Chapter 37 Let Us Die
"Cough cough cough..." A violent coughing sound came out of Zhao Ziyang's mouth. He struggled to prop up his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head with tinnitus, and grabbed the blade beside him.
Blade's back was covered with shrapnel that had penetrated into his body, and it was bright red. Blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth. His face was pale, and he was in a deep coma.
"Ah..." Omo's howling sound was heard, and with half of his body covered with flesh, he raised his heavy machine gun.
The sickle-wielder was lying on the ground twitching. His severe internal injuries made it impossible for him to recover for a while.
"Swate, are you still alive?" Zhao Ziyang asked in a shrill voice.
They will not survive this time, they will all die on this hill.
"You may die, but I am not dead yet..." Swart's weak voice came from the other side of the mountain. Although he was not dead, he was not far from death.
Zhao Ziyang, who heard Swart's voice, turned over quickly and saw Swart, with a pale face, leaning there diagonally, covering the wound on his right chest, with his lower abdomen almost pierced by a shrapnel.
"Bear with it, bear with it, don't fall asleep, stay awake." Zhao Ziyang held Swart and let him lie more comfortably.
"Give me another dose of morphine..." Swat asked Zhao Ziyang with a distorted face.
"No, you can't use morphine anymore." Seeing the morphine syringe left on the ground, Zhao Ziyang refused.
Morphine is used in certain doses on the battlefield and should never be used in excess. It is true that morphine can relieve pain, but excessive injections can make people addicted after the war.
"Give it to me or not!" Swart grabbed Zhao Ziyang's neck and roared with fire in his eyes: "You yellow-skinned pig, I want morphine, I want morphine!"
After looking at the defenders who had climbed halfway up the mountain, Zhao Ziyang took out a bottle of morphine with a painful look on his face and injected it into Swart.
We're going to die soon, so let Swart feel more comfortable.
After the second injection of morphine, Swart became alert. He immediately opened his first aid kit and took out another injection of morphine.
"Ugh..." After being injected with three doses of morphine in a row, Swart groaned in pain. His head shook violently and white foam mixed with blood oozed out of the corners of his mouth. It took a long time for the groaning to stop.
With a "puff", the shrapnel in the abdomen was pulled out by Swart. Blood spurted out and splashed on Zhao Ziyang's body.
"Idiot, what are you still standing there for!" Swart cursed Zhao Ziyang.
"Fuck, you're an idiot!" Zhao Ziyang cursed Swart and immediately wrapped Swart's wound tightly with a bandage.
The bandage was totally useless and could only barely hold the wound together.
Swart held the sniper rifle in his hand. He lay down again and aimed at the Defender mercenary who continued to climb up with the help of the rocks.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a sniper bullet whizzed towards the vampire.
The vampire who had just flashed out from behind a rock was shot in the shoulder and flew backwards, hitting a rock heavily.
The colonel and others who were under relentless sniping immediately hid themselves with the help of rocks, and several sniper rifles simultaneously sniped at the place where Swart was lying.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Rocks splashed and Swart was forced to lower his head.
"Ugh..." The sickle-wielder's painful voice came from the front hill. After he got up, he continued to use his back to hold up the bulletproof steel plate.
Blood completely dyed his chest red, and blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth. There were no external injuries, and the sickle man had all internal injuries.
Zhao Ziyang almost went crazy when he saw the miserable appearance of his people. Are they going to die here? No, they can't die, at least a few of them have to survive!
A look of madness identical to that of a wild beast filled Zhao Ziyang's eyes, making him look as if his entire body was on fire.
After climbing to the south side of the hill, Zhao Ziyang grabbed Omo's belt, stared at him with wild eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Listen, shoot all your bullets in one go, and then prepare to lead them to retreat from the back mountain. Don't let your mother say no. This is an order, an order given to you by me, Zhao Ziyang!"
"Yes!" Omo met Zhao Ziyang's crazy eyes, answered loudly, and then pulled the trigger.
"Da da da da..." The heavy machine gun, filled with all the anger of Zhao Ziyang and his men, roared and swept towards the Norwegian army that was eight hundred meters away in the south.
The bullets whistled as they penetrated into the fragile bodies, tearing them apart with their claws and teeth.
Splashes of blood exploded in the air. The Norwegian soldiers were enveloped by this anger and stopped in their tracks.
"Keng..." The last bullet shell slipped off and there was no more ammunition.
At this time, Zhao Ziyang took off his coat, tied all the grenades and explosives to his body, then put on his clothes, tore out a piece of white cloth, picked it up with his rifle and waved it in the wind.
"I surrender!" Zhao Ziyang shouted his surrender loudly, slowly stood up with a white flag in his hand, looked to the south, and then walked towards the defenders in the north.
"I surrender!" The voice was uttered again, and Zhao Ziyang raised his hands high with a determined look on his face and walked down the mountain.
"Damn it, special forces soldier, are you crazy?" Swart cursed Zhao Ziyang fiercely and wanted to pull him, but his severely injured body could not move at all.
"I'm not crazy!" Zhao Ziyang said to Swart without turning his head, "I joined the Lurkers for revenge. The person below is the leader of the Lurkers. Do you think I can let go of such a good opportunity? Fuck you, Swart. I'm not happy when I see you. Remember to get me a bottle of good wine during the Chinese traditional festivals."
