Chapter 27 This is for Yang
This is a conspiracy!
Zhao Ziyang, whose chest was pierced by a bullet, lay powerlessly on the ground, letting the blood pour out like a fountain. He no longer had the strength to stand up, and there was only one thought in his mind: the siege by the US military was definitely a big conspiracy, or there was a traitor in the mercenary group. There was no other explanation except these two possibilities.
The Count, it must be the Count who betrayed the captain, otherwise the timing would not be so coincidental.
But there is no point in thinking more now. The mercenary group is finished, the leader should be arrested, Omo and others may have died in the bombardment, and other lurker members will also be killed at the same time. Perhaps Angel is the only one who can survive.
But I am content, as long as Angel is alive.
Zhao Ziyang didn't have deep feelings for
Death is not a big deal, the main thing is that I can't avenge the captain and the others...
Zhao Ziyang fell into a daze, and closed his eyes exhaustedly, with a smile on his lips. He seemed to see Mengzi holding a bottle of wine to challenge him to a drinking contest, and he also saw the captain blushing and asking him to help write a love letter to his young wife...
A dazzling white light appeared before my eyes, as if a staircase leading to heaven or hell appeared in front of me.
"Boom..." The sound of the Hummer starting up rang out, and the white light became more and more dazzling, making Zhao Ziyang, who was in a daze, unable to help but open his eyes with difficulty in the face of the white light.
The Hummer he drove came rumbling towards him, and the driver seemed to want to crush him.
"Country boy, stop pretending to be dead and get in the car quickly." The crisp girl's voice reached Zhao Ziyang's ears, suddenly clearing his confused thoughts.
There is help!
Desperate for survival, Zhao Ziyang climbed up with one hand, stared at the Hummer that was crashing towards him, turned around and kicked the wall. With the force of the kick, his body rushed towards the car that did not slow down at all.
With a "bang", Zhao Ziyang, who had just jumped into the car, was thrown suddenly under the seat, and several bricks hit him on the head.
With a dull "bang" sound, Zhao Ziyang, who was hit hard on the temple by the edge of a brick, fainted. The shouts and gunshots of the American soldiers rang in his ears, and he completely relaxed.
The little wild cat who drove the car with Zhao Ziyang and rushed out of the wall faced the American soldiers outside the wall, reached into his pocket, grabbed a handful of copper coins and scattered them like flowers.
"Pah pah pah pah..." A chaotic sound was heard, followed by the painful screams of American soldiers.
"Ah... my eyes..."
“Ah…”
“…”
Almost every American soldier who fell had several copper coins deeply embedded in his body. One of the unlucky guys had a copper coin cut directly into his right eye, cutting his eyeball in half in the eye socket. Another American soldier had a copper coin cut deeply into his chest through his bulletproof vest.
"Hmph!" The little wild cat snorted complacently, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the Hummer towards Cheng Fei.
The Hummer, which has excellent off-road performance, disappeared from the sight of the US military in the blink of an eye and sped towards the area actually controlled by the Taliban armed forces in the west.
After approaching the area controlled by the Taliban, several US military vehicles following closely behind had no choice but to retreat.
A small group of US troops will have no way out if they enter the mountainous and forested areas controlled by the Taliban.
At this time, Angel desperately fled southwards, and her route was also towards the area actually controlled by the Taliban. There was a desert area to the south of Grishk, and it would be a dead end if she ran into the desert on foot. But Angel knew that there were always small groups of Taliban guerrillas in the desert south of Grishk town, and as long as she could encounter the guerrillas, she would be safe.
Two American Humvees equipped with heavy machine guns raised a cloud of dust and searched for Angel in the south. The headlights of the cars illuminated the vast desert clearly. Any living thing would not be able to escape the environment with such a clear contrast between darkness and light.
Angel ran forward and saw the American soldiers chasing from afar, so she ran forward madly. There was a sand hill in front of her. After crossing the sand hill, she entered the real desert. If she was lucky, she would definitely encounter the guerrillas of the Taliban militants.
