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Chapter 106 - Survival

Zhang Minghai clenched his fists tightly as his cold eyes filled with hatred and anger. He raised the machine gun in his hand, and fired out a barrage of bullets mercilessly. It was like an inescapable net that pressed down on the mercenaries.

The heavy firepower of the machine gun was perfectly displayed at this moment. The bullets that flew out were like the scythes of the death god that reaped lives. A large number of people fell down and rolled to the bottom of the hill.

"F * ck, this won't do. That bastard has the advantage of geography. Our guns can't even hit him!"

"I don't believe it! We will send out a few men to form a death squadron and flank him with two wings, making it impossible for him to fly up and down!"

"Sure, I'll do as you say!"

He knew that the mercenaries were preparing to flank them from both sides. Even if Zhang Minghai's entire body was made of iron, he wouldn't be able to twist a few nails. Once they came from both sides, breaking through the defense line would only be a matter of time.

At this moment, the mercenaries at the foot of the mountain had stopped moving. They were waiting, waiting for the death squads to circle around to the top of the mountain. When that happened, Zhang Minghai would not be able to escape.

Zhang Minghai gasped for breath as he turned his body with difficulty to find a comfortable position to lie down. The sky above the forest of Vietnam was very blue, and a trace of white cloud was added to it, giving one an indescribable feeling of relaxation and joy.

Zhang Minghai couldn't help but let out a wry smile as the sound of hurried footsteps came from afar. It should be the mercenary group that wanted to kill him.

Zhang Minghai raised his head and looked at the foot of the mountain. At this moment, there was no longer any sign of the Falcon guys. It seemed like they had already reached a safe location.

Since that was the case, Zhang Minghai immediately stood up, raised the machine gun in his hand and started shooting left and right. When he heard the sound of the bullet being blocked, Zhang Minghai picked up his rifle and quickly ran up the mountain.

At this moment, the mercenaries at the foot of the mountain looked at each other, guessing that the machine guns at the top had no more bullets. Everyone's pent-up emotions were immediately released as they ran up the mountain.

The mercenaries that were surrounding Zhang Minghai felt their throats go dry, as if the air was filled with blood and smoke that formed a door to hell, while the Death God with the Death Scythe in his hand was madly rushing towards them. His movements were extremely quick, and his pair of sharp, cold eyes were filled with overwhelming killing intent, causing them to tremble in fear.

Zhang Minghai kept on firing as he sprinted. After every gunshot, he would take away a life, bringing a biting cold killing intent as he quickly rushed towards the mercenaries. The killing intent on his face made them feel a sense of despair.

Noticing that Zhang Minghai was getting closer and closer to them, the mercenaries started to retaliate with panic and ruthlessness. However, Zhang Minghai's speed did not slow down at all, as if he was not aiming, the bullets accurately stabbed into the center of the mercenary's eyebrows, causing a headshot.

The mercenaries were extremely surprised. How did this godly marksman in front of them kill himself with a gun? The gun in his hand seemed to have a life of its own. No matter where it was fired, as long as it was aimed at, it would never escape the fate of having its head blown off.

At this moment, a bullet tore through the air, filled with the dissatisfaction of the mercenaries. Without any hesitation, it drilled into Zhang Minghai's arm. Zhang Minghai's body involuntarily fell forward, his entire body toppling to the ground.

The moment the mercenaries saw Zhang Minghai being shot to the ground, they all started shooting. The instant Zhang Minghai fell to the ground, he used the force coming from his waist to twist it, and his body quickly rolled towards the ditch on the side. The bullets that followed fiercely nailed him to the ground.

Blood cleverly covered the wound, and Zhang Minghai could almost see his own blood emitting hot steam. Fortunately, the shot was far away, and the bullet's strength wasn't great. It was stuck in the flesh and stuck close to the bone, so it couldn't affect Zhang Minghai's movements.

However, just when the right-wing mercenaries who were less than 100 meters away from Zhang Minghai wanted to reach the place where Zhang Minghai was hiding, they saw a black shadow suddenly rise up from the ground.