"Fuck You! Fuck You!" Swart cursed angrily and watched the Chinese man whom he had always rejected walk down.
"Omo, why didn't you stop him, you bastard?" Swart turned his anger towards Omo, with flames in his eyes.
Omo tied the blade to himself, helped the sickleman up, and said calmly: "Swart, this is a special forces soldier, no, this is an order given to me by the boss, he wants us to live."
Omo, who looks honest and reckless, actually knows Zhao Ziyang's thoughts better than anyone else. This Chinese special forces soldier fights for revenge, and even if he dies together with his enemies, he still lives among his former comrades.
Zhao Ziyang walked towards the defender with a relaxed smile on his face. He was not afraid that the other party would shoot him. The other party must know who he was and that he could be useful to the defender.
His eyes were fixed on the colonel. He had seen this face in the mirage of Lop Nur. It was an old acquaintance that he would never forget.
The defender did not shoot. The colonel stared at Zhao Ziyang who was walking down. The gleam in his eyes swept over his body again and again, and finally stopped on Zhao Ziyang's cheek for verification.
"No need to look. The items for the mission you wanted to complete in Lop Nur last time are with me. I choose to surrender." Zhao Ziyang spoke with a hint of sarcasm in his ease, and his tone was calm and steady.
"That's best." The colonel smiled.
Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...
When Zhao Ziyang was completely close to the colonel, his face was filled with an extremely bright and satisfied smile, which made the colonel's eyes instantly filled with deep fear.
With a "swish", Zhao Ziyang tore his shirt with one hand, revealing his body covered with grenades and explosives.
"Omo, go!" A roar came out of Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and the smiling face on his face disappeared, becoming hideous and crazy!
Omo's figure rushed out from the top of the mountain, with the unconscious Blade tied to his back, Scytheman and Swat in his left and right hands respectively, and ran down like lightning.
When he ran to a distance of fifty meters from Zhao Ziyang, he stopped and stared at Zhao Ziyang deeply.
"Get out!" Zhao Ziyang shouted the word and watched Omo and the other two run down the mountain and dash towards the northwest.
It was not until the Norwegian army occupied the top of the hill and Omo 's figure disappeared that Zhao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to face the colonel and several defender mercenaries, and a smile that no one could understand appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Actually, you don't have to do this." The colonel under threat could feel the madness in Zhao Ziyang's bones. He had to use his words to impress the Chinese man in front of him and make him give up the idea of dying with him.
The tactical positions of the seven people were not far apart. If the other party detonated the explosives on their bodies, it would definitely cause an explosion range with a radius of ten meters upwards. None of them would be able to escape and all would become buried with them.
"You are also a mercenary now, and you should know that mercenaries work for money. We are not enemies, and we have all experienced what you have experienced." The colonel carefully disintegrated Zhao Ziyang's thoughts and tried to guide Zhao Ziyang's thinking to the perspective of a mercenary.
If you stand in the perspective of mercenaries, you will feel that it is correct. There is no hatred between them. Most of the hatred is caused by the employer. They have experienced everything that Zhao Ziyang has experienced, but now they have forgotten it. There are some hatreds that you can't hold. When facing a country, you are simply powerless.
But he didn't know that Zhao Ziyang was still living in the past, living among his old comrades.
"Does that mean we can still be friends?" Zhao Ziyang said with disdain.
"Impossible." The colonel shook his head, exhaled lightly and said, "Your real enemies are not us defenders, but the US government and the British government. They are your real enemies. In fact, whether you are a lurker or I am a defender, we are just poor creatures living under them. We fight for survival and we fight for survival, just because we are mercenaries, the bloodiest executioners on the battlefield."
"Then let us executioners die." Zhao Ziyang's eyes flashed with determination without any regret.
He said secretly in his heart: Captain, Lao Xu, Mengzi, I have avenged you, wait for me, wait for me to reincarnate together, and let's play together in the next life!
"Buzz buzz buzz..." A huge buzzing sound came from the air, and a small armed helicopter rushed straight towards Zhao Ziyang's location, and the machine gun on the nose swept towards the Norwegian soldiers on the top of the hill.
"Da da da da..." The Norwegian soldiers who were attacked from the air immediately abandoned the hill they occupied and avoided the helpless air mobile force.
Zhao Ziyang pulled the safety of a grenade, squinted his eyes, and threw the rest of the grenades and explosives out like flowers.
The colonel and his men showed deep fear in their eyes and leaped to the outside to avoid the grenade that was about to explode.
"Hah!" Zhao Ziyang let out a loud shout, was suddenly lifted up from the ground, grabbed the tripod of the helicopter above his head, and was brought into the air.
With a "pop" sound, the safety popped out and the grenade slipped from Zhao Ziyang's hand, fell to the place where he had just stood, and rolled to the edge of a piece of explosives.
"Boom!" A loud noise was heard and the grenade exploded violently.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The explosion of the grenade affected the explosives, and the explosion of the explosives affected other scattered explosives and grenades, filling the area with flames in an instant.
Zhao Ziyang, who was taken to the northwest by helicopter, clearly saw the colonel and his men covered in wounds, and couldn't help but smile viciously: Colonel, wait for me, don't die too quickly...
