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Volume 2: My Country One Thousand Thirty.  mercenary!

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    Akrit opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the dim troop transport cabin around him, sighed and said, "Thank God, I can finally leave this bastard place."

    There were other injuries and illnesses in the troop transport module.  Akrit heard some wounded soldiers still muttering and moaning, and the enclosed space was filled with the smell of rot, blood, alcohol, and soda water.

    Perhaps before the pilot had time to react, a missile hit the hydraulic system of the armed helicopter.  The armed helicopter lost its balance, spinning and falling to the ground dragging thick and dense black smoke as if suffering from epilepsy.  It may be that the gunner's hand was still holding the trigger on the joystick tightly after his death, and the machine gun had been firing shells before the helicopter crashed to the ground.  String after string of shells flew everywhere, tearing apart any object opposite the machine gun like a long fire whip, until the helicopter crashed to the ground and broke into three pieces.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  The defenders withdrew their defense lines and were replaced by the 1st Marine Division.  Bozik asked the brothers to board the convoy, then pulled Connor, who was foolishly beside him, into a jeep and hurriedly left here.

    The convoy started and drove away from this messy garbage dump with all the defenders.  In Area 9, this smelly shit was left to the First Marine Division.  The brothers breathed a sigh of relief and swore they never wanted to see this shit again, never want to come to this goddamn doghouse again.

    The stone in my heart finally fell to the ground, and I finally survived.  For a time, everyone was tired, and slowly relaxed their vigilance, as if they were relieved to have got rid of a terrible monster.

    Halfway through the car, Bozik suddenly remembered something, reached out to untie his leggings, and took out the letter and postcard from his hometown.  The letter home from his girlfriend and the postcard from his best friend.

    The letter was completely soaked and became soft.  Bozik had to use his fingers to gently pull the envelope open to avoid tearing the paper.  When he pinched out the letter paper, which was as soft as a rag, he found that the writing on it was almost washed away.  Bozik squinted and read the handwriting on the letter carefully.

    Looking at the letter from his hometown, Bozik's nose suddenly became sore, and tears began to hit his eyelids.  He sniffed, blinked, then took off his goggles and wiped his face with his hands to wipe away the tears.

    The convoy was swaying on the bumpy, muddy road, making the people in the car drowsy.

    The sound of gunfire gradually faded away, and the surrounding scenery moved back quickly.  The convoy drove over the potholed road for almost ten miles and exited Area 9.  The street scene outside the car window is desolate.  Gradually, hungry and cold refugees appeared on the road.  There were only one or two at first, but as the convoy moved forward, more and more refugees came, gradually turning from a small and sparse group into a large group filling the streets.

    Like migrating birds, the wave of refugees dragging their families with them slowly moved towards the direction of the convoy. Some people even stretched out their hands to pray for food and water.  Boya squeezed into the turret position, opened the top door, leaned out, took several bottles of water and bags of instant food, and threw them to the fleeing crowd.

    These are the people who were unable to evacuate when the war broke out.  This war happened so fast that there was no way to react.  Supplies were cut off by the Allies, and the logistics hub was severely attacked by the Allies. The local government organizations could no longer feed these people, so they had no choice but to negotiate with the Allies to allow these people to survive.

    There were several Allied soldiers patrolling in the crowd from time to time. They were members of the 70th Infantry Division.  The motorcade slowed down, and curious soldiers stuck their heads out of the windows and roof doors to look at the homeless people. Many soldiers even recalled the massacre at Venus Airport that day.

    "Don't worry, everyone! We have enough space for you! Each of you will be accommodated, and we will ensure your safety before this war is over!" A soldier shouted with a loudspeaker on the street.

    The further the convoy moves forward, the more crowded the crowd becomes.  When the convoy reaches a checkpoint, it cannot move.  The streets and alleys are full of people, just like a wet market.  There was a red sign hanging on the checkpoint, and a car parked at the checkpoint, completely blocking the queue behind it.

