When Yan Fenghuo smashed the last terrorist into a ball of rotten flesh, the Cossack woman's blood also ran out. She spent the last moment of her life casting a grateful look at Yan Fenghuo, and then looked hard at the body of her child.
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Yan Fenghuo picked up the child's body and placed it solemnly on the Cossack woman's body. He took her hand and hugged the broken child.
"I didn't save you because..." Yan Fenghuo stared into the Cossack woman's eyes and said softly: "I would rather let you die with satisfaction than live in pain. You know, and I also know, that you can't do it.
Keep living."
The Cossack woman moved her lips in gratitude and died with her eyes wide open. When she died, she held her child tightly in her arms, and her eyes looking down were full of satisfaction and love.
Blood flowed down the low-lying area to the door. On the bed was a Cossack woman covered in blood, holding a ball of rotten flesh in her arms. On the ground were the corpses of terrorists, badly mangled. The walls and furniture were all covered with bits of flesh and blood.
, the static blood spreads quietly.
Stepping on flesh and blood, Yan Fenghuo could clearly hear the sound of the soles of his boots in the blood and minced meat. The sound was very soft and strange, as if he were walking alone on the distant asphalt road leading to the north under the scorching sun.
Feel the viscosity and listen to the heartbeat.
After walking out of the house, Yan Fenghuo sat on the roadside exhausted, vomiting heavily, almost vomiting out bile.
The sound of gunfire became sparse, and in the face of the Cossacks' wolf-like massacre and ferocity, the invading Chechen terrorists finally chose to evacuate. When evacuating, they shot everything they could grab, especially food.
The village was full of blood, smoke and fire, mothers crying and men yelling.
The Chechen terrorists will not let go of any Cossack child. To them, the heads of these children are the same as those of adults. When the Cossack children grow up, they will become warriors one after another.
They have long since evolved into mortal enemies. Driven by local wars in the turbulent Caucasus region, they are fighting each other to the death.
"Thank you." came Yerov's voice.
This tough Cossack man was extremely calm, but his eyes were filled with sadness.
This is his hometown and his roots. Here, he has many relatives, and these many relatives died tragically in this massacre. Although they repelled the invading powerful enemy,
It can no longer be called a victory.
If this is called victory, then the price of victory is too expensive.
Yan Fenghuo wiped his mouth and stood up, pointing to the house behind him.
Staring at the blood-soaked room, Yeref walked over step by step, lit it on fire, and watched as the room was engulfed in flames.
"We have to leave here," Yerov said in a deep voice, "Brother, let's go together."
Yerufu called Yan Fenghuo his brother, and he opened his Cossack mind to Yan Fenghuo. Because this outsider helped them fight and killed the enemy with blood. Side by side, they were brothers. They were warriors, out-and-out warriors.
Behind Yerov were hundreds of Cossacks, including old men, women, and children, as well as soldiers.
With fires raging into the sky, these Cossacks burned their own villages and prepared to travel far away to another place where Cossacks gathered.
"Let's go." Yan Fenghuo nodded and stared at Xiao He behind Yerufu.
Xiao He's eyes were calm and unruffled, and he looked at Yan Fenghuo with a look that showed no emotion.
Yeruf did not disturb the two people. He led the remaining people in the village forward, lining up all the way, and headed for the distance.
"Damn!" "Bang!"
Yan Fenghuo knocked Xiao He to the ground with one punch, pinched his neck and growled: "Tell me what is going on!"
Xiao He, whose mouth and nose were bleeding after being punched, looked at the furious Yan Fenghuo and said calmly: "Nothing happened, the Cossacks and Chechnya are natural enemies. Today the Cossacks' villages were bloodbathed, and tomorrow the Cossacks will bloodbath the Chechen villages.
"
"What I'm asking is not this, but why you chose to go here." Yan Fenghuo gritted his teeth and said, "These terrorists are following us!"
"Following? How is that possible?" Xiao He asked.
"Damn, it would be strange if you didn't know." Yan Fenghuo grabbed Xiao He and growled: "You are creating hatred and increasing the original hatred. On the one hand, you want to retaliate for what the Chechen terrorists did to you.
On the other hand, you want to deepen your relationship with the Cossacks. In their most difficult time, when their villages were massacred, you turned around and became God. Haha, politicians are indeed politicians."
Yan Fenghuo reprimanded Xiao He mercilessly. He knew that those terrorists were following him. Although he was extremely violent during the battle, he could see that these terrorists were tired of their lives. When they left, they snatched food, not anything else.
There is no doubt that this is a group of terrorists who luckily escaped the encirclement and suppression by multinational forces. They followed the two people to this village.
"This doesn't make sense." Xiao He smiled and said, "Because what you said is completely unreasonable."
"It seems unreasonable on the surface, but the first thing you should do after escaping is to leave this area instead of continuing deeper." Yan Fenghuo took out a pistol, stared at Xiao He coldly and said, "It's for self-defense.
The pistol is here, but there is no bullet in it, where are the bullets?"
Xiao He adjusted his glasses, smiled and said: "I threw away the bullet because I don't like guns. Guns are of no use to me. They are too lethal and bullets are the root cause."
"What the hell!" Yan Fenghuo yelled.
Despite being scolded all over his face, Xiao He still smiled and showed no signs of anger.
"Yan Fenghuo, I think I understand your feelings, but this is really an accident that no one can predict. Maybe the bullet I threw away exposed our whereabouts, maybe they found us at the end of the road, after all, only
A mountain road leads here."
Xiao He was quite calm and there was nothing wrong with him. It seemed that he had nothing to do with this matter at all.
"One more thing," Xiao He continued: "Coming to the Cossacks itself is my second plan. After being unable to complete the acquisition of Chechnya, I have to complete the acquisition of the Cossacks under great pressure from the Russian government. Our goal is
The strategic resource reserves in the Caucasus and Eastern Europe. If I don't take action and wait for Russia to reach an agreement with the Cossacks, I will lose the last chance. I don't like to take risks, but this is my responsibility and obligation, and I can't escape it."
Yan Fenghuo didn't believe Xiao He. He thought that this Chinese man who always smiled and was so calm didn't tell the truth. He was a businessman and a politician, through and through.
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you. Give me the target you want to kill. After I help you, you can solve my problem." Yan Fenghuo said impatiently.
"Be patient, the person you want to kill is among the Cossacks." Xiao He said softly.
Hearing these words, Yan Fenghuo's eyelids twitched hard, and his pupils instantly shot out a knife-like cold light, directed towards Xiao He.