Chapter 22: Human Nature. Animal nature

The mercenary captain widened his eyes and cautiously asked, "What method do you think you can use to eliminate four enemies wielding automatic weapons at once?" ”
Zhanxiage picked up a piece of shrapnel from the glacier, each one foot long and half a foot wide, and said coldly, "When you fire grenades and those so-called 'elites' who have never actually been to the battlefield get into chaos, I'll rush out and drop a bomb first, killing a terrorist wielding an AK-47 automatic rifle who could pose a deadly threat to me. Then I'll use that shrapnel to kill the grenadier at the front, carrying a steel grenade stuck in it, and get enough equipment from him." ”
The mercenary captain looked Zhanxiage up and down from all directions until he felt uneasy looking at her, then asked in confusion, "You still have a bomb on you?" ”
The Heroic Singer stretched out, and a bomb with a one-meter-long detonation line slowly emerged from the sleeve of his uniform. He said casually, "This is my 'glory round.' Now I'll ask them to glorify me for me!" I'm not a religious fanatic. If I can avoid dying, who would want to rush after me and get killed?! ”
Looking at the "glory round" in Zhanxia Ge's hand, the mercenary captain couldn't help but gasp. After a long moment, he clutched his head and groaned weakly, "My God, I heard that you Chinese soldiers have a tradition of leaving themselves their last bullet or grenade on the battlefield." But is it really possible to use this kind of explosive as a 'glory bomb'?! You're clearly saying that even if it costs you death, you'll gather a whole group to die with you! ”
Zhanxiage chuckled, "If it's called dying, it must be a grand and spectacular death, a death that leaves them dumbfounded!" I can't just leave my corpse to them, giving them a chance to vent their anger, can I? ”
The mercenary captain held his head and sighed, "I'm speechless!" I now truly swear by my mother's name: in my life, I will never again think about coming to your Chinese territory to freeload. You have made it clear that every Chinese soldier could be transformed into a suicide soldier only among terrorists at any time! I heard you Chinese people love to care about 'face.' If you really provoke you, get ruthless, and send a small squad of perverts like you to hunt you all over the world, anyone would have money but no life to spend it, right?! ”
Zhanxiage nodded faintly and said in a deep voice, "Let's join forces to wipe out these enemies, then I'll return to my own position. You figure out how to escape this battlefield on your own!" If you want to avenge your teammates, wait until you've dealt with the enemy in front of you, then let's face it out! ”
The mercenary captain's eyes lit up. He stared straight at Zhanxiage and shouted, "We are mercenaries. They all died honorably in battle. We have no complaints, let alone revenge!" After eliminating those small fry, I will immediately withdraw from the battlefield. There is an old Chinese saying: 'A gentleman's word is .......'
"Swift horse whip!"
Zhanxiage reached out and slapped the mercenary captain's large hand suspended in midair hard, and the two felt the explosive power contained within each other's bodies. By this time, a soldier from China's Fifth Special Forces and a top international mercenary captain, facing immense pressure, finally overcame their prejudices in the shortest time and formed an alliance of offense and defense.
The mercenary captain suddenly stood up. The fourteen terrorists opposite him widened their eyes, still unsure what was happening, when the Amsko MGL 400mm grenade launcher in the captain's hand suddenly roared, and thick smoke rose from the three "xx" terrorists moving forward in a '品' formation.
The group of terrorists hadn't yet recovered from the sudden attack when they suddenly saw the Chinese soldier who had just fought the mercenary captain jump up, raise his hand, and a long, flat, black, heavy metal block somersaulted in the air, rolling in a beautiful arc as it joyfully leapt toward them.
"Clack......"
The blackened metal block landed in front of several terrorists. They all stretched their necks and curiously looked at the little toy lying quietly on the ground, with a small light flickering and flickering. Suddenly, a senior terrorist who had stayed several days in the Afghan terrorist base and had extensive experience in terrorist activities let out a hysterical scream: "Oh my god, this is black sojin explosives!" ”
"Boom!"
