Chapter 16: The Crying Asura

"My bullets are about to run out!" Yan Jun shouted, "What about you?" ”
Zhao Haiping quickly replied, "I have four bullets left!" ”
Yan Jun shouted loudly, "Zhang Xiangyang, we can no longer coordinate with you in alternating firepower suppression. They will never give you a chance to reload the last box of ammo. We all fight while retreating. Zhanxiage should have already dismantled the mines beneath his feet. We will continue sniping these bastards on the hill!" ”
"I can't leave!" Zhang Xiangyang knelt on the ground, firing desperately while hoarsely shouting, "Look at my feet, I can't run anymore!" ”
Yan Jun lowered his head, and when he saw Zhang Xiangyang's feet, a wave of soreness instantly struck him. Zhang Xiangyang was covered in bulletproof vests, shields, and helmets, but on his feet was only a pair of military and police riot boots. Now his right foot has been shattered by a single bullet!
Scorching blood kept flowing from his body, drops falling hard onto the frozen Chinese land beneath his feet. With his blood, his passion, and his sincerity, it melted into a vast area, making the shape look just like a ...... Map of China!
Yan Jun shouted, "No, we have to come together. If we're leaving, then let's go together!" ”
"Nonsense!" If you insist on dragging a cripple like me along, we'll all be doomed together! Zhang Xiangyang shouted angrily, "Old Yan, you and I still have a war hero song—we're the closest buddies in the army. Tell me, do you want me to leave here alive and become a cripple who can only sit in a wheelchair for life, barely scraping by, or do you want me to die honorably on the battlefield like a soldier, like a man?!" ”
"I'm telling you, Yan Jun, I, Zhang Xiangyang, put on this uniform, and never thought about taking it off! Even if I have to die, I hope I can die in uniform with great fanfare! ”
Zhang Xiangyang exhaled fiercely and shouted, "Yan Jun, you guys run! After this battle, if you can find my body, even if it's just a bone, remember to bury me in the Kangxiwa Martyrs' Cemetery!" ”
Yan Jun gazed deeply at Zhang Xiangyang, the brother who had joined the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School with him, trained with him at various special terrain training schools, slept with him on the same big tree, shared a grass snake, and sang loudly in the wilderness of stormy wilderness. Suddenly, he let out a long, wounded howl, reached out to grab Zhao Haiping, and shouted, "Let's run!" ”
Facing a roaring M134 Vulcan gun, no one dared to shoot at Yan Jun and Zhao Haiping, who were sprinting wildly. As the six-barrel Vulcan barrel spun rapidly, each M61 armor-piercing shell carved a scorching trail through the air, crashing fiercely into the enemies ahead, piercing their bodies and bones, unleashing their most desperate and piercing screams.
Zhao Haiping, who was closely following Yan Jun, suddenly felt his face burn. In this extremely cold world, on the bloodiest battlefield, the air was filled with the warm tears of an iron-blooded soldier.
No, these are not severe tears; they are his blood, his flesh, the deepest sorrow in his heart!
Zhang Xiangyang faced hundreds of enemies he had pinned down alone, armed with just a gun. He shouted loudly, "Yan Jun, run!" Zhao Haiping, run quickly! Tell Zhanxia Ge that you must avenge me! ”
The nearly continuous barrage of the M134 Vulcan gun stopped abruptly, followed by the crisp gunfire of the 5th Special Forces' rapid-fire self-defense pistol. A group of terrorists who had been suppressed by Zhang Xiangyang for four minutes jumped up, singing their ancient and twisted "hymns" and shouting wildly as they charged forward fearlessly.
Having abandoned his pistol and no time to change magazines, Zhang Xiangyang, a Chinese professional soldier whose right foot was nearly bruised, suddenly stood up with a sudden "sudden" sound in an impossible situation. Holding his M134 Vulcan gun, which was now free of bullets, he aimed it at the head of a terrorist charging at the front.
冲在最前面的一名恐怖份子只发出半声惨叫，就被张向阳手中的m134火神砸得脑浆迸射，在同时六七枝自动步枪上的刺刀同时刺到了张向阳的身上。张向阳猛然发出一声痛极的嘶吼，面对他身上经过强化的第五特殊部队专用纳米级防弹衣，那些用刺刀直接捅进张向身上的敌人只觉得自己就象是刺到一块钢板，但是有一把刺刀，却顺着防弹衣上连续被两颗子弹打中，已经失去大部分防御效果的位置，狠狠刺进了张向阳的身体。
Zhang Xiangyang took a deep breath, swung the M134 Vulcan Cannon in a circle, and smashed it in a 180-degree arc through the air. Blood splattered everywhere, and a chorus of piercing screams echoed around him. But the hundreds of terrorists who had been suppressed for too long and hated Zhang Xiangyang to the core had already begun a charge against him alone, a kind of charge that only appears in the era of cold weapons. Six or seven bloodied terrorists had just retreated, and then more than twenty bayonets were all aimed at Zhang Xiangyang fiercely.
