Chapter 80 We Are Just Poor People
The CSH-2 Rooival Stone Falcon attack helicopter flew over the sand hills, hovered 500 meters away from the desert base, and launched air-to-ground strikes in a V-shaped formation.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The air-to-ground missiles roared out with long tails and rushed towards the military fortifications in the base.
As three balls of flame rose, the three turrets in the base were reduced to ruins in the explosion, causing the entire base to lose half of its firepower to defend against air strikes.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
The anti-aircraft machine guns and anti-aircraft cannons in the base spewed out flames at the same time, shooting at the three CSH-2 Rooivals, trying to shoot down the Arc'teryx.
The three CSH-2 Rooivals took off quickly without getting impatient in the face of the artillery fire. The moment they took off, the two armed helicopters on the left and right quickly flew towards the east and west to get rid of the artillery fire. After circling around, they launched another attack from the east and west sides of the base.
The helicopter in the Arc'teryx position quickly soared upward, and after reaching the highest point, it formed an S-shaped flight path. At the same time, two air-to-ground missiles flew brilliantly again.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
Six air-to-ground missiles instantly enveloped the base in flames. The powerful explosive force of the missiles destroyed the locked military target and affected the surrounding soldiers, causing countless casualties among the Green Liberation Front soldiers.
There was chaos and wailing in the base. They were caught off guard without any preparation. In the chaos, two heavy anti-aircraft missile launchers drove out of the garage. The missile launchers slowly rose into the air and locked onto the armed helicopters that were attacking them from the air. At the same time, several light rocket launchers also began to enter combat status, aiming directly at the CSH-2 Rooival.
But at this moment, three helicopters circled the smallest arc, quickly left the battle circle and retreated southward.
The purpose of harassment has been achieved, and there is no need to continue. Besides, three helicopters can't take down this rebel base. They just launched a surprise attack. If the opponent deploys heavy firepower and air defense forces for comprehensive defense, even a helicopter brigade will not be able to get any good results.
Sniper fire and helicopter raids caused some damage to the rebels' water supply and some fortifications, causing chaos. The biggest problem they face now is drinking water, and drinking water for hundreds of people is the top priority.
However, this problem was temporarily solved. The vehicle carrying clean water returned to the base during the hottest time of the afternoon, bringing sweet and clean water.
It was just that the convoy was much later than expected. After asking, we learned that the car broke down due to engine overheating. This is normal and it is easy for vehicles driving in the desert to have such problems.
The rebels who received the clean water supply immediately distributed it per head, and under the limited supply, they ensured that everyone would get a jar to quench their thirst. Under high alert, the soldiers received water distribution according to their organization. Many soldiers prayed to the sky after receiving the clean water, and drank up every drop of the clean water.
It seems that this is just a tentative attack by the government, and there will probably be more intense battles to come.
The rebels stepped up their alert and put air defense deployment into full operation to guard against possible air strikes. At the same time , they spent a lot of diesel to drive generators and ensure that radars were running 24 hours a day so that they could respond as quickly as possible when the enemy was discovered.
The day passed in the aftermath of the war and the tension. Except for the reinforced sentries, which were three times more than usual, the other soldiers fell asleep. There were no lights in the station, because lights would indicate the enemy's target. All the sentries and machine gun towers were responsible for their security tasks in the dark. The only quiet thing was the blowing of the sand wind.
"Bang!" The sudden shrill gunshot broke the silence of the garrison, and a sentry fell to the ground with a short, miserable cry.
The sound of gunfire alarmed the entire garrison. A shrill alarm sounded and all the soldiers who were asleep immediately put on their clothes and rushed out with their guns drawn.
"Bang!" The sentry in charge of the machine gun tower was shot in the chest and rolled down from the machine gun tower.
One of the rebel soldiers who shot him dead rushed up to the machine gun tower and pulled the trigger on his comrade without mercy.
"Da da da..." The heavy machine gun spewed out fierce flames, brutally shooting a pair of sentries to death in an instant. The air was immediately filled with the smell of blood.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The soldier controlling the machine gun turret shouted a warning, then turned the gun again and pulled the trigger at the soldiers who were rushing out to gather.
“Da da da…” “Puff puff puff…”
The machine gun fired heavy bullets at the dense crowd, the bullets penetrated the soldiers' bodies, taking away one life after another. But the sentry controlling the machine gun seemed to hear nothing, his eyes full of hatred, and continued to shoot his companions.
"Da da da..." Several other machine gun towers also spewed out flames at the same time and pulled the trigger at their comrades.
The group of soldiers who had just gathered together were unable to resist the heavy machine gun fire, and they all looked for shelters to protect themselves and put themselves in a safe place.
After this group of soldiers left behind a large number of corpses and entered a safe area, several machine gun towers began to shoot at each other, as if they regarded each other as invading enemies.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
The sound of rifle fire rang out, and several soldiers who had dodged the machine gun fire fell down. They looked at their companions who pulled the trigger at them with a cold face in disbelief. The thick smell of gunpowder and blood began to spread over a large area, breathing into everyone's lungs.
"Bastard!" an officer shouted at his comrade who had killed his comrade.
"Bang!" A bullet entered the officer's jaw, penetrated his head and came out from the occipital bone, and blood spurted onto the face of a soldier behind him.
The soldier with blood on his face had his eyes changed, becoming fearful and brutal. Without hesitation, he pointed his gun at his comrade in front of him and pulled the trigger, shooting him to death.