The bullets kept close to Zhang Minghai's skin, the scorching air made his skin feel as if it was being pricked by needles. The intense gunfire abruptly stopped, and Zhang Minghai impressively arrived in front of a mercenary, a military knife fiercely slicing through his throat.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Minghai turned around and ruthlessly stabbed his backhand into the chest of the mercenary who was trying to ambush him. Warm blood immediately gushed out and splashed all over Zhang Minghai's face.

He could not fall down. At this time, the other members of Hunting Hawk had yet to reach the predetermined location, so he had to hold on for a while longer. At this moment, a bullet whistled through the air with the power of death, directly shooting into Zhang Minghai's body.

At this moment, he was very clear in his heart that he could not fall down, he absolutely could not. If he was discouraged at this time, then he really would not be able to return!

Noticing that there were more and more mercenaries, Zhang Minghai put away his assault rifle and rushed into the jungle, followed by the sound of rapid gunfire. Lowering his body as much as he could, he quickly flew through the jungle, moving as fast and as fast as a cheetah. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the jungle.

The mercenary company behind him continued to chase him. In their opinion, Zhang Minghai had not only been shot twice or thrice, but was also seriously injured. Even if he managed to escape the pursuit of others, he would sooner or later die from blood loss.

As long as they could find his corpse, they would be able to cut his head and go to Mi Xieer to claim their commission.

Zhang Minghai could feel his strength gradually drying up. The scene in front of his eyes started to blur as his heart beat louder and louder.

The corner of his mouth raised into a wry smile. The sounds of footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer, and Zhang Minghai's legs seemed to be filled with lead. Every step he took seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Due to the excessive blood loss, his reflexes had actually become sluggish. Just as Zhang Minghai wanted to defend himself, the black shadow had already arrived in front of him. It stared at him with its probing eyes, and its face was filled with alarm.

In the end, Zhang Minghai did not make a move, but instead felt the world spinning around him. The next moment, everything went dark and he lost consciousness.

It was pitch black and endless, as if it wanted to swallow Zhang Minghai whole. Zhang Minghai felt as if his whole body was floating in the air, as if he couldn't feel any sense of security.

At this moment, Zhang Minghai felt a dull pain coming from his chest, as if his flesh was being cut out, causing him to subconsciously struggle violently. Soon after, a white light appeared in front of his eyes and Zhang Minghai surprisingly opened his eyes.

"He woke up, he woke up!" A cute boy's voice rang out, filled with excitement.

The first person that caught Zhang Minghai's eye was a big burly man. He wore camouflage clothes, and his deep eyes revealed an intimidating power. His face was covered with sideburns.

Did he save her?

"Since you're awake, let's hurry up and leave …." The bearded man rejected the order to leave.

Zhang Minghai couldn't help but frown, "Chinese?"

The bearded man also didn't expect Zhang Minghai to be Chinese, so he couldn't help but be stunned. At this moment, the little boy who was standing at the side rushed to Zhang Minghai's bedside, looking at him with a joyful expression.

"I saved you!" The little boy's voice had a hint of a high-pitched tone. Perhaps it was because it was stunted, but it had not yet entered the period of change.

Zhang Minghai showed a trace of a smile and thanked him sincerely.

The little boy seemed to have finally found someone who could communicate with him. His small face was full of joy, "My name is Lei Ming, you can call me Xiao Lei. What's your name?"

Zhang Minghai gave a faint smile at Xiaolei. However, his eyes caught sight of the bearded man who was looking at him warily, and he said, "Zhang Minghai."

Zhang Minghai got some information from the conversation between the two of them. He was saved by Lei Ming's uncle, Lei Lifeng, who was the leader of a Employment Corps in Vietnam.

In this complicated situation of Viet Nam, there were countless different scale mercenary groups like the one that were formed by Lei Lifeng, so they did not know about this, but Zhang Minghai did not know whether or not they would hand him over to Mi Xieer when they heard the news. After all, it was not a small commission, enough for them to buy weapons and ammunition, and form a large scale mercenary group.

"Brother Zhang, how did you offend those Employment Corps people? For them to be so cruel to you, you have been shot six times in total. Uncle already said that you would definitely die, but you actually woke up. What a miracle! " Lehman gave a thumbs up, his face filled with admiration.

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