Severe pain came from his chest, and Zhou Wen woke up from coma. He turned his heavy head slightly and looked around. He was now lying behind a Toyota pickup truck that had been torn to pieces by a heavy machine gun.
There were corpses all around, including brothers from his own mercenary group, and even more corpses of Syrian rebel fighters.
The surroundings are so quiet that it makes people feel heart palpitating...
He is an international mercenary. He served as a scout while serving in the country. Later, when he ran for the special forces, he was eliminated by a small margin. Later, he retired and returned home, followed by endless job hunting, resignation, job hunting, and resignation.
Six years ago, I followed a comrade to Myanmar to work as a mercenary, and finally found that what I loved most was being a soldier. So I joined a small mercenary group with my comrades, and traveled from Myanmar to Africa to Syria...
Zhou Wen just briefly reviewed his journey and felt the pain in his chest making it more and more difficult to breathe.
In the early morning battle, a task that was originally thought to be simple made the entire group of six people embark on a road of no return.
"Intelligence, it's all damn intelligence mistakes," Zhou Wen muttered lowly.
He was aware of the extent of his injuries. He was hit in the right chest, probably damaging a lung, his head was injured by rocket-propelled grenade fragments, and his right leg was also shot. With difficulty, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket with his left hand, pulled out a cigarette with his bloody fingers, took out the lighter, and lit the cigarette.
He inhaled gently and exhaled slowly.
The sunshine in front of me is a bit dazzling.
The early morning fighting took place on a hillside next to a town called Manduka in southern Syria. The sudden attack left no time for everyone to explain the aftermath. Then, all the enemies were dead, and all of his brothers were also dead.
Zhou Wen looked at the five small communicators scattered around his feet. They were the equipment of the brothers and the most valuable equipment of this small mercenary group. These are the latest German GPR-5 military communicators with anti-interference capabilities. Strong, excellent penetration.
What's more high-tech is that the solar rechargeable battery has a large power reserve. When charging, just put the battery into the charging nest on the back of the phone and it can be charged in the sun.
That was during the battle, when there were only two brothers left. The black commando Saiban, who had a bright smile and showed a row of white teeth, collected the ones from the other brothers and put them beside him.
Because he is the only sniper and precision shooter in the team, he is positioned relatively far back and is also the one with the best chance of survival.
Now Saipan was lying on his back behind a mound 10 meters away to the right. The blood under his body had begun to turn black. Zhou Wen suddenly felt that his nose was a little sore.
The blood on his head and chest was still flowing, and it had soaked the prayer beads hanging around his neck. This prayer bead was accidentally obtained during a mission in Myanmar. It is said that it is quite old.
What he didn't notice was that the beads slowly disappeared after being soaked in blood, while the beads gradually revealed an unknown luster.
Zhou Wen reluctantly reached out and picked up the five communicators at his feet and put them on his chest. Then he took off the one he was hanging and put them together, just like holding all the brothers in his arms.
He took another gentle puff of the cigarette and exhaled it slowly. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he slowly fell into darkness under the midday sun...
Zhou Wen slowly woke up amidst the jolts, "Awen, Awen," a hoarse cry sounded in his ears.
Zhou Wen slowly opened his eyes, and it gradually became clear. A face with a broad forehead and tears and runny nose appeared in front of him.
It's Dacheng, his classmate and friend. Zhou Wen remembered it instantly, but immediately felt a stabbing pain in his head, and memories poured into his mind like electricity.
"Ah, ah," Zhou Wen couldn't help but cry out due to the needle-like pain. Then he passed out again, and in his confusion he heard Dacheng's cry: "Awen, Awen, wake up, you must not die!"
I don't know how long it took, but there was a comfortable breath in my chest, just like lying in my mother's arms when I was a child. It's like floating on a warm lake, the waves are intoxicating, and the whole body suddenly feels warm.
There was still a tingling feeling, and then a soft breath rushed into my mind. The tingling sensation in my head disappeared, and a flood of memories slowly woke me up.
I am Zhou Wen, a 16-year-old student studying in the third grade of junior high school in Taiyuan National Middle School, Shanxi in the 18th year of the Republic of China.
I am Zhou Wen, a 34-year-old international mercenary who unfortunately died in Syria in 2018.
Two memories, two souls, blend together like water and milk, without any gap. Zhou Wen instantly remembered his situation.
Zhou Wen and his friend Xu Dacheng are both junior high school students. They both come from wealthy families. Zhou Wen's family is a well-known wealthy family in Lishi County, Shanxi.
The largest Fuyuan store in the county was opened by his family.
Xu Dacheng's family is the richest man in Loufan County. His family owns tens of thousands of dollars in land and has many servants. He also sent a servant to serve him in Taiyuan, a typical young master.
The school had just had a holiday, and Xu Dacheng was taken to the outside of the city by Huang Sanchui, a boy at home, to watch the military drills, so he asked Zhou Wen to go with him.
Zhou Wenwen was going to stay with his uncle who was a manager at the Taiyuan Arsenal for a few days.
Zhou Wen lost his mother when he was young. Since ancient times, it has been said that seeing his uncle is like seeing his mother, so he and his uncle are particularly close. But he couldn't bear Xu Dacheng's forceful pull, so he had to go with him.
As a result, after leaving the city, Huang San was lured to a corner at the foot of a mountain. Several big men in black pounced on him. They put sacks over their heads and tied them tightly in a few strokes. After being thrown into a carriage, they were dizzy and confused. Where did it go.
Both of them were young men who had never seen such a battle before. In fear and uneasiness, they walked around in a daze for three days.
I only ate a few black-faced steamed buns along the way, and my head was covered with a sack even when I peeed and defecated.
It wasn't until the fourth day that the two men felt that they couldn't escape after walking so far, so the men in black relaxed their guard.
The head is still covered, but the hands and feet are loosely bound. The two of them gradually came to their senses and realized that they had been kidnapped.
But it didn't look like a ransom situation, otherwise he wouldn't have gone that far. I guess he would have gone hundreds of miles by traveling day and night.
The unknown prospect is the most unsettling thing. After getting over the initial fear, the two brothers gradually became more courageous.
When they were taken off their hoods to eat, they showed each other's determination to escape with their eyes.
During the Republic of China, martial arts was prevalent in the Shanxi-Sui area. Both Zhou Wen and Xu Dacheng laid the foundation for martial arts training since they were young.
The so-called poor in culture and rich in martial arts means that only children from rich families have the material security and physical conditions to practice martial arts.
Zhou Wen studied under Tianfeng, a famous Liuhe boxing master in western Shanxi. He practiced with the master for two years from the age of six to eight.
After going to school, I practiced diligently every day according to the master's training plan. During the holidays, I also go to the master’s house to receive guidance from the master and his fellow apprentices.
Although he is still young, he is already an introduction to martial arts.
Xu Dacheng is even more amazing. He seems to have some talent in martial arts. He is slightly taller than Zhou Wen and he has learned North Kung Fu.
Adhering to the Northern School's tenet of "the hands are two doors, only rely on the feet to hit people", coupled with the height and long legs, a whip leg makes the tiger powerful. When the two brothers competed in martial arts, Xu Dacheng always had the upper hand.
On the evening of the fifth day, when the team was resting and eating on the side of a mountain, the two men attacked at the same time, knocking over the two big men guarding them, and ran up the mountain.
As a result, Zhou Wen panicked and fell down a small cliff...