"boom!"
A flower of blood spurted out, and another soldier fell to the ground. The bright red blood slowly flowed out and seeped into the thirsty soil.
A strange situation occurred. In the garrison filled with smoke and blood, all the soldiers showed horror and madness. They pulled the trigger and shot their comrades without hesitation. And after shooting, they showed a sense of relief on their faces, but before they could relax, they were shot by other soldiers again.
“Da da da…” “Bang! Bang! Bang!…”
The creepy weirdness swept the entire garrison, and the soldiers of the Green Liberation Front began to kill themselves frantically. They seemed to have become zombies, demons who had forgotten their memories and were walking like zombies.
Corpses fell one after another, and soldiers with holes in their bodies could be seen everywhere in the spacious camp. The killing was spreading, and they were roaring and killing each other.
A heavy vehicle loaded with missiles drove out and drove to the center of the garrison. The soldier driving the vehicle picked up a rocket launcher and stood on the missile vehicle, looking around with hatred at his imaginary enemies, and pulled the trigger at the missile on the vehicle without hesitation.
The moment he pulled the trigger, he shouted his last words: Down with dictator Gaddafi, democracy will prevail!
"Boom!" An extremely violent explosion sounded, and a ball of red flame shot out dozens of meters into the sky. The missile was detonated by the rocket, and a huge crater .
No soldier within a hundred meters survived, their bodies were torn apart by shrapnel or their internal organs were shattered by the shock wave. The scene was so cruel that it was hard to comprehend.
The gunshots became less frequent until they disappeared completely.
The garrison was dead silent, and the burning flames dyed the garrison red. Under the flames, the broken limbs and bodies everywhere made the place look like hell.
Thousands of soldiers did not die in the battle with Gaddafi's army, but all died at the hands of their own people.
A convoy of military Humvees drove into the Green Liberation Front base, which had become a cemetery. Zhao Ziyang led the lurker mercenaries to walk on the scorched earth covered in blood.
"Bang! Bang!..."
The devil raised his hand and fired two shots to kill the two soldiers who luckily survived, then took out the thermal imager and scanned the area slowly.
"There, there!" The devil pointed to two houses.
The rifling and blade of the gun quickly moved closer, took out a grenade and threw it in.
"Boom! Boom!" Explosions were heard and half of the house was shaken.
The human heat source on the thermal imager gradually dimmed and finally disappeared from the screen. All Green Front soldiers were killed, with no survivors.
"If you want to destroy her, you must first make her crazy." Zhao Ziyang muttered to himself and turned to look at Pandora.
"TOC-2, The original craz. The psychedelic drug No. 2 can immerse people in killing and war. When the smell of war is inhaled into the lungs through the sense of smell, it will be transmitted to the olfactory area of the brain through the nervous system. Under the effect of the drug, the olfactory area will be stimulated to the greatest extent, and then the olfactory area will transmit the signal to the hippocampus of the brain to extract the memory of the enemy in the previous war, and amplify this memory infinitely, causing them to dominate their war thinking, turning all living people in front of them into their enemies, and killing each other without hesitation." Pandora said it easily, with a hint of pride and pride on her face.
This TOC-2 , which can cause thousands of people to kill each other, was developed by her from the American Biochemical Research Institute and was used entirely in this mission.
800 lives were lost, lost in the hands of Pandora's TOC-2 hallucinogen. It was a massacre, a bloody massacre, even though these soldiers were not shot by their own hands.
"We are indeed executioners." Omo sighed as he looked at the corpses all over the ground.
There will be deaths in wars, except for the different ways of death, the results are the same, there is no need for mercy, no need to repent for the lives after the war is over. That would be the greatest hypocrisy, the greatest moral hypocrisy.
"We are still butchers." Blade said casually with a self-deprecating smile.
"You are wrong." Zhao Ziyang shook his head to deny what the two said. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "We are actually nothing. We are just poor creatures struggling to survive. You, me, and him are all poor creatures. When we stop killing people, we will be killed. Being an executioner or a butcher is just our instinct for survival."
Everyone fell silent after hearing these words. They knew that they were indeed pitiful creatures, just as Zhao Ziyang said, pitiful creatures who had no choice but to do so in order to survive.
Once you become a mercenary, there is no turning back. This will become your lifelong career. You can choose to retire, but after retirement you will be under the attention of the government and be hunted down by your enemies. So there is only one choice: keep going!
Until one day you die on the battlefield and even your body cannot be found, your comrades will sing a mercenary song to send you off, and then you will be forgotten.
The living space you struggle for a lifetime will only make you die a little later, that's all!
"Alright." Zhao Ziyang clapped his hands and said loudly, "Guys, pack up and wait for Gaddafi to send troops to take over. Our mission is accomplished. French wine and Chinese food are waiting for us. Of course, there are also charming girls from all over the world."
"Oh...I want a Japanese girl!" Blade shouted excitedly.
"I want boiled fish." Omo grinned.
"Hey, boss, can I have a Chinese girl?" Rifle, who was more playboy than Blade, asked.
"If they want..."
“…”
The graveyard-like station was filled with the strange cries of the former mercenaries, who seemed extremely happy and excited. But when you listened carefully, you would find that their happiness and excitement had nothing to do with their mood, but were just a way to vent after being extremely depressed.
This is their unchanging life, a decadent life of death and debauchery, withering and blooming, blooming and withering...
