Chapter 25 This is for Yang
This is a conspiracy!
Zhao Ziyang, who was shot through the chest by a bullet, lay weakly on the ground, allowing fresh blood to gush out like a spring. He no longer had the strength to get up, and his mind only had one thought: being surrounded and killed by the US military must be a huge conspiracy, or else there was a traitor in the mercenary group - there was no other explanation besides these two possibilities.
The earl must have sold out the captain; otherwise, it's impossible for the timing to be so coincidental.
It's pointless to think about it anymore, the mercenary group is finished, the captain should be arrested, Amo and the others may have already died in the bombardment, other hidden members will also suffer at the same time, maybe only Angel can survive.
But it's enough to know that Angie is alive and well.
For the Latent Mercenary Group, Zhao Ziyang didn't have much deep feelings. He had only been here for more than three months and it was all for revenge, so there was no room for emotions. If anything, the only one he had any feelings for was An Qi'er. Several months of living together had made him realize that the cold and icy An Qi'er was actually very cute.
Dying is nothing, what's regrettable is being unable to avenge Captain and the others...
Zhao Ziyang fell into a daze, exhausted and closed his eyes, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth. He seemed to see Mengzi holding a wine bottle looking for him to drink together, and saw the captain's face turn red as he asked him to help write a love letter to his little wife...
A dazzling white light appeared before his eyes, as if a staircase leading to heaven or hell had emerged in front of him.
"Rumble..." The sound of the Hummer starting up was deafening, and the white light became increasingly dazzling. Zhao Ziyang, who had been caught off guard, struggled to open his eyes against the glare.
A Hummer came speeding towards him with a loud rumble, and the driver seemed intent on crushing him.
"Hey, fellow villager, stop pretending to be dead and get on the bus quickly." The clear voice of the girl reached Zhao Ziyang's ears, making his confused thoughts suddenly clear.
We're saved!
Under the desire to survive, Zhao Ziyang single-handedly crawled up, staring at the fierce horse cart that was rushing towards him, and suddenly turned around with one foot on the wall. With the force of one kick, his body zoomed in on the car that didn't slow down at all.
With a loud "bang", Zhao Ziyang, who had just jumped onto the car, was violently thrown under the seat, and several bricks came crashing down on his head.
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A dull thud, Zhao Ziyang's temple was heavily hit by a corner of a brick, and he fainted, with the sound of American soldiers' shouts and gunfire still echoing in his ears, his whole body completely relaxed.
A little wild cat, driving with Zhao Ziyang, crashed into the wall and rushed out, facing the US soldiers outside the wall, stretched out its hand from its pocket and scattered a handful of copper coins like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers.
"Bang bang bang..." A chaotic noise came, followed by the painful cries of American soldiers.
"Ah......my eyes......"
"Ahhh..."
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The American soldiers who fell to the ground had several coins deeply embedded in their bodies, one of whom had a coin cut directly into his right eye, cutting the eyeball in half in the eye socket. Another US soldier's chest was also cut through by a coin that penetrated his bulletproof vest.
"Hmm!" Xiaoyezi proudly hummed a sound, stepped on the accelerator and drove the Hummer towards Cheng Fei at high speed.
The Hummer with strong off-road performance quickly disappeared from the US military's sight, speeding towards the Taliban-occupied area in the far west.
Several US military vehicles following closely behind retreated reluctantly after approaching areas controlled by Taliban militants.
A small group of US troops entered Taliban-controlled mountainous areas with no way out but death.
At this time, Angel desperately fled southward, her route also advancing into the Taliban's actual control area. The south of Gereshk is a desert area, and if you escape into the desert with two legs, it will be a dead end. But Angel knew that there were always small Taliban guerrilla forces in the southern part of Gereshk town, as long as she could meet the guerrillas, she would be safe.
Two U.S. Humvees, mounted with heavy machine guns, kicked up clouds of dust as they headed south in search of Angel, their headlights illuminating the vast desert with crystal clarity, making it impossible for any living thing to escape the stark contrast between darkness and light.