    Three soldiers from the 70th Infantry Division were inspecting the car. One of them, a soldier with an Asian face, was negotiating with the owner of the car, hoping that he would give up the car.

    The car owner turned his head and looked at the Allied convoy behind him, expressing that he did not want to give up his car.

    Captain William, the commander of the 3rd Reconnaissance Company, wanted to find out the situation. He jumped out of the jeep and walked to the checkpoint.  There was so much noise all around that the captain had to shout at the top of his lungs to make the soldiers understand what he was saying.

    ?Bovich was sitting in a jeep when he saw a young woman hugging her?The child walked past the car window.  Bwitch took a bar of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to the woman.  The woman smiled and handed the chocolate to her child.  The soldier standing on the jeep's turret took out his camera and recorded the moment.

    All we can do now is wait.

    "Hey, Sally!" Taylor on the side leaned his head over: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

    "No!" Sally replied.

    "What a coincidence, I don't have a girlfriend either. You know? The moment you got off the helicopter that day, you turned my heart into your man. I felt that we were a perfect match. You look so good."  Charming, exactly what I want from a wife!¡±

    "Really?"

    "Really! I'm a good man! Before I went to high school, I had never been in love. In high school, many young girls came to chase me, but I refused them all. But this time is different. I think you are very good.  No, you are so attractive. Maybe you and I are the perfect match created by God!"

    Someone in the cabin coughed, hiding his snicker.

    "Look at me. I am strong and smart. At the same time, I am a good man with a kind heart and noble taste. Don't you feel moved by this? I know I am a soldier now, but I will have a bright future after I retire!  You know, there are many companies that want to recruit me after I retire, but I don¡¯t want to bother with them.¡±

    "I have a child, and they are all in first grade."

    There was a burst of laughter from other soldiers around him.

    "What?" Taylor's expression suddenly froze on his face.

    ¡°I¡¯ve always wanted to tell you that I have a child who was conceived before we were married to my ex-boyfriend.¡±

    Taylor¡¯s face suddenly became very embarrassed. He looked at Sally as if he were looking at a creature he had never seen before.  Immediately, he felt very embarrassed: "I don't understand, this"

    "I'm lying to you." After saying that, Sally laughed loudly, letting out all the laughter she had just held in her stomach: "You should see your expression just now, it's so funny! Hahaha!" She said  She laughed so hard that her stomach ached and she couldn't straighten up. She could only pat Taylor's thigh hard, "I was clearly teasing you just now, but you actually took it seriously?"

    "Haha." Taylor laughed awkwardly twice in response to Sally.

    The Asian soldier of the 70th Infantry Division suddenly noticed something unusual in the car, and immediately raised his rifle and pointed it at the car owner.  Other surrounding Allied soldiers also discovered this situation, and they all raised their weapons and pointed at the private car.

    The scene suddenly became extremely tense.  The Asian soldier pointed his rifle at the car owner's head, loudly asked what the strange device in the car was, and asked the car owner to get out of the car immediately.  The soldiers jumped out of the convoy, surrounded them, and took other civilians away from the scene.

    "What the hell is that thing? Tell me right away!" the Asian soldier roared in half-baked Haifenxing language.

    "I'm not an American." The man raised his hands and looked back at the Allied convoy behind him again, as if he was waiting for something.

    "Get out of that damn car! Put your head in your hands and get on the ground! Now!"

    The soldiers of the 3rd Assault Brigade and the 4th Marine Division grabbed their weapons, kept a low posture, and pointed nervously at the available private car.  Taylor stuffed a beetail grenade into the grenade launcher, and the Sally joke was long forgotten.

    The surrounding civilians were in chaos, screaming and running in the opposite direction like frightened sheep, scattering.  A considerable amount of space suddenly became available on the street.  Captain William raised his rifle and pointed the gun at the car while retreating to his convoy.

    "I hope those refugees will not be harmed." The driver looked back at the scattered crowd: "This has nothing to do with them."

