Cold sweat instantly rolled down Zhang Xinghua's forehead.
He ran out of bullets. At the most critical moment, the most dangerous moment, when he could have killed him in one shot, he ran out of bullets!？
No matter how strong a person was, there would be times when he would make mistakes. Unfortunately, this time, Zhang Xinghua inevitably made an unforgivable mistake. He only cared about calculating the trajectory and positioning, and forgot the most important thing... calculating the magazine!
Zhang Xinghua's face was ashen, as if he could already see the bullet in his forehead and the God of Death waving at him.
Zhang Xinghua was not going to take any chances. With the military strength that the enemy had displayed previously, he would not have the chance to counterattack at such a close distance. As long as he acted rashly, he would be greeted with bullets.
No matter how fast he was, it was impossible for him to be faster than a professional soldier who had already raised his gun!
Don't even think that the enemy would stand there stupidly and shout," Raise your hands, surrender your guns, and don't kill ". On the battlefield, there was only death and survival, unless the enemy had no attack power and would not threaten your own life.
Zhang Xinghua obviously did not belong to this category.
The Yunnan soldier raised his gun smoothly, a smile of victory hanging on his face. His index finger gradually exerted force, and the trigger slowly retracted.
The black muzzle was right in front of him, and death was approaching. Zhang Xinghua's face did not show any fear of facing death. There was only unwillingness and hope, and even a trace of…joy of relief!
Zhang Xinghua took one last look at the giant dragon in the east, which was accumulating strength and would soar above the nine heavens one day. He replayed the oath he made under the five-star red flag and closed his eyes, waiting for the bullet the size of a peanut to pierce through his helmet and enter his skull, facing death.
Soldiers dying on the battlefield was as beautiful as a silkworm breaking out of its cocoon and becoming a butterfly.
Everyone who stepped onto the battlefield was already prepared to die in battle, so Zhang Xinghua was not afraid of death at all. At this moment, Zhang Xinghua's only thought was: "I wonder if my body can be returned to the motherland and buried in the Cemetery of Martyrs?”
Although he already had the answer in his heart, Zhang Xinghua still couldn't help but think about it. He had to hope that it was infinitely close to zero.
Cross-border battles were forbidden in the army. It was Zhang Xinghua who disobeyed the order first, tore off the national flag, and threw away all the items that could prove his identity. Perhaps China would not accept his identity at all.
Returning to the motherland, burying him in the Cemetery of Martyrs, setting up a tombstone of " Zhang Xinghua's Tomb of Martyr ", and engraving " Zhang Xinghua " on the honor roll of the Wolf Fang Special Forces in the Southeast Military Region... Everything had become an extremely extravagant wish.
"Da da da."
Just as Zhang Xinghua closed his eyes and waited for death to arrive, a faint, almost inaudible "tap tap" sound entered his ears.
"Da da da."
What a familiar voice!
Zhang Xinghua suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. His right leg suddenly kicked the ground and flew to the left. This kick actually caused the ground to crack. One could imagine how much power this kick contained.
The soldiers looked at the guns in their hands in shock. They even pulled the triggers continuously and played the monotonous music repeatedly. It was as if they could not believe the fact that there were no bullets.
He was also out of bullets.
Without the excitement of surviving a disaster, Zhang Xinghua had no time to rejoice. As he flew in the air, he pulled out the self-defense pistol that was attached to his leg. Before he landed on the ground, he accurately pointed it between the enemy's eyebrows.
However, he was in no hurry to shoot.
"People from China, you're great." The southerner tilted his neck and raised his hands, speaking in broken Chinese.
Zhang Xinghua did not let down his guard. Instead, he became more vigilant."Why are you talking so much nonsense on the battlefield? Nothing good will come out of it."
"You're not bad either." Zhang Xinghua focused his attention and spoke fluently in the Southern dialect.
The Southern man was surprised. He didn't expect Zhang Xinghua to speak the Southern language, and it was very pure. After hesitating for a while, he said in the Southern language,"People of China, how about letting me go? I deliberately used up all my bullets and didn't kill you.”
Zhang Xinghua snorted." Do you think I'll believe you?”
The southerner smiled awkwardly." Alright, I hope you won't kill me. You have to know that I like China very much. Although I've killed people from China, I want to turn over a new leaf and atone for my sins. Is that okay?" You know that killing the people of the Celestial Dynasty is not what I want to do. I have no choice. Just like the saying in the Celestial Dynasty, people in the martial world have no choice, right?”
"You know a lot about Chinese culture?" Zhang Xinghua sneered.
The southerner immediately replied," Yes, in the army, we learn Chinese culture every day. I like China and its culture. I also know that you Chinese respect Confucianism. I think you must be like that too, right?”
Zhang Xinghua raised his vigilance and slowly pressed the trigger. He maintained the critical point and was ready to fire at any time. He said,"Do you think it's interesting to discuss Confucianism from two thousand years ago with me on the battlefield of special operations in the twenty-first century?”
"Although it's the 21st century now, we can't forget our roots.”The southerner raised his hands, his actions looking a little funny." Confucianism advocates benevolence. You will definitely be kind to me, right?”
Zhang Xinghua curled his lips and smiled. What kind of theory was this?
"If you think there's any meaning in discussing this with me, you can continue boldly. However, I won't allow you to live until your reinforcements arrive. If you have nothing to say, you can die if you want to.”Zhang Xinghua said calmly," Also, the benevolence in ancient Chinese thought is not equal to kindness. On the contrary, it was born from violence and will return to violence. If you are really interested in Chinese culture, you can try to find a good teacher below.”
The southerner was a little anxious. He looked at Zhang Xinghua's steady hands but did not dare to act rashly." People from China, can you give me a chance?" I really want to turn over a new leaf. I have money. I'll give it all to you. I'll do anything you want me to do as long as you let me go.”
"Have you finished your last words?" Zhang Xinghua said coldly.
"Alright, people from China, can we not use guns?”The southerner said helplessly," Are we all going to use daggers?”
Zhang Xinghua frowned and inadvertently observed the movements around him. He said,"Sure."
Perhaps it was because he was lucky enough to save his life, so Zhang Xinghua was very tolerant.
Of course, there was also confidence.
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