The strongest mercenary

The souls of mercenaries have long been handed over to demons, but most of them only hide humanity, not exterminate humanity.

——The Wolf of the Hill

On the 27th, the junction of the jungle and grassland in the northwest of Somalia.

The dense jungle is like a green barrier that cuts off the spreading grassland. In the midsummer, the eyes are full of dark green vegetation. The trees are towering with green grass. The blue sky and the green earth are reflected in harmony. Natural, pure, quiet and distant...

However, everything that is happening on the edge of the jungle has broken the originally beautiful scenery, replaced by smoke, war, blood and death...

The two teams of men and horses are fighting fiercely. The number of people guarding the jungle is small, only about a dozen people. These people have different weapons and different skin colors. The only thing they have in common is the rare calmness, toughness and fearlessness of ordinary soldiers. They are guarding the edge of the jungle and fighting fiercely with the enemy.

On the attacking side, there are enough manpower, dozens of people. These people are uniformly dressed, uniform AK weapons, light and heavy machine guns are complete. They are advancing through the waist-high grass oak forest. Two trucks in the distance have been broken. They are parked in the grass with black smoke. There are still people debugging a door on the damaged truck. Mortar...

"If you stick to it, we need to buy enough time for the evacuation of VIPs." The speaker was a machete. The person in charge of this operation, with a notch in his left ear, was a black-and-white mixed race with SOPMOD-M4. At this time, he shouted loudly at the single soldier radio station. He must be loud, because his voice was really insignificant under the sound of gunshots.

Machete, Alec Norman, 39 years old, nationality unknown. Because he likes to use the Kuhl machete and Buwei life-saving machete, he got the nickname Machete. He is one of the mysterious people of the "Black Blood" mercenaries. No one knows his origin except the captain.

Black Blood had to explain a few more words. The rise of this mercenary was full of bumps and twists. They were few in number, but they were brave and good at fighting. They had rich combat experience and well-equipped weapons. The first emergence was when there was a rebellion in a small country in Africa, with a crowd of 15 people and more than 500 regulars. The army maneuvered for three days and three nights, escorting the president of the country to his supporters at the cost of one casualty and one serious injury, creating a classic example of a modern war.

Everyone in the black blood has a small beginning, including a large number of retired soldiers of the Russian Guards Airborne Division who have been tested by the Chechen war, Israeli wild boys, Delta, SAS, German border troops, Chinese retired scouts, etc., which are typically composed of different skin colors and different groups. Mixed cards, bastards, mixed combat teams, so in addition to the name "black blood", they also have a very interesting nickname - the United Nations Special Forces.

The leader of "Black Blood", Ben Allen, nicknamed "Orc", was a major of the U.S. Army. He was expelled from the U.S. Army for making a serious mistake in the Iraq War. In order to make a living, he could do nothing but fight. He took several old subordinates to join the newly formed Black Blood. At that time, there were only less than ten of them in "Black Blood". Five people, after joining, Ben Allen took advantage of his connections in the U.S. Army and connections outside to take on a lot of work, helping "Black Blood" through the most difficult period. In the following years, "Black Blood" began to grow rapidly, with continuous tasks, and the team continued to expand. In 2001, Ben Allen became Black Blood's The second captain, but he has not appeared since 2008. Now everything in black blood is represented by the deputy captain, the mountain wolf. As for the dos of Ben Allen, no one knows, just like the evaporation of the world, no one alive or dead.

The mountain wolf is a mixed-race Chinese and American. His real name is Jack Lee. Except for the "Li" in his name, he can't reflect half of his Chinese blood at all. The mountain wolf is his abbreviation. His nickname is actually the wolf of the hill, but people who are familiar with him are used to calling him the mountain wolf. He was originally a dejected veteran special forces soldier. In a bar fight and After Ben Allen got to know each other, he joined "Black Blood". Jack Lee, who joined "Black Blood", returned to the sea like a fish. His combative talent was displayed and quickly became Ben Allen's deputy. Since Ben Allen disappeared, he has been in control of Black Blood. Under his leadership, Black Blood marched to the east and west, and his fame is also getting bigger and bigger. They accept They have a reputation for difficult tasks. Of course, the rewards they get for these tasks are also high, so they are called mad dog mercenaries who specialize in hard bones.

This time, the machete led the team to carry out a rescue escort mission, which was quite similar to their battle for fame. The leader of a Somali rebel army was inadvertently besieged by the government army. The task of the machete was to rescue the besieged people from the siege of the government army and escort them back to their territory.

In fact, the government army did not know that there was a "big man" among the enemies they besieged. They thought it was just a small team of anti-government armed forces. They did not pay enough attention to it, and there were not many besieged troops. Therefore, the machete led people to sneak into the encirclement smoothly while the moon was dark and the wind was high and brought people out. When the enemy noticed, they were already a few kilometers away. Outside.

The enemy chased reluctantly, and the machete led the people to fight and retreat until the edge of the jungle.

"Giant, cover me..." The machete lay behind the tree and shouted loudly. The bullets kept hitting the big tree in front of him. The sound was like a woodpecker pecking at a piece of rotten wood. The bullets flew over his head through the tree trunk. Although it could not hurt him, he was also pressed so much that he could not move.

"Okay, listen to my signal." Giant, a strong man with a height of 193 cm and a weight of more than 120 kg, a retired soldier of the Russian Guards Airborne Division, a machine gunner, a northern man with a bold and powerful personality.

He rushed out of the back of the tree with a Pecheneg general-purpose machine gun in one hand and fired at the enemy. At the same time, he reached behind his back to get a spare ammunition box. Then he turned sideways to the tree and knocked down the empty ammunition box and quickly replaced it with a new one. He turned around and jumped out from the other side of the tree and continued to shoot. In one breath, the shooting pause was very short, and the enemy's firepower was quickly attracted, and the pressure on the other side of the machete suddenly decreased.

"It's just now." The giant roared while running to avoid the enemy's bullets while continuing to suppress the enemy's firepower.

The machete took the opportunity to roll on the ground to change its position.

"Boom..." A piece of grass not far away was splashed with dirt, and the shraps were scattered everywhere. There was a sharp pain on the tree demon's leg, and a long mouth was cut open. His painful legs were weak and he knelt on the ground on one leg, and cursed loudly, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck..."

"It's a mortar, on the truck." The gambler rushed up and dragged the tree demon back to the forest. He picked up his trousers with a military sword, and his legs were covered with blood. "How do you feel?"

"Wown, do you think I'll feel better?" Taking advantage of the empty tree demon to deal with the wound, he began to sort out the ammunition.

"Bet one hundred dollars, and the depth of the wound should not exceed three centimeters." The gambler's old problem is committed again.

"Fuck, you." The tree demon scolded.

"Haha... Fear, cover me!" The gambler laughed and picked out the shrapples on the tree demon's leg to bandage his wound. The wound was not deep and did not interfere with his action.

"Boom..." Another mortar shell fell from the sky, less than ten meters away from the big tree where fear was hiding. The shradles were embedded in the trunk and the big tree trembled. Fear twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a sneer. The scary scar on his face was like an earthworm squirming. If there was no scar, it would be matched with those big blue eyes. , he can be regarded as a standard handsome man, but now...

Fear said to others through the single soldier radio while replacing the magazine for the L85A2 assault rifle, "Soviet 82mm mortar."