Chapter 22: Human Nature. Animal nature

Just as the bayonet plunged into the terrorist again, Zhanxiage raised his head and roared hoarsely: "Damn it, fire the cannon! ”
Tears also uncontrollably sprayed from Zhan Xiagoge's eyes, already splattered with blood and brain matter, and stinging painfully. Zhan Xiagege truly had no idea he was still on the battlefield...... Crying again!
Faced with this brutal bloody battle beyond human endurance, several terrorists, completely stunned, finally woke up as if from a dream, raising their rifles. But before they could pull the trigger, a huge burst of smoke and shrapnel mixed with the scorching scent of metal suddenly erupted before their eyes.
The mercenary captain hugged a grenade launcher and shouted hoarsely, "Chinese boy, what the hell are you still fooling about? Hurry up and grab your gun!" Feeling sick and crying, he had to wait until he got rid of these paparazzi first! ”
After missing three grenades, the mercenary captain picked up a modified Stinger single-soldier guided "surface-to-ground missile" with a modified version of Zhanxia Ge. Without hesitation, with a quick pull of the trigger, another terrorist fell into a pool of blood. However, the bloody fighting on this local battlefield had already attracted the attention of other terrorists. A machine gunner turned his squad light machine gun and fired a barrage of bullets into the granary. The mercenary captain lay on the ground, truly unarmed. He straightened his neck and shouted, "Chinese boy, gun!" ”
"Smack!"
A blood-soaked AK-47 was forcefully thrown into the granary. The mercenary captain crawled over using both hands and feet, grabbed his AK rifle, jumped up, and fired a brilliant burst at the light machine gun. But he immediately flopped back into the trench in an even more disheveled way, stretching his neck and shouting, "Damn, I wanted a gun and you just gave me an empty gun! Give me bullets!" ”
The Hero Singer stretched out, passed through the corpse in front of him, and pulled down a row of magazines from the second corpse, which had been stabbed with shrapnel and stabbed hard. When he brought them back in, the magazine got stuck in the corpse's chest. With eyes bloodshot and tears glaring at the corpse before him, which was now devoid of human form and covered in grim white bones, he lifted his big foot and kicked hard.
"Splash......"
After being fired from thirty AK rifle bullets, repeatedly punched through by Zhan Xiaoge, and stabbed back and forth by a bayonet, his body finally collapsed completely. With Zhan Xiaoge's desperate kick, the corpse, already shattered by the skull, was kicked in half at the waist. Clutching the bullet pouch with a broken rib stuck on it, Zhan Xiaoge tossed it into the ice trench without hesitation.
"Wow......"
The one lying on the ground, vomiting desperately, was actually the religious fanatic and self-destruct soldier standing at the very back of the group, who had long swore to sacrifice himself for the "holy war," his body strapped to explosives, and who should have rushed forward to perish with Zhanxiage. Facing a monster like Zhanxia Ge, covered in blood, covered in human flesh and bullet-smashed organs, he trembled uncontrollably. He vomited and screamed, "He's a devil, he's a devil, he's a devil!" ”
This "holy war" religious fanatic tried to escape, but only then did he realize his legs were completely drained!
He was so scared his whole body went weak! He threw off the pistol in his hand, futilely clutching the snow in front of him, slowly moving forward. Right now, he just wanted to get away from this killer demon king, and just want to get away from the Asura demon lord who had just been stripped alive with no trace of human form left!
The sound of AK rifle bursts echoed in the trench, and the light machine gun fire quickly faded. The mercenary captain grabbed the AK47 automatic rifle that Zhanxiage had forcibly pulled from the corpse's chest, two bloody magazines tucked into his belt, and leapt out of the trench. He raised his wrist slightly, and two bullet casings shot out from the automatic rifle. The religious fanatic, already scared out of his wits, stared wide-eyed and collapsed to the ground. In fact, this might have been a better ending for him, better than being scared out of his wits, spending his whole life in madness, dazed and foolish, in fear.
In fact, a suicide bomber ready to sacrifice himself for religion and "holy war," bound with explosives and dying together with the enemy, is so timid—this shows he cannot yet be considered a pure "holy war" elite!
From the pile of blood and flesh in front of him, Zhan Xiaoge picked up six or seven grenades covered in steel balls with astonishing destructive power, and with mechanical and blank movements, hung them one by one on himself. Then, from the pile of blood and flesh, he picked out a pistol and two magazines.
The mercenary captain picked up an AK47 rifle from the devastated battlefield, stuffed several magazines into Zhanxiage's hand, and saw his M9 multi-purpose saber and Zhanxiage's Huya combat saber lying nearby. He ran over again, retrieved both sabers along with his M11 self-defense pistol, and casually tossed the Huya saber back to Zhanxiage.
