2027 What is a dead soldier?

Jin finally understood why Nicholas Tai wanted to keep people behind even if he went to war.

If such a powerful and god-like man cannot be used by himself, he would rather be destroyed than fall into the hands of others.

"Kes!" Jin called the gold-rimmed glasses, pointing at Li He who was leaning against the wall and bleeding, and said to the gold-rimmed glasses: "I have a way to revitalize the Jin family. This time I must protect me from this glorious city.

!And him!”

Max, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, was still dazed on the ground. He thought he was dead just now and was killed by a grenade. But when he opened his eyes, he found that both he and his boss were fine. It was the salted fish leaning against the wall that was bleeding and seemed to be a little injured.

Seriously, but what happened? The grenade didn’t explode? Was it so lucky to encounter a dumb mine? But I obviously heard the explosion!

Although he had a lot of questions, when he heard the boss's words, the habit that had almost melted into his blood made him answer immediately: "It's the boss!"

After he finished speaking, he realized that the boss had emphasized the word "he" in his words.

Following Jin's fingers, he looked at Li He, who was lying dying in the corner. Kes's eyes were a little cold under his narrow-rimmed gold glasses. He didn't understand why the boss insisted on taking this man away, and even paid a huge amount for it.

There is a price, but he cannot go against the boss's decision and must implement it firmly even if he is dissatisfied.

The shouts of the frightened and bald soldiers came from the other side. The environment was very noisy. Kes gestured for both parties to turn on the intercom and asked: "What is the situation outside now?"

A reply came from the intercom: "Boss, just after you and the boss lay down, the grenade suddenly flew out! It hit the gang of turtles outside!"

"Nonsense!" Kes turned off the intercom angrily and decided not to count on the idiots on the other side. He picked up the wall and took a quick look while the firepower outside weakened.

This glance made him even more confused.

It's a mess outside. The guards who were originally marching in formation are now lying on the ground in a mess or looking for cover nearby to hide. Although most of them are still trying their best to aim and fire here, their accuracy is no longer as good as before, and more people are flying randomly.

The bullet hit the thick wall and was wasted sadly.

At the front of the guard, there were several guards who were closest. They fell to the ground and rolled in pain. They had multiple wounds on their bodies that had obviously been cut off by grenade shrapnel.

Kes believed in his own eyes and his own judgment, and judged from what he saw that the grenade did fly outside and exploded. But this conclusion made his brain even more confusing: the grenade would never grow wings and fly on its own.

Are you out?

He stretched out his hand to adjust the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked thoughtfully at the Oriental man bleeding against the wall. Without any further entanglement, he turned on the intercom.

"guys."

Kes paused, and under the gaze of a group of dead soldiers on the opposite side, he spoke again: "Guys, this castle is very well designed and strong. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Unless they use heavy firearms, they will take us out in a short time."

There is no other way, but using heavy firearms would be the same as demolishing this place. I don’t know how long it will take the famous city lord to make up his mind to demolish his nest with his own hands."

There was a burst of cheering laughter from the intercom.

"But!" Kes changed the topic and his tone became serious: "As I just said, this is someone else's nest, not ours. We can't hold on forever. We have to break out after all. Now we still have to break out.

There are a total of 21 people standing here, and there are hundreds of times as many enemies outside."

"I will definitely die today!"

"Not just one person dies, but every one of us may die."

Wiping the nosebleed with his left hand that was still active, Li He raised his heavy eyelids and looked at the man who stood with his head held high and spoke quietly through the intercom.

"So, guys, please tell me..." Kes looked at a group of people across the street who were about his own age and asked softly: "Are you ready to die?"

Jin, who was squatting in the corner, was shaken violently and buried his face in the shadows.

There was silence on the intercom.

No sadness, no cruelty.

There is no last-ditch battle that boils the blood; there is no desperate battle that will lead to victory.

The first thing that appeared in the public communication was a slightly frivolous voice.

"Boss...can you please stop teasing me? I'm going to die..."

The voice said in a nonchalant tone,

"Wasn't that done twenty years ago?"

boom!

These light words exploded in Jin Hex's mind like thunder.

The intercom also blew up.

A group of young guys who were already unruly and fearless raised their weapons and fired randomly into the air, shouting strangely into the intercom.

"Isn't it just death? Come on! Hahahahaha..."

