The violent explosion only lasted for more than a minute. In this minute, the entire base was completely razed to the ground. Fragmented explosions came one after another in the firelight, and people were worried about this from time to time.

The scorched earth covered with barren land adds a touch of gunfire and smoke.

Zhao Ziyang was shocked and bleeding from all his orifices. His mouth was full of yellow sand. He swallowed the yellow sand uncontrollably, blocking his throat and trachea.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Zhao Ziyang coughed violently due to his body's instinctive reaction. It was this body's instinctive reaction that made him feel his presence.

"Bang... bang..." Zhao Ziyang chewed the yellow sand in his mouth hard, using this strong stimulation to wake himself up and gain control of his brain over his body.

The desert storm is still blowing crazily, and the glasses and nose guard have long since disappeared. Every time I breathe, I inhale the yellow sand, and the glasses are fascinated by the yellow sand. There is no whistling sound of the sandstorm in my ears, but only the vibration.

A dizzying buzz.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spurted out from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. As the mouthful of blood spurted out, his chest felt much better, although his internal organs were still in great pain.

Zhao Ziyang slowly turned around, clenched his trembling fist and hit his chest with all his strength.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and his chest felt much more comfortable again. The strength of his hands and feet seemed to have recovered a lot, and he was able to support him to get up.

Zhao Ziyang reluctantly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the base that was leveled in the sandstorm, and staggered towards the body lying in front of him.

"Blade! Blade!" Zhao Ziyang moved the body over and shouted loudly.

He couldn't hear his own shouting, he could only feel himself calling Blade's name through his mouth and the nervous system in his head.

The flow of time in the space seemed to have become extremely slow, at least that's what Zhao Ziyang felt at this time. He reached out and patted the blade's blood-covered cheek, and continued to yell.

As if hearing Zhao Ziyang's voice, Dao Feng shook his head, struggled to open his eyes, looked at Zhao Ziyang with his bulging eyes, opened his eyes and spoke to him.

"What? What did you say?" Zhao Ziyang asked loudly.

He couldn't hear Blade's voice, and Blade couldn't hear him.

"Look at the others, we must retreat immediately!" Zhao Ziyang made a gesture, squinted his eyes and moved to the side against the sandstorm.

Daofeng understood what Zhao Ziyang meant, endured the severe pain in his abdomen, and crawled in the opposite direction, looking for his companions who were pushed out in the explosion.

Due to the intensive effect of the explosion shock wave, their positions were not too scattered, and it was easy to find Swart, Rifle, and Tiger Shark.

"Wu Nan, how are you?" Zhao Ziyang shouted loudly to Wu Nan, who was sitting on the sand with his back to him.

Zhao Ziyang, who shouted, knew that everyone was deaf, so he stepped forward and patted Wu Nan on the shoulder.

Wu Nan, whose face was covered in blood, turned his head and shouted at Zhao Ziyang loudly.

"What did you say? Louder!" Zhao Ziyang asked Wu Nan in the loudest voice.

Wu Nan said something loudly again. Zhao Ziyang didn't hear it, but when he saw him struggling to drag a man covered in blood, he immediately jumped on him.

Sickle Hand, Sickle Hand's body was covered in blood mixed with yellow sand, and the back of his head was still spurting out steaming blood. Wu Nan's outstretched right hand was blocking the wound on the back of his head, but it was blocked no matter how hard it was blocked.

Can't live.

Seeing the appearance of Sickle Hand, Zhao Ziyang immediately pressed the main artery of Sickle Hand's neck. The moment he pressed it, the muscles on his face twitched. Then he quickly opened Sickle Hand's eyelids and saw that his pupils had dilated.

, showing the appearance of a dead person.

In addition, Zhao Ziyang also noticed that blood clots were gushing from the wound on the back of the sickle's head. Obviously, this was not a blood clot, but brain plasma.

"Fuck you!" A roar burst out from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and his eyes instantly gushed out two lines of blood.

The sickleman died. If he guessed correctly, he should have been hit in the back of the head by a brick. The brick under the shock wave was comparable to a bullet. As long as it hit a vital part, he would definitely die.

Zhao Ziyang half-knelt in front of the sickle-hand's body, his lips buzzing as he didn't know what to say. Then he tore open the sickle-hand's collar, tore off the opponent's soldier card, and pulled Wu Nan up.

Wu Nan pointed at the corpse of the sickle-hand and shouted at Zhao Ziyang. Zhao Ziyang couldn't hear what he was shouting, but he could roughly guess it.

"The Sickle Hand is dead. Let me tell you, the Sickle Hand is dead. What we have to do now is to ensure that we can survive!" Zhao Ziyang shouted to Wu Nan with a ferocious expression, and pulled him up and staggered forward.

Except for the dead scythe hand, everyone was seriously injured and reluctantly supported each other and got into the sandstorm.

No one expected that the situation would be like this. The defenders did not want to engage in any form of battle with them at all, they just wanted to kill them all, using the simplest method.

The bombing of the base was originally a task for lurkers. The defenders did not think of stopping it. They violated their professional ethics. But no one would know. Everyone can only see the facts and not the process.

This fact is nothing more than a mission failure to the defenders.

Swart fell to the ground with a crash, spraying blood from his mouth and nose. His ribs were broken, and the broken ribs pierced the lungs.

Tiger Shark, who was supporting Swart, struggled to lift Swart up and shouted loudly at Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang, who saw Swart's condition, asked Tiger Shark to stabilize Swart, dismantle the two rifles, fix the two barrels to Swart's lungs, then take off his combat uniform and wrap his chest tightly

, and Tiger Shark helped him move forward.

