Chapter 35: Crazy to the Extreme

  "Cough, cough, cough..." A violent coughing sound came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. He struggled to prop himself up, wiped the fresh blood from his mouth, and grabbed the knife beside him with a dizzy head.

  The back of the knife's blade was embedded with bullets, a bright red patch, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his face deathly pale, in a deep coma.

  。

  "Aaaaah......" The howling voice of Omo came, and he set up a heavy machine gun with half his body's skin rolled up.

  Kazuki lay on the ground, convulsing violently, his severe internal injuries rendering him unable to catch his breath for a while.

  "Swore, are you still alive?!" Zhao Ziyang let out a mournful cry.

  They won't survive this time, they will all die on this mountain.

  "...I'm still not dead..." came a weak voice from Swarte on the other side of the mountain, though he wasn't dead yet, death was already close at hand.

  Zhao Ziyang quickly turned over at the sound of Swart's voice, and saw that Swart, who was as pale as gold paper, was leaning against something with his right chest wound covered, and a bullet had almost penetrated his lower abdomen.

  "Hold on a bit, hold on a bit, don't fall asleep, stay awake." Zhao Ziyang supported Swett with one hand and let him lie down more comfortably.

  "Give me another morphine... " Swarte asked Zhao Ziyang with a twisted face.

  "No, you can't have any more morphine." Zhao Ziyang flatly refused as he saw the leftover morphine injector on the ground.

  Morphine is used on the battlefield in a certain dose, and it must not be overused. Morphine can relieve pain, but excessive injection will make people become addicted after the war.

  "Are you going to give it or not?!" Swarte's eyes blazed with fury as he grabbed Zhao Ziyang's throat, bellowing: "You yellow-skinned pig, I want morphine, I want morphine!"

  Looking at the defender who had climbed halfway up the mountain, Zhao Ziyang painfully pulled out a morphine injection for Swort.

  If he's going to die anyway, let Swarte be comfortable for a bit.

  After injecting a second morphine shot, Swort became spirited and immediately opened his first-aid kit again to pull out another morphine shot for himself.

  "Uh……" Swarte let out a painful groan after being injected with three doses of morphine, his head shaking violently, and a mixture of white foam and blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, before finally stopping after a while.

  With a "pop", the shrapnel in his abdomen was forcibly pulled out by Swarte. Fresh blood spurted out, splashing onto Zhao Ziyang's body.

  。

  "You idiot, what are you still standing there for!" Swore Swoot at Zhao Ziyang.

  "You're an idiot!" Zhao Ziyang retorted, immediately wrapping Swett's wound tightly with a bandage.

  The bandage is basically useless and can only barely squeeze the wound together.

  The sniper rifle was in Swartz's hands, he crouched down again, aiming at the defender mercenary who continued to climb up with the help of rocks.

  "Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a sniper bullet whizzed towards the vampire.

  The vampire who had just flashed out from behind a rock was shot in the shoulder and flew backward, heavily crashing into another rock.

  Colonel Swartz and others, who were subjected to relentless sniper fire, immediately took cover behind rocks and several sniper rifles fired at the spot where Swartz was lying.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The rocks splashed, and Swett was forced to lower his head.

  "Ugh..." A pained voice came from the front of the mountain head, he got up and continued to support the bulletproof steel plate with his back.

  Fresh blood stained his entire chest red, and blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth. There were no external injuries, all the wounds on his hands were internal.

  Looking at these people's miserable appearance, Zhao Ziyang was almost driven mad. Were they going to die here? No, they couldn't die, at least a few had to survive!

  A beast-like frenzy filled Zhao Ziyang's eyes, making him look like he was burning with an inner fire.

  Climbing to the south side of the mountain, Zhao Ziyang grabbed Ao Mo's waistband with one hand and stared at Ao Mo with his crazy and wild eyes, gritting his teeth and saying: "Listen, fire all the bullets in one breath, then prepare to retreat from the back of the mountain with them. Don't let him say no, this is an order, it's my order, Zhao Ziyang!"

  "Yes!" Ao Mo shouted back at Zhao Ziyang's crazed eyes and then pulled the trigger.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." interspersed with all the anger of Zhao Ziyang and his men, the heavy machine gun roared to life, sweeping towards the Norwegian troops 800 meters away to the south.

  The bullet emitted a sharp whistle as it pierced one fragile body after another, tearing them apart with its own claws and teeth.

  A burst of blood flowers exploded in the air, and the Norwegian soldiers were shrouded in this anger, stopping their advancing footsteps.

  "Clang......" The last shell casing fell, and there was no more ammunition.

  At this time, Zhao Ziyang took off his overcoat, tied all the hand grenades and explosives to his body, put on his clothes, pulled out a white cloth and waved it in the wind with a rifle.

  "I surrender!!!" Zhao Ziyang loudly shouted out the words of surrender, holding up a white flag and slowly standing up, looking south for a moment before walking towards the defenders in the north.

  "I surrender!" The voice rang out again, and Zhao Ziyang walked down the mountain with a resolute expression, his hands raised high.

  "Damn it, Special Forces, are you crazy?!" Swort scolded Zhao Ziyang fiercely, wanting to go pull him, but his own heavily injured body couldn't move at all.

  "My old man isn't crazy!" Zhao Ziyang said to Swarte without turning his head: "I joined the lurkers just for revenge, and below is the leader of the lurkers. Do you think I can let go of such a good opportunity? Screw your grandma, Swarte, every time I see you it makes me sick. Remember to get me a bottle of good wine during Chinese traditional holidays."

