Chapter 31: Bloodthirsty Mad Dragon (Part 2)

Zhanxiage once heard a story: a squad leader stayed on the front lines of the battlefield for a whole year. When he finally stepped off the battlefield, his eyes were bloodshot. Anyone who met his gaze would feel a terrifying pressure as if they were being stared at coldly by death or a natural enemy. Someone asked the squad leader why his eyes were red. The squad leader replied casually, "Because I eat fresh hearts every day. I dig out the enemy's hearts and roast them one by one." Honestly, the taste is actually quite good! ”
Zhanxiage had always thought this was a rumor-flated legend, but at this moment, he suddenly understood the class monitor's mindset.
Hatred!
Watching his own brothers, as if they were his own hands and feet, fall one by one in pools of blood, dying in a gruesome way, watching the enemy show off their might, the dazzling blossoms of blood blooming in the air, the mangled corpses so mangled that no one could even recognize them, the gunshots rang out, the heavy artillery fire rang out...... On such a battlefield, in such an environment, that squad leader no longer saw himself as a living person, and even more so no longer saw himself as a person!
He is a machine driven by hatred, the purest killing machine that unleashes all life potential in hatred!
Zhanxiage carried Yan Jun and ran desperately. His sweat mixed with the blood flowing from Yan Jun's body, forming a bond even closer than blood ties, a bond that made people die without regret.
Bullets kept flying above Zhanxiage's head, at his feet, beside him, and in front of him, left, and right, leaving behind the marks and trajectories of death harvesting lives! Suddenly, Yan Jun clenched his teeth and no matter how much blood flowed from his body, even as his body embedded with shrapnel rubbed against Zhanxiage's shoulders, he couldn't make a sound. His body trembled violently, and he couldn't help but let out a groan of pain. Zhanxiage could clearly feel another surge of burning blood flowing from Yan Jun, reaching his shoulders and then into his heart.
Zhanxiage howled, "Yan Jun, how are you?" Don't you damn well don't become a coward now. If you dare to stand a corpse on me, I'll despise you for the rest of my life. Do you understand? I will despise you for a lifetime! ”
"It's fine!" Yan Jun's voice kept trembling. He shook as he laughed and said, "My butt was hit by a bullet. Class monitor, don't worry. I can't say anything else, but the flesh on my butt is still quite thick!" Now I've made up my mind: I don't want to die. Just thinking about being hospitalized and having Instructor Yajie'er's gentle little hands touch my butt every day to heal me, hehe...... Just thinking about it is enough to breathe from it! ”
Zhan Xiage widened his eyes: "...... Damn! ”
A dozen or so soldiers were sprinting at full speed. This unit, exhausted from days of fierce fighting and unable to recover, ran faster than the usual best results achieved during training, thanks to their squad leader, Zhanxiage.
Their squad leader carried his injured brother, running while shouting loudly: "Run!" I'm begging you, come back with me alive! I beg you, please don't die anymore! This isn't the class monitor's order; it's a request from a brother to you. Run with all your strength and come with me! Don't look back, don't abandon your wounded brother, and never abandon yourself! ”
Bullets came flying in volleys, mixed with the terrifying roar of 125mm grenades. There was no innate passion, no fearlessness. Zhanxiage had never imagined that, on a battlefield where the brave will win, he would abandon the theory of soldiers attacking, attacking, and attacking again, giving up the dignity and courage of a soldier. Now, all he wanted was for his brother to live. All he wanted was to find a safe place, enough medical supplies, and let his brother, still bleeding from his shoulder, survive!
The villagers who had just been standing outside the village and chatting leisurely had now vanished without a trace, leaving only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy holding a basketball and probably stunned, still standing there in a daze. A soldier from the Fifth Special Forces who had run past him suddenly let out a furious roar: "Watch out, danger!" ”
The Fifth Special Forces soldier lunged forward and grabbed the eleven or twelve-year-old child. The two rolled on the ground several times, leaving a long trail of bullet marks behind them.
The Fifth Special Forces soldier stood up holding the child, forgetting that the Russian child couldn't understand Chinese at all. Pointing at the village, he shouted, "It's dangerous here! Go home and find a safe place to hide...... Not ......."
"Class monitor, it hurts so much!"