Angel, running forward, saw the US military soldiers chasing far behind her, and ran frantically forward. In front of her was a sand dune, and after crossing it, she entered the real desert. If lucky, she would definitely encounter Taliban armed guerrillas.
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An Qi'er climbed up the sandy hill with one foot deep and one shallow, her hands and feet working together. The shouts of American soldiers were already ringing in her ears. At this time, she had only climbed halfway up the mountain. If she was discovered by the American soldiers, a burst of fire from the two teams would be enough to turn herself into a sieve.
Without any hesitation, Angel immediately lay down flat and quickly dug into the soft yellow sand with her military knife, using the sand to bury herself, thereby evading the US military's reconnaissance.
"Thermal imaging!" A US military officer who had chased down to the sandy hill, stopped his car and jumped out, shouted loudly, gesturing to a soldier to use thermal imaging equipment to search for Angel's figure.
The desert area has a particularly large temperature difference between morning and evening, and the nighttime temperature can even drop below 0 degrees. Under such temperatures, using an infrared thermal imager is undoubtedly the most convenient way.
US soldiers carrying thermal imaging equipment combed the sand dunes thoroughly, but Angel's figure was nowhere to be seen. Buried in the yellow sand, Angel isolated her body heat display, which she had anticipated early on.
The US soldiers did not give up and immediately formed a tactical formation to climb the sandy mountain, searching for Angel's figure after the thermal imager failed to find her.
"Each group note that this is a world-class mercenary leader, pay attention to the yellow sand under your feet." The US military officer issued a reminder to each search group, with considerable experience.
This time, the mercenary who was killed was what kind of mercenary to stop them they didn't know, but they knew a bit, this mercenary was one of the world's top mercenary organizations, not a single weak one. The woman who escaped from their encirclement was even more the leader of this mercenary group, with abilities more terrifying than men.
Three US soldiers in a group dispersed to climb the sand dunes for searching Angel, their facial expressions seemed not tense due to the reminder of the team leader, but instead gave a relaxed performance, thoroughly showing the characteristic of American soldiers being particularly arrogant wherever they go. In their view, twelve excellent marines who have experienced many battles were sent out to search for a lone mercenary, even if they couldn't find him, they could still complete self-protection.
Those Marines who didn't hold the streets were newbies, while they were real veterans who had been here since the start of the war in Afghanistan.
An Qi lay quietly under the sand, using the friction of her opponent's footsteps on the sand to sense their position. She had to get past this hurdle. Once she got past it, she could enter Taliban and everything would be easy.
An American soldier searches for any anomalies in the yellow sand beneath his feet with a flashlight while confirming with each other.
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"Sir, nothing's been found at ten o'clock." A soldier who was climbing towards Angel's hiding point directly reported to the officer in charge through wireless radio and said with a relaxed tone: "I hope this mercenary doesn't have a scar on his face, that would make me feel regretful, haha."
"Corporal, raise your guard." The officer's stern warning voice came over: "Reiterate once again, this is a top mercenary. If you want to go home and enjoy the sunshine and beaches of Hawaii in one piece, then get your spirits up!"
"Yes sir!" The sergeant shut his mouth, and in his mind began to fantasize about Hawaiian beaches, and the countless bikini-clad women on them.
US troops stationed in Afghanistan live in fear every day, having to guard against the Taliban, suicide bombers and insurgents. On the streets, you don't know who has explosives strapped to their body or who is hiding a rifle under their clothes.
Perhaps one moment it was calm, the next a woman would pull out an AK-47 from under her skirt and start firing wildly at them; or perhaps an elderly Muslim man would suddenly rush towards them, detonating explosives strapped to his body.
American soldiers under extreme mental stress all have one common wish: get away from this crappy place!
They just want to go back to the US from Afghanistan, they have to be there for three years or get wounded or experience a certain number of battles before they can return. Those who don't meet the conditions can only gradually go mad on the battlefield. So that they can adjust themselves in any situation and in any way, imagining something good is undoubtedly the most exciting method.
The flashlight shone on the sandy ground under his feet, and just as the sergeant was about to move it away, he suddenly found that the sand under his feet was in disarray. It was clear that this was a trace left by mercenaries, and the enemy was lurking right under his feet!