Angel climbed up the sand hill with her hands and feet, and the shouts of American soldiers could be heard in her ears. At this time, she had only climbed halfway up the mountain. If she was discovered by the American soldiers, a volley of fire from two teams of the enemy would make her into a sieve.
Without any hesitation, Angel immediately lay down flat, quickly dug the soft yellow sand with her saber, and used the sand to bury herself to avoid detection by the US military.
"Thermal imaging!" An American military officer who had chased the car to the foot of the sand hill stopped and jumped down shouted, signaling a soldier to use a thermal imaging device to search for Angel.
The temperature difference between morning and night in the desert is particularly large, and the temperature at night can even drop below 0 degrees. Using a thermal imager is undoubtedly the most convenient way to deal with such temperatures.
The American soldiers carrying thermal imaging devices searched the sand dunes carefully but did not find Angel. Angel was buried in the sand, which blocked the heat from her body, something she had calculated early in the morning.
The U.S. soldiers did not give up. After the thermal imaging device failed to find Angel, they immediately formed a tactical formation and climbed up the sand hill to look for Angel.
"Attention all teams, this is the world's top mercenary leader. Watch out for the yellow sand beneath your feet." The U.S. military officer was very experienced in giving reminders to each search team.
They didn't know what mercenary was trying to stop them, but they knew one thing: this mercenary group was the world's top mercenary organization, and there was no weakling among them. The woman who escaped from their encirclement was the leader of this mercenary group, and her ability was even more terrifying than that of a man.
The American spread out and climbed up the sand hill to search for Angel. Their expressions did not seem to be tense because of the reminder from the leader. Instead, they looked relaxed, showing the American soldiers' arrogant nature wherever they go. In their opinion, twelve excellent marines who had experienced many battles were sent out to search for a lone mercenary, and even if they could not find him, they could still protect themselves.
The Marines who weren't holding the streets were rookies, but these were veterans who had been there since the beginning of the war in Afghanistan.
Angel, lying quietly under the sand, used the friction of the other person's footsteps on the sand to feel the other person's position. She had to avoid this level. If she avoided it, she could enter the Taliban, and then everything would be easy.
An American soldier used a flashlight to search the yellow sand under his feet for possible abnormalities while confirming with each other.
"Sir, no one has found anything at ten o'clock." A soldier who was climbing straight to Angel's hiding place reported to the leading officer via radio, saying in a relaxed tone: "I hope this mercenary doesn't have a scar on his face. That would make me feel regretful, haha."
"Sergeant, be alert." The officer's stern warning came over: "Again, this is a top mercenary. If you still want to go home and enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Hawaii, then cheer up."
"Yes sir!" The sergeant closed his mouth and began to imagine the beaches of Hawaii and the countless bikini girls on the beaches.
These American soldiers stationed in Afghanistan live in fear all day long. They have to guard against the Taliban, suicide bombers, and rebels. In the streets and alleys, you don't know who has a bomb tied to their body, and you don't know who has a rifle hidden on their body.
Maybe everything was calm one moment, and the next moment an Afghan woman would pull out an AK-47 from under her skirt and start shooting at them crazily; or maybe an elderly Muslim man would suddenly rush towards them like crazy and detonate the bomb on his body.
American soldiers who are under great mental pressure all have a common wish: to get away from this shitty place!
It's just that if they want to return to the United States from Afghanistan, they must wait for three years, or be injured, or have experienced a certain number of battles before they can return. Those who fail to meet the conditions can only go crazy a little bit on the battlefield. So they can adjust themselves in any way under any circumstances, and imagining beauty is undoubtedly the most exciting method.
The flashlight shone on the sand under his feet. Just as the sergeant was about to move the flashlight away, he suddenly found that the sand under his feet was in a mess. Obviously, these were traces left by the mercenaries. The other party was lurking under his feet!