The sandstorm continued to cover the sky and the sun, and Zhao Ziyang and his party could only rely on intuition to move into the distance. All the equipment was lost in the escape, not even a compass. If they wanted to re-determine their position and orientation, they could only

This can be done after the sandstorm has stopped.

With one foot deep and one foot shallow, the seriously injured group of people gradually departed from the original direction of the Jordan River and headed deeper into Palestine.

This sandstorm lasted for a whole night, and it stopped completely at nearly five o'clock in the morning. And its stop was also very strange. It stopped at any time without any warning. In the blink of an eye, it turned from a sandstorm to a faint

There is a bright moonlight with no wind.

Zhao Ziyang stopped and looked around, looking for his location.

"Boss, we seem to have deviated too much, and we seem to be heading east." Wu Nan stared at the moon in the west and said, "We are heading towards Palestine."

Zhao Ziyang nodded, wiped the sand from his face, turned his head and glanced at Swart, who was about to lose his strength, and gritted his teeth and said: "Continue to the west!"

"Boss?" Tiger Shark's eyes showed confusion.

"We can't change the route, we can only go west, otherwise Swart will never be able to get through." Zhao Ziyang licked his dry lips and said: "Continuing to go east can save Swart's life, but going west can only save Swart's life."

Swart died from excessive blood loss."

The mercenaries nodded and continued to stagger eastwards.

At this moment, a motorcade appeared in the distance, with bright car lights shining directly at them.

Seeing the convoy driving towards them, Zhao Ziyang threw away the rifle in his hand and raised his hands high. The Blades behind him also threw away their guns and raised their hands.

This is a marching military vehicle with heavily armed Palestinian soldiers on top.

"Kneel down! Everyone kneel down!" the Palestinian soldiers who jumped out of the car shouted loudly with their guns in hand.

"OK, OK, don't be anxious, don't make a mess." Zhao Ziyang, who raised his hands, knelt on the ground and said to an officer: "We will cooperate with you, but our people are seriously injured, and I ask for treatment."

With a "pop" sound, Zhao Ziyang's body fell heavily to the ground, his head was bleeding from the gun butt, and his mind fell into a brief blank state.

"Take it away, take it away!" In a daze, Zhao Ziyang and his group were roughly packed into the car by the soldiers and drove towards the depths of Palestine on the east bank of the Jordan River.

This is a Palestinian checkpoint on the east bank of the Jordan River. Two companies of Palestinian soldiers are stationed there. These two companies are affiliated with the Palestinian military and guard the place to inspect Palestinian and Israeli refugees.

When Zhao Ziyang woke up, he found that his hands and feet were cuffed tightly, and Dao Feng and others next to him were also handcuffed to the pipes in the house. Swart lowered his head, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

They were all tortured and fell into coma.

The sunshine outside the window seemed particularly bright, shining warmly on him. But Zhao Ziyang had no time to enjoy the bright sunshine. He saw two Palestinian soldiers with guns walking in after opening the door.

After two soldiers with guns walked in and stood still, a Palestinian officer strode in with a gloomy look on his face.

"I ask for help, I ask for help for my comrades." Zhao Ziyang said to the officer, although he did not think his words would have any effect.

The officer shook his head, took out a baton and raised Zhao Ziyang's chin to take a look, with a look of contempt in his eyes.

"Are you Israeli soldiers? If you are Israeli soldiers, we can rescue you according to the prisoner of war treaty. Tell me, are you Israeli soldiers?"

The officer's words are very tempting. If you admit it, you will be treated like a prisoner of war. This is an international practice and it works wherever you go.

"No, we are not Israeli soldiers, we are mercenaries." Zhao Ziyang stared at the officers and said loudly: "We blasted and destroyed your ammunition base in the desert. That is our mission."

The officer clapped his hands gently, with a smile on his face, but this smile was filled with deep hatred.

With a "pop" sound, the slender baton hit Zhao Ziyang's face hard. A blood mark appeared from the corner of his eye to the bridge of his nose, and blood slowly oozed out.

"You bunch of bastards, you damn mercenaries who are sons of bitches, you actually destroyed our ammunition base. Do you know how important that is to us? Do you know?" The officer roared, stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Ziyang's collar, and gritted his teeth.

Said: "Listen, you have to atone for this and you must pay the price for this."

"Okay." Zhao Ziyang stared at the officer, nodded and said, "My comrade's lung was punctured. If you can rescue him, I will make a corresponding contribution."

"Bah", a mouthful of thick phlegm was spat on Zhao Ziyang's face, flowing down his cheeks.

Zhao Ziyang shook his cheeks and smiled.

"Listen." Zhao Ziyang said to the officer: "We are very powerful. Although we fell into your hands, our ability to level your ammunition base is enough to illustrate our strength. We can cooperate, and you will get a very powerful one."

Partners, or you can choose not to cooperate. It doesn't matter, you can kill us all, but the loss is yours."

"You bastard, do you know what I'm thinking about now?" The officer pinched Zhao Ziyang's neck and said with anger in his eyes: "Don't tell me how powerful you are, I only know that this is my territory, and I will do it the next second

Zhong can use a hook to hook your intestines out of your anus, then wrap it around your neck and hang you!"

His neck was pinched tightly by the opponent's big hands. Zhao Ziyang clearly felt the friction of his throat bones, and he was almost strangled to death. However, there was still a smile on his face, a cruel smile.

Obviously, the other party was not in a hurry to kill them, or it was not up to this low-level officer to decide whether to kill his group or not.

Sure enough, when Zhao Ziyang's throat bone was about to be crushed, the officer released his big hand and strode out with the soldier.
To be continued...