle on this island, we don't know if we have to stay for a few days. And your injury will be infected within a few days. You will have a fever and pain. It will also slow us down. Speed. Originally we had three people. If we lose you, we still have two. But if we want to take you, we will have one more person to take care of you, which means we have only one person. However, you are right, in fact You can do one last thing for us." Barea blinked.

"Happy to help." The black man was sweating profusely, gritted his teeth and nodded.

"George, come over and help him too, and take him to the fire." Barea said with the black man. George stepped up to help bring the injured teammate to the previous fire.

Barea shot at the sky with his gun, and then said loudly, "Mercenary, listen to me. I know you are nearby, and I also know the reason why you can't escape. It's nothing more than to let us consume ourselves. Wait until When we are exhausted, you come out to pick up the ready-made products. I also know what your intention is to set up the trap, nothing more than to cause one of us to be injured, and then use the injured to drag others back.

Even if you set a fire deliberately, that's a trick to get us hooked. But I have to tell you, your idea is wrong, so wrong! You have no idea what kind of existence the red tide is, and what is the meaning of our existence. We are different from other troops. The one we emphasize is self-sacrifice. In exchange for the success of lofty ideals with self-sacrifice. If so, each of us will have no regrets. "

"Yes, we have no complaints or regrets." George and the injured black man screamed through gritted teeth. On this deserted island, like a desperate beast.

"Next, I want you to see our determination. Without this determination and perseverance, you are not worthy of being called a red tide, and you are not worthy of wearing a red tide armband." Barea took out the weapon and handed it to the black man. Whisper. "Come on, brother. You took the oath when you joined the Red Tide, and now it's time for you to fulfill it. Let our enemies see our courage. Let them see what a real Red Tide player is."

The black man also knew Barea's purpose very well. He knew that he had become a burden to others. For the collective, he had only one choice. That is self-sacrifice and self-determination. The black man took the weapon in silence. His feet were already crippled, and one of his hands had been fractured not long ago. Now he still has no energy.

The black man put his rifle upright on the ground, pressed his muzzle against his chin, and touched the trigger with a trembling finger.

Barea and George beside them gritted their teeth and whispered, "For the lofty ideal, I would like to sacrifice a flesh and blood body." The black man was also silent at the same time, and finally pulled his finger on the trigger, "Bang!" 5.56 The NATO standard warhead penetrated through his jaw and shattered his skull. Due to the impact of the bullet, the black man suddenly threw his head up, and fell to the ground with a **** head.

"You see, you can't capture any of us alive, you can't capture any of us alive!" Barea roared. "This account, we will count it on your head, and when we find you, you will be punished even more painfully. I know you are here, we will find you, and we will use your honor to pay tribute to our Red Tide brother."

George also got up and roared, trying to lure Lin Rui out.

Lin Rui, in the darkness in the distance, turned around and hid in the bushes behind him. He set up a trap and lured Barea and others into the bait through a bonfire. The original idea was that one of them was injured. As long as one person is injured, it will drag the other two people. I didn't expect these red tide militants to be similar to those extreme terrorists. All have experienced some kind of forced brainwashing training. They can be fanatical in the so-called collective sacrifice of everything, including life.

Knowing that the injury could not be sustained and would drag down his companions, the black man chose to stop himself. And just beside the fire not far away, almost in front of Lin Rui, he showed his last strength as a red tide player.

Lin Rui hid in the bushes, his face silent. He knew that these red tide players were difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect them to be so decisive and crazy. Their whereabouts have been exposed, they will definitely search the area on a large scale, and it may not be easy to capture them alive. Lin Rui thought about it and decided to leave overnight. Exit this dangerous area first and go to a higher mountain. There are cliffs and barrier lakes, not only the terrain is complicated, but the surrounding vegetation is dense, making it easy to hide.

It failed this time, and maybe there will be other suitable opportunities next time. Lin Rui thought of this, put away his weapon, turned and bent over and ran up the mountain. That night, he relied on the simple memory of the previous moment to find the barrier lake all the way and another suitable place to hide.