"Shit!" the sergeant cursed, feeling very unfortunate for what happened to him.
He could no longer enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Hawaii, and could only receive a medal awarded by the United States as a martyr.
With a "thump", the sergeant felt his legs being hooked, and then he fell straight to the sand.
When he opened his mouth to scream, the sand was suddenly broken and a figure rushed towards him. His mouth was covered and he felt a chill in his chest.
He saw clearly that the mercenary had no scars on her face and was an absolutely beautiful girl...
After quickly killing the American soldier, Angel immediately rolled to the east along the sand, and with the help of the black cover, she lay quietly in the depression formed by two raised sand ridges.
The other two American soldiers who were searching for Angel from the ten o'clock direction immediately noticed the unusual movement here. They illuminated their companions with flashlights and found that they were lying on the ground motionless.
"Something's happening!" A soldier immediately warned his comrades elsewhere and ran towards his companion who was lying on the ground with his gun.
With a "bang", the soldier who came from the east to provide support was suddenly tripped by a horizontal piece of wood and fell forward in shock.
"puff!"
A sharp military knife stabbed into his carotid artery and pierced through it.
"Swish..." The blood spurted out due to the heart pressure and hit Angel's face heavily, turning her into a bloody person.
While killing the soldier, Angel picked up the M-4 rifle with one hand and shot at the American soldier to the west.
"boom!"
The rifle bullet hit the soldier right in the forehead. Under the powerful penetrating force, his body strangely flew backwards while he was running and fell heavily to the ground.
"GO! GO! GO!" The American military officer immediately gave the order and led the remaining nine team members to rush to the ten o'clock position with guns in hand to provide support.
When they arrived quickly, they saw three former comrades lying there quietly, and they were already three corpses.
"FUCK YOU!" the officer cursed angrily and kicked the sand hard, raising a cloud of dust.
"Chase! Chase! Chase! Kill her!" the order came from the officer's mouth.
"Da da da..." Gunshots rang out and a string of bullets shot towards them.
"Puff puff!……"
A soldier fell to the ground, a bullet hole was made in his thigh, and blood gushed out wildly.
"Ugh..." The wounded soldier fell in the sand, groaning in pain.
"Michael was shot, rescue the wounded!" another soldier shouted.
"Bang! Bang!..." The rest of the American soldiers quickly lay down and formed a semicircle, shooting outside the semicircle to create an environment for rescuing the wounded.
"Sir, the femoral artery is punctured, you need to be taken back for emergency treatment immediately!"
"FUCK!" The American officer could only curse to express his dissatisfaction. He glanced at his injured comrade and shouted, "Provide fire support. Francis, send Michael back to the base immediately. Quick! Quick! Quick!"
"Da da da..." Several rifles spewed out explosive tongues of fire to provide cover fire.
Several black round objects rolled down the sand hill towards the tactical circle formed by the US military inconspicuously, without any warning, and were not discovered until they were right in front of them.
When the officer saw these things, his eyes were filled with horror: grenades!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..." Explosions rang out one after another, and the rifles of the American soldiers went silent.
After the explosion, nine American soldiers were lying on the hill wailing in misery. The American soldier who was responsible for covering the evacuation of the wounded was lying on the ground twitching with a bloody face. Because he was in a half-squatting position just now, the grenade fragments mercilessly shot deep into his body.
In the darkness of night, Angel walked down the mountain step by step, carrying a rifle, and looked coldly at the injured and struggling soldiers.
The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the living American soldiers, and dazzling flames spewed out of the muzzle.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
The bullet mercilessly pierced the American soldier's head, the dry sand greedily absorbed the fresh blood, and the gunpowder smoke filled with a strong smell of blood filled the air, drifting away into the distance with the wind.
"This is for Yang!" A cold voice came out of Angel's mouth.
Angel, who killed two US Marine squads, carried a gun and climbed over the sand hills in search of the Taliban rebels.
