There were dead bodies everywhere, traces of artillery attacks everywhere, mercenaries running around, and the whole battlefield was in chaos.

Yes, it's chaotic here, because there's no unified organization, whether it's Blackwater or Satan, or any other mercenary organization, all of them are assigned tasks and fight on their own.

In fact, this kind of war should be commanded as a whole, but the coalition forces do not have the time to command them as a whole, and these mercenary groups may not be able to accept the overall command.

Money, definitely give, how you fight is your business, just give me the task to complete.

In the eyes of the coalition forces, cannon fodder is used in this way, and if it dies, the balance can be saved.

"Prepare to charge!" The leader of the Satan regiment yelled at those war slave cannon fodder: "This time we must take down the bridgehead, no matter what the cost!" ”

Dozens of cannon fodder had no choice at all, because these mercenaries were all pointing guns at them, forcing them to rush forward.

"I can't rush through at all, I'm going to die." One cannon fodder couldn't help but shout.

"Isn't there another living one there? He is only more than thirty meters away from the opposite side of the bridge, and if he can rush through, you can rush through. Rendezvous with him, and he will lead you into the Resistance's positions, and then complete the mission, and all will pass, and you will be free men. ”

It is no longer a temptation to become a free man, all cannon fodder knows that if you rush over, you will die, but if you don't rush, you will die earlier.

On the bridge deck about 70 meters away from here, there is another one alive, lying in a pile of corpses and blood, and there are indeed only about 30 meters left from the resistance.

It was Hu Hailang who was alive, but now he didn't dare to move at all, as long as he raised his head, he would be fatally hit.

"Prepare for a new charge in ten minutes." The leader of the satanic mercenary group gives the order.

After giving the order, he sat on the ground, took out the kettle, poured a large mouthful of water, reached out and wiped his mouth, and his eyes showed a thick worry.

Before taking on this task, he knew that he had to fight a tough battle, so he started to prepare in advance and got a lot of cannon fodder, but now there are only twenty or thirty cannon fodder left, and he is about to die.

When the cannon fodder is dead, they have to charge themselves.

"Phew, a bunch of fools who have all their kingdoms died, why are you playing with your life like this?" The leader of the satanic mercenary group let out an angry curse.

The resistance was so fierce that I don't know how many air raids were carried out, but the resistance still held its ground.

They died more, the Resistance died more, and God knows how they survived round after round of air raids.

In the distance, Ge Zhen picked up the Mosin Nagant sniper rifle and used his intact right eye to observe the station of the Satanic mercenaries through the scope.

He swept over one face after another, looking for traces of Hu Hailang, but he couldn't find it after looking twice.

Niya lied to him? Probably not, there is no need for Niya to lie to him.

Ge Zhen's eyes began to move towards the bridge, because the bridge was full of corpses, and he was looking for Hu Hailang's body.

If there is, he will bring the body back.

Shockingly, the bridge deck was covered with corpses of various shapes, red and black and purple, making people's scalps tense.

Searching along the bridge deck, from beginning to end, when his eyes came to the bridge deck seventy meters away, his pupils contracted violently, staring at the bloody man lying in the blood of the corpse still alive.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the shape and figure of his face, as well as the avoidance posture lying there, made Ge Zhen sure that it was Hu Hailang.

I won't be mistaken.

"Found it!" Ge Zhen exhaled fiercely.

But as he exhaled a breath, he inhaled again, and his heart rose to his throat, because the environment in which Hu Hailang was in was simply mortal.

Although the rebels are not firing any shots now, as soon as he gets up, he will be machine-gunfired.

You can't advance, you can't retreat, and even if you won't be killed by a machine gun, a random shell that falls next to him is a death.

From Ge Zhen's point of view, Hu Hailang is dead, and he is stuck there.

How to save it? How to save?

Ge Zhen's one-eyed eyes were red, his brows were furrowed tightly, and he quickly thought of ways to save Hu Hailang in his mind.

Rush to the rescue? This is; Get him to withdraw under sniper cover? Maybe it works, maybe it works......

Just as he was about to try this method, he saw the Satanic mercenaries point their guns at a group of mercenaries squatting AKs, driving them to the bridge like ducks.

After arriving at the bridgehead, they were given magazines.

"Charge! Charge!! Charge!!! ”

A group of mercenaries rushed forward with guns in hand.

"Dadada...... Dada......"

Bursting gunshots rang out, and bullets fired by both sides suddenly flew on the bridge deck, and from time to time a mercenary was shot and fell, and the replacement behind rushed up.

This is cannon fodder.

Ge Zhen could see clearly, these mercenaries were forced to charge, there were no bullets in their guns, and they were only given magazines after they walked on the bridge, and when they got on the bridge, they would become a flock of ducks, and they couldn't turn back and resist at all.

As long as they dare to turn the muzzle, the mercenaries behind will pull the trigger faster than them and kill them.

Cannon fodder!

Hu Hailang was auctioned, and he was also cannon fodder, which meant that it was impossible to turn back, and even if he used sniper cover here, he would not be able to return safely.

The definition of cannon fodder is that you can only rush forward, and if you turn back, you have to be killed.

It doesn't work, it still doesn't work.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Puff puff ......"

In an instant, dozens of cannon fodder lay down a small half, and facing the heavy machine guns of the resistance army on the 100-meter-long bridge was simply fatal.

But in this kind of battle, you have to fill it with your life, and it is a war of attrition of human lives.

air strikes, which consume the lives of the Resistance; The capture of the bridgehead consumes the lives of mercenaries.

When it is exhausted, it will naturally divide the winner and loser, and the final victory must be the regular troops of the coalition army.

"It's impossible to rush up, even if you don't get killed on the bridge, you have to be killed after rushing to the opponent's position." Ge Zhen made an anxious voice: "It's unrealistic to rush up, then the only way to do it is to let him come back, but if he comes back, the Satan mercenaries can't let him go......"

It's really impossible to advance or retreat.

What to do? How to save?

This is the only problem in front of Ge Zhen, he found Hu Hailang, and the other party is still alive, so he must save the other party alive.

Putting aside the relationship between the two, how can they also be kissing cousins.

It must be saved, and it must be saved alive.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

"Dadada...... Dadada......"

Guns rumble, flesh and blood fly in front of you, and the adrenaline glands of people are raging, and almost no one can calm down in this environment.

But at this time, Ge Zhen was very calm, he was thinking about how to rescue Hu Hailang, and how to use a foolproof way.

The Satan mercenary group had more than a hundred people, two mortar positions, and almost the rest were squatting in the bridgehead.

On the opposite side was the Resistance, fierce in battle and holding its ground.

"Smack!"

Ge Zhen lit a cigarette, lay there on his back and bit it with his mouth: "You have to gamble, if you win, you can save Lao Hu, and if you lose, you have to pay for Lao Tzu...... Done! ”

He likes to gamble, and the first time he entered the war zone in South Sudan, he was gambling.

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(End of chapter)