In the small dark room, the visitor looked at Zhang Jing, and Zhang Jing also looked at him.
After a while, someone came and asked Zhang Jing: "Do you want to join the mercenary army?"
"Yes," Zhang Jing said bluntly, "The main reason is to make money."
"Take your luggage and follow me."
Zhang Jing didn't want to go with him. After all, he was accompanied by bodyguards when he entered the country.
But people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.
Put away your backpack and follow the middle-aged man with big beard and big eyes to leave the small dark room.
After passing through several corridors, just inside the airport, Zhang Jing met another group of strangers in a room with security windows and no tables and chairs.
Seven men and two women, judging from their situation, they are obviously ruthless people who have gathered from all over the world to make quick money.
"Bang!"
There was a sound of a door slamming behind him, and the man who brought him left and locked the door from the outside.
"Which country are you from?" a strong African-American with big, bright eyes looked at Zhang Jing and asked in English.
"Hongdu."
I heard that Zhang Jing was from Hongdu, and everyone looked at him with respect in their eyes.
That's right, respect.
Hongdu itself is small, but in terms of homicide rate, two cities are among the top ten in the world.
Therefore, whether Zhang Jing is a gangster, a security policeman, or a soldier, he should be a bit powerful.
"My name is Mphela from South Africa," the African-American patted his chest and said in English, "We will be comrades in arms from now on."
"My name is Yin Jinghan," then another man introduced himself in English, "from Bangzi,"
"My name is maekoime, I am an adventurous nurse from Papua New Guinea."
"My name is Varejao, from Brazil."
"My name is Branson and I'm from Citiland."
"Ken-Nia, Finland-Land, Wuji Country, Japanese Country..."
After the nine people introduced themselves, Zhang Jing discovered a problem. These people were obviously taking risks for money.
Risking money means being poor.
But all of these have a prerequisite: everyone can speak English, and poor people must learn English, otherwise they will not even be qualified to take risks.
Another point worthy of praise is that, including Zhang Jing, there were ten people in the room, no one pretended to be sexy, and no one wanted to be the boss.
Everyone knows that the people around them are teammates and wants to get along as friendly as possible.
There are very few weirdos like Xiao Yunyun in the world who are obsessed with saving face and pretending to be a slap in the face.
Of course, it is not ruled out that some people pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, hiding their strength or ulterior secrets.
To sum up, everyone is keeping a low profile and no one shows off their glorious past experiences.
Two hours later, someone came to deliver lunch, a cup of Coke and a burger for each person.
It’s not delicious, but I’m full.
I was still locked in the room in the afternoon. Fortunately, there was a bathroom in the room, so no embarrassing situation happened.
In the evening, someone still came to deliver food, still Coke + hamburger, and an extra steak.
Perhaps because of the amount of suffering, no one complained violently except for an occasional complaint, and no one smashed doors or windows.
Because he couldn't leave the room, Zhang Jing made up for his sleep after dinner.
I sleep directly on the floor and don't mind the poor environment.
Fortunately, at midnight, the door of the room was opened heavily from the outside, and a high-decibel voice shouted, "Get up! Get up! Go out and line up!"
Because he slept a lot, Zhang Jing quickly regained consciousness, picked up his backpack, did as the other party said, and was the first to walk out of the room.
The others followed in a daze.
Outside the door, the big-eyed and bearded officer from the daytime was already waiting.
After the ten people lined up, the big-eyed and bearded officer shouted, "You performed very well. During the detention, no one was angry or complained. This is excellent!"
Therefore, you will be organized into a special operations team to perform special tasks, and your salary will be twice that of ordinary mercenaries! "
Everyone, including Zhang Jing, was excited.
The big-eyed and bearded officer was very satisfied with the newcomer's expression and pointed to the covered military truck lane next to him, "Get in the truck and set off immediately!"
The ten people did as they were told, and finally two fully armed escort soldiers came up.
The truck then started to leave.
It was obvious that Zhang Jing and everyone would soon enter Xiaomao's territory.
The truck swayed all the way until dawn, and the scene outside the truck changed all the way.
Cities, villages and towns, mud roads, abandoned armored vehicles, ambulances and wounded, etc.
Finally, someone couldn't help but ask the escorting soldier, "Where is the truck going?"
"Dniesk."