Hearing the piercing scream behind him, Zhanxiage was truly stunned. He spun around sharply, and at that moment, the corner of his eye was forcibly torn apart by himself! His brother, a top elite trained by China's Fifth Special Forces, a combat expert who had just endured the most brutal battles and survived under enemy anti-aircraft machine guns and mortars, now stared wide-eyed with his big eyes, clutching his lower abdomen tightly with both hands, blood continuously flowing from the bullet-torn bulletproof vest and through his fingers.
He wasn't truly unable to endure the pain. The reason he cried out was because he truly couldn't believe his eyes. But the little boy who had just stood there silly, holding a small ball, seemingly stunned by the machine gun and heavy artillery fire, was now holding a sharp, blood-stained dagger!
No, what he was holding wasn't a dagger, but a pure, pure torture device that would inflict the most terrifying pain on the victim before killing!
It was a terrifying weapon polished from steel plates, adorned with three barbs of various sizes. If such a weapon pierced a person's lower abdomen, it would not only cause a wound that was hard to heal, but also tear out the internal organs!
"Bang!"
Not far away, a gunshot rang out. Through a window, a boy of only eleven or twelve wore a smug smile. In his hand, he held a gun smoking from the muzzle, using tape to secure the sniper scope and the rifle body together. An hour ago, Zhanxiage and the others had seen this little boy, but how could their group of weapons experts have imagined that a boy who looked cute and harmless, holding a toy gun wrapped in tape, was actually a genuine assault rifle that could shoot bullets?!
A soldier from the Fifth Special Forces who had been stabbed in the abdomen by that terrifying weapon suddenly exploded like a watermelon smashed onto the floor.
The assault rifle in the assault rifle of the eleven or twelve-year-old boy fired bullets that were actually dum rounds, which are explicitly banned on the battlefield by the Geneva Conventions!
All the soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces were stunned, even Shen Hao was stunned. They raised their weapons in unison, but looking at the little boy standing before them—only eleven or twelve, whose face was splattered with blood but still wore a childlike smile—they couldn't pull the trigger of their weapons.
"Damn it, at a time like this, you're still pretending to be so aloof! Next! ”
Zhanxiage threw the severity on his shoulders to Shen Hao. With red eyes, he lunged forward, reaching out and grabbing the dagger that little boy was stabbing at him. The dagger was sticky and warm, and it was stained with his brother's blood!
The Huya combat saber flashed coldly in the air, and with one strike, Zhan Xia Ge sliced off the boy's head. At the same time, a gasoline-filled Molotov cocktail was thrown from a room in the town, landing at Zhan Xiaoge's feet, wrapping his feet and thighs in flames.
"Fuck you, give it back to you!"
Zhanxiage swung his right hand in a circle and smashed the boy's head hard into the room where the gasoline bottle was thrown. Although the weapon he threw had no real lethal effect, a terrified scream still echoed from inside the room.
Suddenly, gunshots rang out from the hands of the Fifth Special Forces soldiers. A dozen Chechen rebels, armed with weapons, rushed out from various rooms in the town. Under the high-precision fire of the Fifth Special Forces soldiers, they didn't even have time to raise their rifles before they collapsed to the ground.
When Chechen rebels, "killer organization" terrorists, and Afghan guerrillas rushed near the small village under the cover of T80 tanks and Russian marine special amphibious armored transport vehicles, they were stunned. At the village entrance, more than a dozen bodies lay scattered in all directions, including Chinese soldiers and accomplices they had pre-planted in the town.
There was no need to check—there were no living people in this pile of bodies. The accomplices killed by the Chinese soldiers were all shot between the heads and foreheads. Of the two soldiers lying among the bodies, one had his entire head blown apart by a dam bullet, the other covered in blood and wounds, hit by a homemade petrol bomb. His back was still burning, yet he just lay there quietly, clearly already dead.
The leader of these terrorists was inside the T80 tank. Through the periscope, he could clearly see the shadows of Chinese soldiers. He shouted loudly, "Chase! We absolutely cannot let these Chinese scum escape our country. Blood must be paid with blood!" ”
The tank driver shouted, "Report! Both ends of this road are rocks beyond the tank's climbing ability. If we pursue, we'll have to run over that pile of corpses. Most of the people inside are our comrades!" Or should we bypass this section and continue the pursuit? ”
"Run over there!" By the time we took a detour through this section, those Chinese small fry would have already disappeared without a trace! ”