No matter how good Pan Pu was at fighting, he was just a bodyguard and had never seen a real war scene. The first time he saw the explosion and gunfight with his own eyes, he was a little confused. He realized something was wrong when he got in the car. The car couldn't drive in. Baru wanted him to escape first.
The man wiped his face fiercely. He had promised Miss Nan that he would never risk his life at the critical moment. What a man said must be followed through. How could he be a coward at such a time?
Pamp took out his gun from his waist, loaded it, gritted his teeth, took out his phone, opened it, and sent a voice message.
"Wife. I love you, I will always love you. If I haven't loved you enough in this life, I will continue to love you in the next life." After saying that, he turned off his cell phone, put it in his trouser pocket, pushed open the car door, and rushed towards the place where the gunfire was most frequent.
When he went back to the top of the wall, Pamp would never forget the scene he saw. Even many years later, whenever he thought of it, his blood would still boil.
Balu and Boha were surrounded. Boha was seriously injured, his legs almost dragging on the ground, blood and flesh all over the place. Balu carried Boha back to back, and their waists were tied tightly with a rope, sharing life and death together.
Balu charged forward with the muzzle of his gun, while Boha defended with the muzzle of his gun facing backward. Although he was seriously injured, half of his face was swollen, one of his eyes was completely deformed by the swollen flesh, and his face was so black that his true appearance could not be seen clearly, but there was no fear on his face, and he even had a heroic contempt.
Balu's face and body were all covered in blood. No one knew whether it was his own or Boha's, but his resolute face was full of murderous intent, fierce and heroic. This was a kind of strength that only men could understand. Few people could remain brave when facing death. This was a true soldier.
The mercenary team surrounded them. The two men who had run out of bullets were still as ferocious as fighting beasts. Balu clenched his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, he held the gun in his left hand, and his right hand was around his waist, his fingers had already touched the handle of the triangular spear.
He was planning to engage in close combat.
It was simply shocking. One against nine, there was almost no chance of winning.
But inexplicably, for this man, it didn't seem like a big deal. He was fearless, and his aura even overwhelmed the murderous atmosphere brought about by the gunfight. Everyone held their breath.
The mercenary walking in front put down his weapon, unfastened his magazine vest, and stretched his muscles, preparing to fight.
Balu twitched the corner of his mouth, his face full of disdain, untied the belt around his waist, handed the gun in his hand to Boha, raised his hand and turned his neck, his muscles and bones creaking, like a steel warrior.
The man on the opposite side attacked with a punch. Balu turned around to avoid the attack and kicked the man in the back at a speed as fast as thunder in the sky. He was full of murderous aura. The three-edged spear in his hand seemed to grow in his hand. At a strange and tricky angle, it pierced the man's throat when the opponent attacked again, causing blood to flow out.
The comrades who fell down suddenly made the remaining people dare not underestimate the enemy and advance rashly, but their military dignity forced them to fight in close combat and not shoot at the enemy who had run out of bullets.
A mercenary who was even more sturdy than the previous one walked out of the crowd, carefully handed the submachine gun in his hand to his comrade, and took off his vest.
There was no need for much exchange between the males, not a single unnecessary word. They locked eyes for a second, their fists clashing against each other, brute force against brute force, the sound of bones colliding being extremely obvious at this moment.
When they met on a narrow road, no one knew what the outcome would be in the next second. The man, with bloodshot eyes, used ruthless moves, but his injured body had its limits after all. When the opponent saw the wound on his left leg that was bleeding, the black eyes under the skull mask narrowed, and he changed his strategy and attacked specifically towards his lower body.
Baru's wound was kicked twice, and the bullet that was stuck in his flesh was like a knife, deeply biting his bones, but the weapon in his hand became more and more cold. He saw the opportunity and lured the enemy with his body. When the enemy attacked his thigh for the third time, he suddenly stabbed the man's side with a knife. The extremely sharp king of cold weapons, at this time, with the blessing of the man's brute force, completely penetrated the opponent's military uniform and went straight into his internal organs, killing him with one blow.
There were men all around who lived on the edge of a knife and no one was timid. But even so, facing this rare and powerful opponent, they were still very cautious and no one was willing to take risks.
Mercenaries exchange their lives for money, but that doesn't mean they don't value their lives.
The man at the back, who was obviously a higher official, quietly turned on his co-channel headphones, but no one knew what he was saying.
Bang--
There was a sudden gunshot from behind, and the man speaking into the headset was shot in the head.
Bang--
Another shot.
This time the shot missed and hit one of them in the shoulder.
The mercenaries reacted quickly and turned their guns around, firing at the low wall behind them. The bullets were like a meteor shower, almost turning the wall into a sieve.
Balu took the opportunity to carry Boha on his back and hide in the shelter behind. "Brother, is that Pamp?" Boha asked breathlessly.
"Who knows? He's never fought in a war. I let him go. I wonder if this idiot will come back again."
Baru gritted his teeth and tore off a strip of cloth from under his shirt, then lowered his head to catch his breath as he bandaged the wound on his leg.
"Brother, how many bullets hit you? Damn, that bastard hit your wound, so fucking despicable." Boha gritted his teeth and cursed.
"I'm fine. You stay here. I'll go over and take a look. Pamp has never fought in a war. He's no match for these professional mercenaries. Don't risk your life here."
After treating the wound, the man gritted his teeth, turned sideways to wait for the right moment, and was about to rush out when he saw Pamp carrying two MP5s on his back. He rushed towards him like a fool without any plan.
"Get down, damn it, crawl over here, you idiot." Baru was so anxious that he even spoke in Burmese.
The mercenaries, divided into two groups, focused their guns and fired directly at the two men. The distance was only less than ten meters, and they could not get close no matter what. With his agility and extremely fast speed, Pamp narrowed the distance to this extent, which was already the limit. He hid behind a big tree, and the soil at his feet was turned over by bullets.
"Throw the gun over here, Heizi." Baru shouted towards that side, then took off his coat, wrapped a stone on the ground, and threw it outside to attract fire. Pamp was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and quickly threw two guns over during this gap.
"Damn, this Heizi is really a lucky guy left by my wife." Baru grinned, untied the straps of the gun, tried the feel of the MP5, then put on the magazine vest thrown to him, shouted excitedly, and fired at the other party.
Pamp's forehead twitched as he watched. He thought, this guy must be a lunatic. Why did he seem so excited at this hour?
"Brother, give me the gun—" Boha shouted behind him, "Give me the bullets too."
Baru ignored him. With the gun and bullets, the man, who was more powerful than a tiger, used the superior performance of the MP5 to form a powerful firepower and mental deterrence on the opponent.
"Heizi, take Boha away, I'll cover your rear."
It is rare for a commander to leave the rear on the battlefield, but Panpu did not object. He knew that as long as Boha was there, Balu would risk his life for him. This is why he had so many brothers who followed him through thick and thin, because he was worthy.
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