Even the ground trembled violently. A cloud of smoke, mixed with the flesh and flesh of the two terrorists, rolled up to fourteen or fifteen meters high before being blown away by the strong northwest wind. The power of this small piece of black sojin explosives was actually no less than the bomb dropped by the Chinese army just now. Amidst the smoke and smoke, Zhan Xiage, braced himself with both hands and shot forward like lightning. The terrorist at the front, covered in grenades and explosives, still hadn't figured out what was happening, when a shrapnel over a foot long and half a foot wide stabbed hard into his neck. With all his strength, Zhan Xiagege pulled and severed both the terrorist's cervical artery and his trachea.
Scorching blood sprayed fiercely from the terrorist's neck at a terrifying speed of 83.5 milliliters per second. He futilely reached out to cover his wound, but could he really hold it back? He opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout something, but his trachea had already been severed by the war hero's song. His lungs kept flapping, and besides forcing a few "ho ho" sounds from the severed trachea, what else could he shout?!
Scorching blood splattered all over Zhan Xiaoge's face. He stared wide-eyed, gritting his teeth against the sting from the blood rushing into his eyes. He pulled at the bloody shrapnel in his hand, but the shrapnel was instinctively grabbed by the terrorist whose artery had been severed. Zhan Xiaoge twisted his hand fiercely, and the shrapnel was covered in blood, leaving a bowl-sized hole in the terrorist's neck. Mixed in were the terrorists' two fingers, which had been forcibly twisted off, scattering everywhere.
Before Zhanxiage could draw his pistol from the terrorist, he suddenly heard a panicked scream less than fifteen meters to his left, followed by the typical explosive sound of an AK47 rifle firing. Zhanxiage grabbed the terrorist in front of him, who had nearly been beheaded. Suddenly, more than a dozen brilliant blossoms of blood splattered from the terrorist who had lost all hope of survival.
The AK47, famous for its close-range firepower, pierced through the terrorist's body. Zhanxiage felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if struck by a fist. Who knows how many bullets he had taken at that moment! Zhanxiage's eyes widened as he pushed the already battered corpse forward in front of him.
The AK47 rifle kept firing at him. The corpse in front of him kept shattering, erupting into a rain of blood. Suddenly, the corpse let out a loud "pop" sound. The soft head hanging from his neck was shattered by several rifle bullets. Red, white, sticky liquid splattered everywhere, and the bullet hit his chest bulletproof vest. The battle hero involuntarily opened his mouth wide and inhaled deeply, feeling an extremely strange sweet, metallic taste coming from his mouth. His tongue involuntarily curled, He felt a smooth, moist, gentle touch—who knows what exactly flew into his mouth.
A wave of uncontrollable churning surged in Zhanxiage's stomach, but in this situation, vomiting would mean certain death!
Zhanxiage suddenly let out a wolf-like howl, swallowing the thing that had splashed into his mouth, along with the stomach acid that had already rushed to his throat, back into his stomach! At the same time, he gripped the shrapnel in his hand and stabbed with all his might at the corpse in front of him, which had been swept to a tattered body by the AK47 rifle.
"Splash......"
The ribs on the corpse's chest were almost broken by bullets, and Zhanxiage gripped the shrapnel tightly with his right hand and actually punched him hard in the chest! The terrorist who had just emptied thirty bullets in the magazine and was frantically changing magazines suddenly widened his eyes, staring in disbelief at the shrapnel that Zhanxiage had forcibly stabbed into his chest through a corpse.
Zhan Xiage's hand gripped the shrapnel and twisted it hard. He could clearly hear the terrifying "squeak screech" sound of the shrapnel scraping against the ribs of the terrorist holding the AK47 rifle. He could even more clearly feel the sharp pain of his arm spinning through the chest of the corpse before him from the shattered ribs.
Zhanxiage desperately twisted the shrapnel in his hand, trying to widen the wound inside the opponent's body.
"Brush ......"
A bayonet suddenly passed through the corpse in front of him, grazing the ear of Zhanxiage and slantingly raised. It turned out to be the terrorist holding an AK47 rifle, who drew the bayonet from his rifle and stabbed back! Zhan Xiagege stretched out his left hand to grip the AK rifle's barrel, still hot and scorched with blood, then released the shrapnel deeply embedded in the enemy's body with his right hand and pulled back. He quickly removed the bayonet from the AK-47 rifle, then widened his eyes, gripped the bayonet tightly, and through the corpse that had long been smashed and hollowed out, stabbed fiercely again!