He was captured!

He wanted to commit suicide, but the revolver was gone.

And even if he had a revolver, he couldn't hold it. He didn't have any strength in his body, let alone holding the pistol, it was difficult to move his fingers.

When he thought of what happened to those Russian prisoners, Simon Haye wanted to die immediately.

He once saw with his own eyes a Chechen using a spoon to cut off the head of a Russian prisoner.

The handle of the spoon was very blunt, so he cut very slowly. He cut for forty minutes, and the poor Russian soldier screamed loudly until he cut off the man's blood vessels.

Simon Haye has seen death before, but this is the first time he has seen such brutality.

He didn't understand why these bearded Chechens were so cruel.

They shot the captured soldiers in the private parts, then took off their pants to see if they were accurate.

The guy who hits accurately will be admired by everyone, while the guy who misses will complain that the person he hit is too small.

He cut off the little brother with a dagger and stuffed it into the prisoner's howling mouth without thinking.

As for stripping off the prisoners' clothes and hanging them on a tree, letting them freeze to death, that is perfectly normal.

In the ten days or so after the Russian army was just defeated, the heads and mutilated limbs of Russian soldiers were hanging everywhere on the trees on both sides of the road.

Some Russian soldiers were crucified alive to show their contempt for the Orthodox Church.

Relatively speaking, the Mongolians are very similar to these people.

They all have big beards and are interested in human heads.

None of the corpses seen in the woods had heads.

It's just that the Mongols seem to be more merciful than the Chechens, at least they don't use spoons when beheading people.

Simon Haye closed his eyes in pain, he only hoped that he could die happily.

He has suffered a lot of pain in the past two days, and he doesn't want to experience such pain again.

If he had known that he would experience such pain when he came to Chechnya, he would never have left his home in Finland and come to this remote place to fight.

Regardless of whether Simon Haye wanted to or not, the Ming people carried him to the edge of the road.

The moment they saw the tractor, everyone was happy.

After all, carrying such a burden on a mountain road is very tiring.

Simon Haye was carried onto the tractor. Simon Haye, who could not speak or move his body, could only helplessly wait for the arrangement of the goddess of fate.

I just hope that my death will not be too painful.

Li Lin didn't catch any prey, so Li Lin seemed a little unmotivated!

He really wanted to bring his father back some things from the battlefield. Since he couldn't go to the front line, the prey in the Caucasus Mountains was the best choice.

But now, not even a rabbit has been caught, which is really disappointing.

Li Lin was just disappointed, and Sun Zhijie almost went crazy.

It was only when he didn't see this ancestor during lunch that he learned that Li Lin had secretly gone out to hunt.

When he learned that Li Lin only had one squad and five Mongolians, he almost shot the chief of staff who allowed Li Lin to leave!

Oh my God!

As long as this little ancestor is even slightly injured, the big guy will be completely ruined.

No matter how great your achievements are, you can never offset your sins.

What's more, Sun Zhijie knew very well what was going on in the woods.

God knows how many landmines the Chechens have buried there. If you step on one, you will lose a foot at the very least.

Sun Zhijie couldn't imagine whether Li Xiao would go crazy if he was carried back to the capital on crutches or a stretcher.

A single seedling in a thousand hectares of land refers to this ancestor.

In Uralsk, anyone with long legs who could walk was sent out to look for Li Lin.

Sun Zhijie swore that as soon as Li Lin came back, he would immediately send the young ancestor back for disrespecting military orders.

This time bomb will blow him to pieces with no telling time.

Sun Zhijie had no intention of eating lunch at all, so she stood on the tower at the highest point of Uralsk and looked into the mountains with a telescope.

Even though I know it, it’s still in vain if I look at it.

But he still watched it for an hour, and then squatted next to the telephone at the headquarters, ready to receive good or bad news.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was already setting.

The phone finally rang and this little ancestor was found.

"Protect them, immediately, bring them to the headquarters. Send a company, no, a battalion to protect them." On the other side of the phone, Sun Zhijie roared at the top of his lungs.

The sound was so loud that it startled the chief of staff who was leading the team there.

He didn't understand why Mao, the commander of the First Army of the Expeditionary Force, valued so much a little lieutenant officer.

But considering Sun Zhijie's background, it's definitely not a simple person for him to value so much.
Chapter completed!