Seeing Zhanxiage still squatting dazedly among the blood and flesh, the mercenary captain suddenly reached out and slapped Zhanxiage the shoulder.
"A rookie is a rookie," the mercenary captain snorted coldly. "On the battlefield, it's either you die or I die. Only those who survive are true victors." I've never seen a victor who would foolishly shed tears in front of the corpse of a loser! If you have that time, you might as well keep your eyes wide open and pay more attention to your surroundings to see if any bullets might be fired at you! ”
"I know the battlefield is brutal. I know that when soldiers go to the battlefield, if they want to survive, they have to kill—they keep killing enemies who will shoot at them!" Zhanxiage whispered, "But after all, we are human, not ...... Beast! I killed desperately so I could see the woman I loved again, and my father. But the people I killed should have their own beloved women and families! ”
"What about your comrades? Do they have their own families, or the women they love?" The mercenary captain pointed to a small hill defended by Chinese troops several hundred meters away. His cold, faint voice seemed to hit the ground first, then refracted into the Song of War Hero's ears: "I've long learned one thing from the battlefield: pity is something only powerful Zheng Ye families have the right to use—a tool to gloss over their cruelty and coldness." If a soldier has such a thing, they should get out of the battlefield as soon as possible, because a soldier who cannot face death with the calmest composure and even shows mercy to the enemy will not only kill themselves but also drag down their comrades! ”
"Please pay attention to one thing," the mercenary captain raised his tone and whispered into the Song of War Heroes' ears, "Right now, your army is surrounded by enemies ten times our number. You lack bullets and first aid supplies. With only your limited air force support, you simply can't hold out until reinforcements arrive!" You're at an absolute disadvantage right now—what right do you have to show your compassion and hypocrisy as a strong person to a corpse?! If you have that time, you might as well open your eyes wide and see clearly when your comrades fire their last bullet, fight with their last bit of strength, only to be swarmed by thousands of terrorists and torn apart! ”
Zhan Xiage turned his head, his eyes wide open. Over a thousand terrorists, still shaken by six Chinese Air Force bombings, had barely gathered under the leadership of some leaders and Afghan guerrillas. In front of more than twenty light machine guns, machine gunners and ammunition handlers were reassigned. Even though these newly dispatched machine gunners were all rookies who only knew how to pull the trigger with their eyes closed, the firepower network formed by these twenty-plus light machine guns was a terrifying force that Chinese troops lacking necessary cover.
"I think your comrades need your strength and support the most right now!" The mercenary captain gently placed his hand on Zhanxiage's head and said gently, "Go ahead. No matter what, I hope that this child who has amazed me so much can survive this war!" To quote what you once told me, you fought and fought for the brothers who share the same pot, for the dignity of China's three million soldiers, and for China's 140 million brothers and sisters! For them, you can't be intimidated by an enemy you personally destroyed! ”
He took out a flat Russian silver wine jug from his pocket, unlid it open, and handed it to Zhanxiage, saying, "This is authentic Russian vodka. It's not exactly a good liquor, but it's strong and flavorful—a true man's liquor!" Want to have a bite?! ”
The rich, violent aroma of the wine echoed right in front of Zhan Xiaoge's nose. Suddenly, he reached out and snatched the wine flask, and right in front of the mercenary captain, he thrust his neck back hard and poured more than half the pot of strong liquor into his stomach. Vodka, originally a strong liquor that existed purely to withstand the cold and was considered unrefined by high society, carries the sharpness of a Siberian chill and the unique passion of Russians, rushing into the war hero's stomach and his heart. A fierce fire burst from the blood of the war hero, instantly burning his face red.
Zhanxiage wiped the corner of his mouth, tossed the wine jug back to the mercenary captain, and exclaimed, "What a fine wine!" ”
"In Chinese terms, you are a hero too!" The mercenary captain reached out and tossed the silver wine flask to Zhanxiage, saying, "Consider this wine flask a gift from me. From now on, I will never set foot on Chinese soil again. And as a Chinese special forces elite, you will never appear on the South African mercenary battlefield. I think you and I, who have fought with knives and fought fiercely together, will probably never meet again in this lifetime!" ”
"Before the others see me as an enemy, I have to slip away first!" The mercenary captain slung an AK47 rifle over his shoulder, waving to Zhanxiage as he walked: "I will remember you, a Chinese soldier who amazed me!" As for my name, if one day you really arrive in South Africa, as long as I'm still alive, you should be able to find me easily by asking someone about a guy called 'South African Flying Tiger'! ”
The war hero, whose blood was rekindled by alcohol, stood up from the bloodstain and smiled, "Alright, then remember this: when one day you find out that someone named Fang is looking for you, that means I've run off to South Africa!" ”