"Damn it!" Sergeant Zhang cursed, feeling extremely unlucky about his situation.
The sunshine and beaches of Hawaii he can no longer enjoy, but only a Medal of Honor awarded by the United States for his sacrifice.
With a "thud", Zhong Shi felt his legs being hooked and then fell straight down to the sandy ground.
Just as he was about to shout out, the sand surface suddenly broke open, a figure rushed towards him, his mouth was covered, and a chill spread across his chest.
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He took a closer look and saw that there were no scars on this mercenary's face, but rather an undeniably beautiful young woman...
Liso took out the American soldier, and Angel immediately rolled over to the east, hugging the sand, quietly lying in a depression formed by two protruding sand dunes.
The other two US soldiers searching for Angel from the direction of ten o'clock immediately discovered the movement on this side, and observed through the flashlight that their companion was lying motionless on the ground.
"Something's happening!" A soldier immediately warned his comrades elsewhere and rushed over with his gun to the comrade who had fallen to the ground.
With a "bang", the soldiers who came running from the east to provide support were suddenly tripped by a horizontal wooden stick and fell forward in shock.
"Pffft!"
A sharp military knife stabbed fiercely into his neck's main artery, directly piercing through.
"Hah..." The blood that had been subjected to the pressure of her heart sprayed out, heavily splashing onto An Qi'er's face, dyeing her into a bloody person.
At the same time as taking down this soldier, Angelina single-handedly wielded an M4 rifle and fired at the American soldier to the west.
Bang!
The rifle bullet shot straight into the soldier's forehead, and his body, subjected to a powerful penetrating force, twisted strangely as he ran, fell backwards, and heavily crashed to the ground.
"Go! Go! Go!" The US military officer immediately gave the order, leading the remaining nine team members to rush towards the 10 o'clock direction with guns at the ready to provide support.
When they rushed over quickly, they saw three former comrades quietly lying there, already three corpses.
"Fuck you!" The officer let out an angry curse and kicked the sand violently, sending up a cloud of dust.
"Charge! Charge! Kill her!" The order was given from the officer's mouth.
"Rat-a-tat-tat..." The sound of gunfire rang out, a string of bullets shot towards them.
"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!……"
A soldier fell to the ground with a loud thud, his thigh hit by a bullet and bleeding profusely.
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"Uhh..." The wounded soldier fell into a sand dune, letting out a pained groan.
"Michael's been hit, medic!" another soldier yelled.
"Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat!......" The rest of the US soldiers quickly got down and formed a semicircle, firing outward to provide cover for the rescue of the wounded.
"Sir, the femoral artery has been hit, needs to be lifted back for emergency treatment immediately!"
"Damn it!!!" The US military officer could only express his dissatisfaction with a curse at this time. He took a look at the injured comrade and shouted loudly: "Covering fire, Francis, immediately send Michael back to base, go! Go! Go!"
"Rat-a-tat-tat..." Several rifles spat out bursting flames, providing covering fire.
Several dark and spherical objects rolled down the sand dunes towards the US military's tactical circle, unobtrusively, and were not discovered until they were right in front of them.
When the officer saw these few things, his eyes were filled with terror: hand grenades!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!......" One explosion after another shook the air, and the US soldiers' rifles fell silent.
After the explosion, nine American soldiers were miserable and wailed on the mountain. The American soldier responsible for covering the wounded evacuation was lying on the ground with a bloody face, convulsing. Because he was in a half-squatting position just now, the grenade fragments mercilessly shot deep into his body.
In the darkness, Angel carried a rifle and walked down from the mountain step by step, coldly looking at several wounded struggling soldiers.
The muzzle of the black hole gun pointed at the living US soldier, and a dazzling flame spewed out from the muzzle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!......
Bullets mercilessly pierced the brains of American soldiers, dry sand greedily sucked up fresh blood, and smoke filled with a strong bloody smell drifted away with the wind.
"This is for Yang!" A cold voice spat out from Angel's mouth.
Angel, who killed two US Marine squads, carries a rifle over sand dunes in search of Taliban insurgents.
