Chapter 810

Gao Yang thinks his heart is hard enough and his hands are cruel enough. In fact, it's not too much to say that he kills people like hemp.

But I don't know why. Looking at old man Tuareg in waist deep water, Gao Yang felt sad.

An old man with basically white beard and hair tried to take the falling veil on his face in one hand, and rowed in the water with the other hand, barely keeping himself from falling into the water.

The old fox trembled and said, "can you let me go to the ground? I don't like water. I don't want to die in water."

The feeling of hero's Twilight won't make people too happy.

The old fox may not be a hero, but he is a veteran and an excellent veteran. Even as an enemy, Gao Yang has to respect the old fox.

Gao Yang is not a hero, but this does not prevent him from feeling that he cherishes heroes for the old fox. They are all small people, but small people also have feelings.

Gao Yang wanted to shoot the old fox, but looking at the appearance of the old fox, he couldn't do it. Of course, he and the old fox are still enemies, but he can give the old fox a decent way to die.

Sighed, nodded and said in a deep voice, "you can come up, but where's the other person?"

The old man's body trembled and couldn't move. Although Gao Yang hit his position, it was not enough to kill him immediately, it was enough to make him unable to move smoothly. After taking two steps forward, the old fox couldn't keep standing and couldn't return to the shore at all.

When he stopped helplessly in the water, the old man shook his head and said, "don't worry, the war is over, another man has gone, and I let him go. My eldest son let us leave the house with his death, but I couldn't kill you, so I let my youngest son go. Yes, the only living person around me is my youngest son, and he has left."

Gao Yang was silent for a moment and said, "among the old men I have met, you are the most powerful. As a Tuareg, you are great. Although you are my enemy, I respect you very much."

The old fox sighed and said: "I hate you very much. I want to kill you very much because you killed all the people I brought out of the tribe. Yes, I hate you very much. I hate you to the bone. However, I respect you very much. You are very young, but you are very powerful. I have been fighting for some years. You are the most powerful guy I have ever seen, so I have to admit that I hate you very much, but I admire you very much. I die in your hands In fact, I have nothing to say. "

He heaved a sigh and said, "you are a worthy opponent. I want to give you a decent way to die. Come on, what do you want?"

The old man smiled and said something Gao Yang didn't understand. Then he trembled and said, "I can't say it in English. It almost means don't let a person die in the water. I come from the desert. I cherish water and like water, but I'm also afraid of water and don't want to die in the water, so please help me and get me to the shore."

Gao Yang thought for a moment and said, "yes, I can get you up or put a veil on your face. However, please don't brush anything. I think you know what consequences it will cause."

The old fox bowed slightly to Gao Yang and said, "thank you. You are really a worthy opponent."

Gao Yang said to Cousteau: "help me get him up in the water. Be careful. I don't think he can do anything, but you still have to be careful."

Cousteau went into the water without saying a word. Gao Yang was so nervous that he raised his gun. If the old fox planned to play any tricks, such as suddenly pulling out a knife, he would blow the old fox's head faster.

The old fox was already very weak, and after soaking in the water for a long time, even if the old fox wanted to do something before he died, he didn't have the strength.

After being dragged ashore, the old fox lay on the ground, took a few breaths of satisfaction, and said to Gao Yang, "I want to ask you one thing. I know you have the ability to follow the traces left by a man and find him. Let my son go and let him leave. Don't chase him. You want the diamonds here. You've got it. Will you let him go?"

Gao Yang squatted beside the old fox, raised his head with one hand, and put the veil on the old fox's face again.

The wet veil covered his face. The old fox's voice was a little muffled, but he said in a very happy voice: "thank you very much. It makes me feel much more comfortable."

"The one who left is your son, isn't he? I don't have time to chase him again. If he doesn't come back, there will be nothing, but if he wants to be an avenger, it's beyond my control."

The old fox sighed and said, "no, he won't come back again. He will come back to our tribe with money. There are no men in our tribe. He has to stay in the tribe. Besides, we earn a lot of money. He doesn't have to be a mercenary."

Gao Yang thought and said, "is there anything else to say?"