More than twenty bayonets pierced Zhang Xiangyang's bulletproof vest, but the terrorists didn't pull back their bayonets and forcefully lifted upward, lifting Zhang Xiangyang, who was 200 centimeters tall and weighed over 100 kilograms, carrying a thousand spare machine gun rounds.
Lifted over two meters tall by more than twenty bayonets, Zhang Xiangyang was like a sack thrown straight down from the air, crashing onto the hard ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could struggle to get up, he was completely surrounded by a sea of people. At that moment, his head was covered with beast-like flashes of ferocious, mad blood-red eyes, gleaming with dazzling bayonets and machetes.
Someone shouted a slogan, and more than a dozen bayonets stabbed down fiercely at Zhang Xiangyang lying on the ground. This time, from above, the bayonets finally plunged into his body. But just as they were smugly preparing to withdraw their bayonets, someone suddenly let out a panicked scream because Zhang Xiangyang had grabbed his gun!
Zhang Xiangyang gripped the bayonet stabbing into the chest with his left hand, quickly drew his military knife, and under everyone's stunned gaze, he thrust his upper body forward with all his strength. The bayonet pierced his chest finally sank completely into his body, but at the same time, the multifunctional saber in his right hand also pierced the man's abdomen. Then, with a strong pull, he executed an almost perfect Japanese samurai seppuku-supping move on the man's body!
Zhang Xiangyang lay on the ground, letting out a miserable laugh. Proudly, defiantly, and unwillingly, he raised the bloody military knife in his hand. A thick, heavy machete sliced through the air with a muffled whistle. Zhang Xiangyang let out a miserable groan, staring at his right hand that had been brutally severed, still laughing agonically. No one knew why, at this moment, this Chinese soldier—already at the mercy of others and doomed to die a miserable death—still dared to laugh so arrogantly and brazenly!
Looking at the increasingly dense feet around him—some wearing military and police riot boots, some wearing the leather boots Uyghurs love to wear, and some wearing rubber boots only worn by mainland migrant workers—Zhang Xiangyang suddenly spoke. He was trembling with pain, and blood kept spurting from his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth. But he still struggled and said, "No matter what organization you consider yourself into, most of you are still Chinese. You should understand what I'm saying, right?" ”
More than half the people around gave a light snort, which was considered an answer to Zhang Xiangyang's question.
"Chinese soldiers always leave themselves with a glorious bullet on the battlefield!" Zhang Xiangyang chuckled lightly, "I'm really lucky to have lived to detonate my glorious bomb. With so many of you accompanying me on the road, I was worth it!" ”
Ignoring the xx terrorists around him, whose faces instantly turned pale, Zhang Xiangyang used his last hand to yank hard. From the spare ammunition box behind him, which still had a thousand rounds, a sudden blue smoke rose from the Chinese Type 79 wooden-handled grenade.
Zhan Xiaoge, who had just reached halfway up the hill with Yan Jun, Zhao Haiping, and several other armed police soldiers, suddenly knelt to his knees. He stared at the explosion core within a hundred meters that had not yet been alive, and at the bloody hell where only half of the Fifth Special Forces' nano bulletproof vest rolled in the air, shrouded in smoke. He cried out hoarsely, "Zhang Xiangyang, my brother...... I hate it so much!! ”
Yan Jun gave Zhao Haiping a look, and the two of them, one on the left and one on the other, started fighting and ran up the hillside. Yan Jun shouted as he ran, "Big brother, don't cry! The battle has only just begun. If we can't hold this place, let's all go with Zhang Xiangyang!" ”
Yan Jun took a deep breath and cried out, "If we could survive, we'd be wasting our lives against these bastards!" We can't tear these guys to pieces, can't let them vanish from this world completely. The two of us brothers will have no face to go underground and go to Zhang Xiangyang! Our lives are all given by him!! ”
"Alright!"
Zhan Xiagege broke free from Yan Jun and Zhao Haiping's grip and charged up the hill first. He snatched the light machine gun from an armed police soldier and said coldly, "Remember, don't let the gun go blank. Save every bullet. Before our reinforcements arrive, I want them to cover the hillside with corpses!" ”