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other silently. Dniesk is not the front line, but it is not far from the front line.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the truck drove to a strange town and settled at a replenishment point for physical problems and breakfast.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the truck arrived in the city of Dnisk, which was almost in ruins.
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thought they could finally rest, the air defense siren sounded, and then Da Mao's missiles came over.
It exploded about one kilometer in front of them, and it felt like the earth was shaking.
"It's a thermobaric bomb!" someone yelled in panic, "get out of the car and hide in an abandoned building. The truck will attract attacks!"
Zhang Jing also thought about it, jumped out of the truck, and ran into different abandoned buildings to hide.
Fortunately, in less than thirty seconds, more than ten shells were fired, and the closest one to Zhang Jing was only about 20 meters away.
Because there was a building blocking it, he was not injured by the shrapnel.
Climbing out of the ruins, Zhang Jing took the initiative to look for other teammates and saw a pair of feet under a brick wall ten meters away.
It was Yin Jinghan, the stick man, who had been crushed to death.
The body remained where it was, and Zhang Jing quickly joined the other team members.
It was discovered that there were only eight people left out of the original ten.
Except for Bangzi, maekoime, an adventurous female nurse from Papua New Guinea, nothing was seen.
In an instant, Zhang Jing felt the cruelty of the battlefield. Before the enemy could see it or even touch the gun, two people from their temporary special operations team had already died.
"Everyone is separated by 10 meters and walks along the building," the Polish soldier escorting the soldiers said. "The camp is one kilometer ahead. You will get the equipment and meet the commander."
One kilometer ahead, I had just been beaten by thermobaric bullets. Is there anyone alive?
Regardless of whether he was alive or not, Zhang Jing did not forget his mission and took away an advanced tank.
There should be one in the camp, right?
Thinking of this, Zhang Jing became excited!
One thousand meters is not far, so I walked quickly and found that it was an underground parking lot of an abandoned hotel that had been temporarily converted into a mercenary camp.
Including Zhang Jing, when a group of people arrived, there were already many people at the scene participating in the rescue.
The sound of ambulances and fire engines was heard.
The thermobaric bomb hit near the exit of the underground parking lot, causing the nearby oxygen to be drained. Inside the body camp, at a glance, more than 40 foreigners were visually estimated to have died.
The cause of death was almost the same. Few people died directly from the explosion, and most of them died from suffocation.
While others were busy rescuing people, Zhang Jing watched the six directions.
In the chaos, he quickly saw the tank completely covered by a military green tarpaulin in the darkest place deep in the camp.
It should be a tank, it looks very similar.
Thinking about it, Zhang Jing took one step at a time, pretending to save people while getting closer to the tank.
"Hey," a white-skinned old man wearing an ordinary military uniform called Zhang Jing, "Who are you?"
Zhang Jing replied calmly, "A new mercenary who just arrived."
"Don't be too curious," the sixty-year-old man ordered, "Save people first!"
At this time, Zhang Jing was very close to the tank, only ten meters away. It was a pity to be stopped.
I have no choice but to follow orders.
However, good luck came quickly and suddenly. There was another loud noise, the ground shook, and the oxygen was drained out.
The second thermobaric bomb landed on the location of the first.
Except for those who died immediately from the explosion and high temperature, the remaining people began to lack oxygen after just twenty seconds.
I had severe difficulty breathing for forty seconds and was unconscious for one minute.
Zhang Jing was deep in the underground camp. Although he was not shocked to death or melted by the high temperature, he was still affected by the lack of oxygen and had difficulty breathing.
Fortunately, he brought a small oxygen bottle, which was about the same size as a hand-held insecticide spray bottle, so he could absorb oxygen in time.
Then, an accident came.
The oxygen tank in his hand was suddenly snatched away by an old man in his sixties wearing ordinary military uniform.
I didn't expect that the other party could suddenly stand up at such an age.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Zhang Jing snatched the oxygen tank back after just letting the other person take a sip.
"Give me oxygen," the old man demanded in a commanding tone, "right now."
"Thinking too much." Zhang Jing's tone was disdainful, and he took the opportunity to take a few more puffs.
Seeing that Zhang Jing was ignorant, the old man was about to pull out the pistol from his waist. Naturally, Zhang Jing would not give him a chance to kill the bad guy first.
Some people died, but not completely...