The old fox shook his head and said: "Apart from saying thank you, there's nothing else. Alas, I'm old. I should stay in the tribe, but I'm used to wandering days. I've been fighting for too long. War has become my instinct for a long time. The tribe and family can't tie me down. I knew I would die in the hands of a respectable enemy one day, which is better than being blown up by a mine Strong. "

The old fox said he had nothing to say, but he said a lot, but Gao Yang really didn't mind asking an old man to say more before he died. After hearing what the old fox said, Gao Yang also said with emotion: "As a mercenary, it seems inevitable to die on the battlefield. From the first day when you become a mercenary, many people have been doomed to this fate. In addition, as a mercenary, you have lived long enough."

The old fox smiled and said, "I've been fighting with my father since I was 14. I'm 54 this year. I've lived on the battlefield for so many years. I'm really lucky."

"You're only 54 years old?" he shrugged. "Look at you, I thought you were at least 64 years old."

"No way, I'm older."

"It's really old, but it's normal. The life of mercenaries will really accelerate people's aging."

"I think about it. I do have one last request."

"Say."

"Can you take my gun out of the water and give it to me? I'm a man in the desert. My gun is also a gun in the desert. I don't think it wants to rot in the water. I've used it since I started fighting. Can you put the gun next to me after I die?"

Gao Yang nodded and said, "yes, in addition, do you need me to bury you?"

"Of course, being buried is better than being eaten by insects. If you are willing to bury me, thank you very much!"

Gao Yang said to Cousteau, "go and get his gun out of the water."

Cousteau went into the water again. After touching a few in the water, he raised a gun full of mud and rinsed it in the water. After washing all the mud off the gun, Cousteau returned to the shore and handed the gun to Gao Yang.

Gao Yang took the old gun dripping with water, looked at it, turned off the insurance, threw the gun hard, threw the water inside almost, and then put the gun horizontally on the old fox's chest.

After holding his gun in both hands, the old fox hugged it tightly in front of his chest and said in a very satisfied language: "great, I didn't expect you to give it to me when I was alive. Thank you. For your generosity and burying me, I won't curse you, although my hatred for you won't weaken."

Gao Yang pointed to the old fox's gun and said, "you haven't really used a gun for forty years?"

The old fox said proudly, "yes, for forty years, this gun hasn't moved anywhere except for changing the recoil spring, and it has never disappointed me."

Gao Yang frowned and said, "the rifling has been worn away. Can you beat it accurately?"

"The rifling is basically gone. It can be regarded as a shotgun. The bullets fly indiscriminately as soon as they are 100 meters away, but the power has increased. Because I found that bullets sometimes hit people horizontally, and those who are shot die faster. I was not very good at hitting distant targets, so it's nothing for me to be unable to shoot at a distance."

Gao Yang smashed his mouth and said, "you're cruel. It's the first time I've heard that someone is willing to use this kind of gun."

"No way. If war has become my habit, it's my instinct to use this gun to participate in war. You should understand."

"Yes, I know. I probably won't change my gun in my life, but fortunately, my gun is very strong, very powerful. It is the peak of gun making level in the world. It is the crystallization of gun craftsman and the highest technology. I think even if I use it for decades, my gun precision will not decline. How, powerful!"

"Oh, oh, I don't quite understand. I'm out of date. I don't understand those high-tech gadgets people use now, but your gun sounds really powerful. You're lucky to have a good gun. My gun used to be very good. Its precision is not like AK47, but it's just like me. It's too old."

"Yes, guns are as old as people, but I don't want to show off, but even when I'm too old to walk, my guns are the same as those just made. By the way, my guns are called Satan's blade. What about yours?"

Gao Yang wanted to give the old fox a shot, which could also end his pain. However, looking at the old fox, he seemed to have a strong talk, so he kept talking with the old fox like chatting with an old friend, but the old fox was getting weaker and weaker, and he had no strength to speak.

"Did you name your gun? I didn't. I didn't name my gun. Well, according to your appearance and style, I guess you're also a mercenary."

"You guessed right. I'm a mercenary."

The old fox nodded, gasped a few times, closed his eyes and opened them again. He whispered, "I have no strength. I think I'm going to die soon. Please remember your promise to bury me. Thank you."

After that, the old fox held the gun tighter in his hand again. Then he swallowed his saliva, closed his eyes and said faintly, "stop early..."