  "Fuck you! Fuck you!" Swarte let out a curse, watching the Chinese man he had always excluded walk away.

  "Aumo, you damn fool, why didn't you stop him?" Swarte's anger turned to Aumo, his eyes blazing with fury.

  Aomo bound the blade to himself, supported the scythe hand, and said calmly: "Swote, this is a special soldier, no, this is an order given by the head to me, he wants us to live."

  Omo, who appears to be stupid and rough, actually understands Zhao Ziyang's thoughts better than anyone else. This Chinese special forces soldier is fighting for revenge, even if it means going down with his enemy, he still lives in the midst of his former comrades.

  Zhao Ziyang walked towards the defenders with a relaxed smile on his face, he was not afraid of being shot by the opponent, the opponent must know who he is and that he is useful to the defenders.

  His eyes stared fixedly at Colonel, this face had been seen in the mirage of Robo Lake, an old acquaintance who would never forget.

  The guard didn't fire, Colonel stared at Zhao Ziyang who was walking down, his eyes shot out a sharp light that scanned Zhao's entire body again and again, finally stopping on Zhao's cheek to verify.

  。

  "No need to look anymore, the items you wanted to obtain last time at Luobo Port are with me. I choose to surrender." Zhao Ziyang said calmly with a hint of mockery, his tone calm and steady.

  "That's best." The colonel smiled.

  Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...

  When Zhao Ziyang approached the Commander-in-Chief, his face was filled with an extremely radiant and satisfied smile, which instantly brought a strong sense of terror to the eyes of the Commander-in-Chief.

  With a loud "hiss", Zhao Ziyang tore open his shirt with one hand, revealing a body covered in grenades and explosives.

  "Run, Ao Mo!" The roar came from Zhao Zi Yang's mouth, his smiling face disappeared and became ferocious and crazy!

  Aomo's figure emerged from the mountain, with a unconscious Knife on his back, and Scythe Hand and Sworde in each hand, dashing down at lightning speed.

  When he rushed to Zhao Ziyang's side at a distance of fifty meters, he stopped his footsteps and gazed deeply into Zhao Ziyang's eyes.

  "Scram!" Zhao Ziyang bellowed the word, watching as Ao Mo led three people rushing down the mountain, dashing wildly towards the northwest.

  Until the Norwegian troops occupied the mountain, Ao Mo's figure disappeared, and Zhao Ziyang let out a heavy sigh, turned to face several bodyguard mercenaries led by Colonel, with a smile that no one could understand at the corner of his mouth.

  "You don't have to do this." The colonel, under threat, could feel the madness deep in Zhao Ziyang's bones. He had to use his words to move the Chinese man in front of him, to make him give up on the idea of going down together.

  The tactical positions of the seven people are not far apart, if the opponent detonates the explosives on their body, it will absolutely cause an explosion radius of ten meters upwards, none of them can escape, and all will become buried with the dead.

  "You are also a mercenary now, you should know that mercenaries are people who sell their lives for money. We are not enemies, we have all experienced what you have gone through." Colonel carefully dismantled Zhao Ziyang's thoughts, trying to pull Zhao Ziyang's thinking into the perspective of a mercenary.

  If you stand from the perspective of mercenaries, it would feel very correct. There was no hatred between them as mercenaries, and most of the hatred was triggered by the employer. Zhao Ziyang experienced things that they all went through, but now they have all forgotten, some grievances can't be held onto, when facing a country, it's simply helpless

  。

  But he didn't know that Zhao Ziyang still lived in the past, among old comrades.

  "So we can still be friends?" Zhao Ziyang said with disdain.

  "It's impossible." The colonel shook his head, exhaling softly and saying: "Your real enemy is not us Guardians, but the American government, the British government - they are your true enemies. In fact, whether as a sleeper agent like you or as a Guardian like me, we're just pitiful creatures living under their rule. We fight desperately for survival, we wage war for survival, only because we're mercenaries, the most ruthless pawns on the battlefield."

  "Then let us die together." Zhao Ziyang's eyes shot out a resolute determination without any hesitation.

  He muttered to himself: Captain, Old Xu, Mengzi, I have avenged you, wait for me, wait for me to reincarnate together, and play with our lives again in the next life!

  "Rrrzzzz..." A loud humming noise came from the sky, a small armed helicopter flew straight towards Zhao Ziyang's position, its machine gun scanning the Norwegian soldiers on the mountain.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat..." The Norwegian soldiers, who were subjected to aerial bombardment, immediately abandoned the hill they occupied and dodged the unstoppable air mobile power.

  The safety pin of a hand grenade was pulled out by Zhao Ziyang, who narrowed his eyes and threw the remaining explosives on his body into the air like a goddess scattering flowers.

  The upper school students' eyes showed thick fear, and they jumped out of the way to avoid the hand grenade that was about to explode.

  "Whoa!!!" Zhao Ziyang let out a loud shout, suddenly lifting off the ground, grabbing onto the helicopter's landing gear and being taken into the air.

  With a "pop", the safety pin popped out, and the grenade slipped from Zhao Ziyang's hand and fell to the ground where he had been standing, rolling to the edge of an explosive.

  "Boom!" A loud explosion sounded, and the hand grenade exploded violently.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!" The explosion of the hand grenade spread to the explosives, and the explosion of the explosives also spread to other scattered explosives and hand grenades, filling this area with flames in an instant.

  Zhao Ziyang, who was being taken northwest by the helicopter, clearly saw Colonel and others covered in wounds, and couldn't help but burst out a ruthless smile: Colonel, wait for me, don't die too quickly...