    "Stop fucking nonsense! Get out of here!" The soldier held up his rifle with one hand, opened the door with the other hand, and roughly grabbed the driver.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? !

    With a loud bang that shook the world and made people cry, the private car was blown to pieces.  The life forms around the car were wrapped and crushed by the explosion.  All kinds of burning debris shot around.  call!  An Allied soldier was thrown by the shock wave and smashed into the windshield of a jeep.  One of the soldier's hands was missing, and a three-foot-long, two-inch-thick steel pipe was still stuck in his body.  The windshield was smashed and there was blood on it.

    After the smoke and dust dissipated, only the burning wreckage of a private car and a pile of mutilated bodies were left at the scene.

    "Enemy attack! It's the enemy!" The German soldiers immediately stayed away from the convoy and hid on both sides of the street.

    A large group of armed enemies in civilian clothes suddenly appeared on the upper floors on both sides of the street.They violently attacked the German troops on the streets with weapons that were not configured in the prescribed manner.

    These people are all pro-American armed forces who automatically entered Germany, or more accurately called mercenaries.  They do not fall under the jurisdiction of Allied Forces Command, and they do not have a fixed organization.  To put it bluntly, they are just a group of civilians armed with weapons.  The German army had a headache facing these people. They had been struggling with whether they should be classified as civilians or armed organizations.

    They are rats on the battlefield. They have no fixed residence and no prescribed discipline.  At the same time, every mercenary is a desperado. Their greed for money makes them have no scruples at all. They do whatever it takes to kill more German soldiers, and they even prefer to attack the German army with suicide bombings.

    These mercenaries have extremely accurate marksmanship, and the German army must suppress them with bullets at all costs.  Cole was beaten so hard by the mercenaries that he couldn't even raise his head. Connor huddled in the corner of the street holding a gun, trembling all over.  The convoy in the middle of the street kept pouring ammunition on the enemies on the buildings on both sides, and the shouts were loud.

    ??????????????????? A small bee came from upstairs, hit Peter's right temple, and then exited through his left jaw.  Peter tilted his head, fell limply to the ground, and died on the spot.

    Whoosh!  A missile struck and destroyed a jeep in the convoy.  The raging fire began to rise, and the two soldiers covered in fire struggled and screamed out of the wreckage, rolling on the ground.  Some soldiers tried to rescue them, but were knocked to the ground by the enemy.

    Gavin thought with some fear: "This is such a hard day!" A helicopter flew over and turned sideways beautifully in the air.  The machine gunners on the side of the helicopter began to violently bombard the enemies upstairs, and hot bullet casings poured down like rain.  Infantrymen from the 70th Infantry Division surrounded them and covered the convoy's departure.

    "Let's go!" Taylor opened the car door and just about to get in, he was hit on the top of the head by a little bee.  Snapped!  A ripe watermelon was cut open and its juice flowed all over the floor.

    Sally shot and killed the mercenary, then ran over and found that Taylor was dead.  Sally's nose felt sour, she resisted the nausea and vomiting reaction, and pulled the ID tag from Taylor's neck.

    Taylor's body was carried into an armored vehicle by other soldiers.

    Connor ran to a jeep and was about to open the passenger door when he found someone sitting in the driver's seat.  As soon as the man turned around, Connor's face suddenly turned pale.  That person is Mista!  Mista was covered in blood, dressed in tatters, and smiling at Connor!  This smile is the scariest smile Connor has ever seen in his life!

    Connor¡¯s scalp was numb, his mouth was wide open, and he was stammering and couldn¡¯t shout a word.  His eyes were wider than eggs, his hands were trembling, and the blood in his body was flowing at nearly the speed of sound, and he was almost about to have a stroke.  Finally, he started shouting: "I killed him! No! I killed him!"

    Buvich and Bozik rushed over after hearing the sound, supported Connor, looked inside the car, and found that there was no one in the driver's seat.  Connor must be hallucinating.