...

"My life should have ended twenty years ago. It was Mr. Jin who brought me back. I have lived for so many more years without worrying about food and drink. I have made a lot of money!"

...

"That's right! Who are you trying to scare? I'm afraid of everything except death!"

...

"Fuck him!"

...

"Fuck you!"

...

"Kill kill kill kill kill kill!"

...

There was a lot of noise and chaos on the intercom.

Li He looked at a group of people who suddenly seemed to have been given blood, with a puzzled expression on his face. Jin beside him explained in a low mood: "They are all companions who grew up with me, and they are like brothers in my heart."

Important, but they also have another identity, that is, they are the dead men of the family."

"Hey!" Li He thought it was a bit ridiculous and turned his head away. It would be better to die than to live. This is not the age where you can throw your life and blood after drinking a bowl of wine. In today's world, people's hearts are not ancient, so there is no such thing as a dead soldier.

Jin saw Li He's look and understood what he was thinking. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He did not argue too much, but simply said: "If you know their life experience, you may be able to understand what a so-called dead soldier is.

"

The two did not continue to communicate on this issue. Jin noticed that the wounds on Li He's body were densely covered with horror, and there were also several gunshot wounds from unknown times. He quickly took out a flat box from his body, opened it, and opened it.

He took out a transparent bottle containing blue liquid, opened it, and poured the blue liquid on some serious-looking wounds, mainly the gunshot wounds.

Li He noticed a chill, turned his head and saw the blue liquid at the wound, and couldn't help but asked in a hoarse voice: "What is this?"

"Nano robot!" Jin raised his head and said in surprise. He might have complained a few more words, but gave up because he was not in a good mood. He took out pieces of fever-reducing patch-like paper from the box and stuck them on the wound, "This is

The best temporary emergency medicine that money can buy among civilian supplies, and more advanced ones cannot be bought with money... We, the Jin family in West Second District, only have a little money."

"Hey" Li He felt ridiculous again and turned his head away. It was just a little money? Just a repayment? It was the first time he saw a rich man pretending to be so fresh and refined.

Jin's mood was very bad, and he was not even in the mood to quarrel. Faced with Li He's disrespectful attitude, he didn't say much. After taking care of Li He's wounds, he sat aside and buried his head in silence. Of course, those wounds were just

It's a temporary treatment, but if you want to be completely cured, you need to go back to Jin's house for more thorough treatment.

If you can't go back, it doesn't matter whether you have these wounds or not.

After watching a group of people making a fuss, Kes took off his gold-rimmed glasses, wiped the mist from them, and his face turned calm again.

He put his glasses back on, tapped the intercom and said, "Okay, don't waste bullets, let me arrange the groups."

The intercom goes silent.

Through his glasses, Kes looked at his companions who were standing straight and staring at him across the way. He had done so many missions and been divided into so many teams. It had never been as difficult to make a decision as it was today.

He took a deep breath, his lower lip trembled uncontrollably, and slowly exhaled: "Starting from the oldest, the next six people will stay here to guard the entrance."

He paused, glanced at the fierce firepower gradually returning to the outside of the wall, and repeated heavily: "Hold on!"

The people opposite were a little stunned.

But soon, some obviously older people came out with a smile, patted the other partners on the shoulders, then consciously walked to the defensive position and began to sort out ammunition and weapons.

Some dishonest uncles even said with a smile:

"Little babies, go home and nurse. The technical work of fighting is still for us old guys."

"Hey, as an older person, I have enjoyed a few more years of blessings. It's time to pave the way for the young people to go further."

"Fart! Hunter, the boss just asked us to count from the oldest. We all grew up together. How old do you think you are?"

"Hey, it's little Eric boy who's talking. He's a month older than you."

"Rolling, rolling, rolling..."

Watching the six oldest people having fun and laughing, the rest were silent.

Kes adjusted his glasses and said: "The remaining 15 people left all the grenades to ensure that there is a strong enough counterattack, and then walked back along the wall. According to the way this castle is built, there must be a back door. We are here

Meet at the back door."

The remaining 15 people silently arranged their equipment, took off their grenades and put them in the corner, and then hugged the six people one by one. Because there was a wide entrance and barrages blocking him, Kes couldn't pass through, so he could only watch a group of people say goodbye from a distance.
To be continued...