    "I killed him! I deserve death!"

    Having no choice but to do so, Buvich slapped Connor loudly on the face.  Connor fainted immediately.  Bovich and Bozik hurriedly lifted Connor and put him into the back seat of the car.

    "The cargo is loaded! Get out of here!" An infantryman patted the roof of the jeep with his hand, indicating that the convoy could continue to move forward.

    The convoy once again drove at full speed, rampaging and escaping.

    After returning to the outpost L¨¹beck Airport, a large group of unarmed soldiers surrounded the convoy to help unload the wounded soldiers on the vehicle.

    The survivors of Platoon A, Company D, 40th Assault Battalion, 3rd Marine Assault Brigade, were all dirty and in tatters.  They looked blankly at the busy soldiers.

    Jacks and Allen also ran over and stepped forward to help.

    Pozik took off his helmet, tucked it under his arm, and looked at the row of corpses and a row of wounded soldiers on the ground.  The medical soldiers were hurriedly crawling and rolling among the wounded.

    "Lieutenant! Lieutenant!" Major Pask came over hurriedly with a short soldier with the word "gendarme" clearly written on his helmet, and said, "We don't have enough manpower, so please forgive me. Tonight at 9:30  Meet in the briefing room No. 70 at ten minutes, you have a new combat mission!"

    Bozik caught up with Pask: "Major, Major! No offense, but there are only sixteen people left in our platoon! We have no fighting ability! I don't want to bring my brothers into another trouble, can you  Think about it again?"

    "No! We simply don't have enough manpower!"

    ¡°But we didn¡¯t even have a chance to rest and catch our breath! With all due respect, sir, you have gone too far!  "

    "You have no right to refuse the commander's order!" The military policeman stepped forward to interrupt Bozik.  Bozik waved his hand: "It's none of your business!"

    The military policeman was irritated. He suddenly stretched out a hand, pinched Bozik's collar, and said to him in a nonchalant manner: "Correct your attitude!"

    After a nameless anger began to burn in his heart, Bozik slowly clenched his fists.

    Bozik lowered his voice: "Take your dirty hands off my collar!"

    Major Pask took a few steps back, ready to watch the show.  Other soldiers also stopped what they were doing and looked at these two people.  Gavin said softly to Jacks: "I bet you twenty dollars that Mahjong is really mad this time, and he will beat that incompetent dwarf half to death!"

    Jacks looked back at Gavin and clapped his hand hard: "Deal!"

    "Don't be shameless!" The military policeman grabbed Bozik's collar with his hand and pulled it back hard. At the same time, he punched hard with the other hand, trying to punch him in the face, but Bozik blocked it.  .  Before the military police could launch the next wave of offensive, Bozik raised his foot and kicked the military policeman in the crotch with all his strength.  The military policeman was in unbearable pain, and his whole body suddenly lost all strength.  But Bozik hadn't had enough. He raised his legs again and slammed his knee into the military policeman's crotch and abdomen like a shuttlecock, until the military policeman's balls were kicked to pieces.

    Bozik lost control. He flipped the military policeman over, and then used all the bone-breaking blows he had learned throughout his life to hit the military policeman in the face.

    None of the soldiers present came forward to help because they were all numb.  £®  £®  £®  £®  £®

    Bozik¡¯s eyes turned red. He thought of Zhou Cenyou and all the dead brothers.  The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the angrier he got, the harder he hit.  The poor gendarme was beaten until his face was covered with blood. Only then did he realize what kind of person he had offended.  And now he doesn't even have the chance to kneel down and beg for mercy.

    "Go to hell, you damn guy!" Bozik pulled out a foot-long dagger from the scabbard tied to his leggings and stabbed the military policeman in the face.

    But just when the blade was about to hit the military policeman¡¯s face, Bozik¡¯s hand suddenly stopped like a truck seeing a roadblock on the highway!  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)
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