Chapter 316
Milutin pulled the fragments out of her body alive, along with bits of flesh and scraps of meat.
The intense pain caused Mi's mind to go blank for a moment.
The pain, as if her bones had been removed, sent her into a spasm.
The fabric he was biting was stained with blood, and a trickle of crimson blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.
Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and all his strength seemed to have been drained.
He had to lean almost his entire body against the wall to barely keep himself upright.
But under such violent methods, Milutin bit down on the cloth in her mouth and didn't utter a sound.
After a few seconds of calm, her trembling hands gripped the cloth binding her thighs tightly.
Bright red blood was continuously oozing out from the wound.
"Team... Captain... Water..."
Watching Milutin so violently pull out the fragments deep inside the wound.
The Asian youth in the green military uniform suddenly turned pale, his face changing drastically.
After a long while, he finally came to his senses and hurriedly took out the last bit of water from his backpack and handed it to Milutin.
His gaze toward Milutin's pretty face was filled with fear and respect.
The woman before me, whether in terms of her strength or her standing tall.
The woman in question has far surpassed anyone else here.
Just as the other party had said on the radio earlier.
She is very strong, stronger than anyone else; no one can compare to her.
This is not arrogance, but absolute self-confidence.
Whether in the military or among mercenaries, she is the strongest ace.
This is also why they, as the rearguard group covering the retreat of the main force, have survived to this day despite facing such a large number of enemies.
If they had been led by a different team leader, their entire group would have been wiped out three hours ago.
"I'm just a mercenary hired by your superiors to help you. I prefer you to call me M."
Milutin released the cloth from her mouth and gasped for breath.
"You are soldiers, I am a mercenary. You don't need to call a mercenary captain."
"I'm paid to do this job, but this deal has clearly ripped us off."
"Your intelligence network has a flaw. Your superiors acted rashly without fully understanding the enemy's true strength, which violates the treaty we originally agreed upon."
Milutin took out his medical kit and retrieved some medicine.
I began by simply rinsing, disinfecting, and bandaging my wound.
"Are you complaining? Are you planning to abandon us and leave on your own?"
"Don't joke around! You wouldn't have been able to escape without our cover."
The white man, who had been reprimanded by Milutin earlier, stood up agitatedly.
It sounds like this mercenary is complaining about his superior's intelligence failure.
But who can say for sure? Who could have guessed that those "country bumpkins" would have such sophisticated equipment?
"I am indeed complaining, complaining about your incompetent intelligence organization and incompetent superiors."
"If your superiors had any sense, we wouldn't be in this situation now."
Milutin simply bandaged the wound.
She stared coldly at the white soldier who was yelling at her.
"But I will not abandon this mission, and I will do everything I can to get you out of here."
"Rules are rules. Since we've already taken on this shitty task, I'll naturally carry it out to the end."
"But after I successfully leave here, I will add money based on intelligence errors, the number of members I lost, and various changes that occur on the battlefield."
"However, I must make it clear beforehand that I am a mercenary, and I will not take the initiative to rescue any of you, so don't fall behind."
Milutin slowly stood up, bandaging her injured thigh tightly.
He tossed the remaining water to the Asian soldier next to him.
"And this soldier, I think you might have misunderstood something."
He took out the last dose of adrenaline from his medical kit, rolled up his sleeves, and gave himself a heavy injection.
Milutin took a deep breath, then slowly opened her eyes and looked at the white man in front of her.
"If I really abandon you all and only care about my own survival, those ugly and deformed people won't be able to stop me."
"My code name is M. If you make it back alive, I hope you can learn a little about what this letter means in the mercenary world."
As the pain in his wound gradually subsided, Milutin revealed a cold smile.
He simply patted the white soldier on the shoulder.
Milutin picked up the gun and dagger from the ground and held them in his hands.
He walked to the window, silently observed the "local dog" less than a hundred meters away, and smiled slightly.
"Those who want to survive, follow me and break through to the north."
"We are the furthest from the breakout point among the five groups, so I want all of you to run as fast as you can."
"If you don't want to be captured alive by those 'dogs' and subjected to torture and interrogation, you'd better run for your lives."
"If I'm not mistaken, my comrades should draw our fire for three minutes after we break through."
"Those three minutes are the best opportunity for us to break through; you can think of them as the golden three minutes."
Milutin hoisted a man-portable missile onto his right shoulder.
It was aimed at the 'mongrel' that was approaching from outside the window.
"Tell me, do you want to live or die?"
Milutin squinted and aimed at a cargo jeep behind the 'Mongol'.
There's quite a lot of weaponry on the back of the truck; it looks like we'll be able to put on a pretty spectacular fireworks display this time.
That 'country bumpkin' is just a country bumpkin; how could it so openly and brazenly drag such important military equipment behind the vehicle?
Is this a way of making sure everyone knows how much ammunition you have? Or are you just showing off?
"Survive!!!"
All the soldiers, including the white soldiers, were infected by the heroic spirit emanating from Milutin.
No one could have imagined that the person who could boost their morale at this moment would be a woman.
But the absolute confidence emanating from the other person truly resonated with them.
A glimmer of hope suddenly rose from the depths of my heart, which had been filled with despair.
At that moment, everyone had the same thought.
If they could keep up with this woman, perhaps they could really create a miracle and leave this place alive.
"Great, let's set off a big firework to celebrate."
Listening to the soldiers' deafening roars.
A satisfied smile curved at the corners of Milutin's lips.
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
A crisp spark accompanied a fiery meteor shooting out.
The crimson shells streaked across the dark night like shooting stars.
The blinding flames instantly illuminated the entire night as bright as day, like a dazzling firework display...
Chapter Thirty-Five: The Dark Night Fire - Milutin's Past (Part Three)
The sound of bullets tearing through the air was like the maniacal laughter of death.
The shrapnel struck the ground, sparking blinding flashes of light.
A small team of only seven people traversed through the ruins.
Like Rat in the night, each one crouches low, trying to escape the light shining from all directions.
The sounds of explosions in the distance, like rolling thunder, showed no sign of stopping.
Milutin's earlier man-portable missile hit the ammunition pulled behind the jeep with perfect accuracy.
A violent explosion, accompanied by intense flames, shot into the sky.
The entire area within dozens of meters of the jeep was instantly engulfed in flames.
The 'dogs' that couldn't escape the blast radius were engulfed by the oncoming heat wave.
Some people had their hearts and throats pierced by debris from the explosion.
Large amounts of blood gushed out of their major arteries.
"Just like a bunch of panicked monkeys, look at the terrified expressions on their faces, hahaha."
The white man ran away while glancing back at the screeching 'monsters'.
This is the shitty end for you bunch of damn bastards.
A mongrel should act like a mongrel. Hurry up and go back to your mother's ass for another lesson, Asshole!
"They're idiots too. How could anyone blatantly place weapons and ammunition in such an easily hit spot?"
Another soldier glanced at the stray dogs frantically moving ammunition around.
A mocking smile appeared on his serious face.
Without excellent commanders and iron discipline, even the best weapons are useless to this group.
At best, they are just a mob.
Bang!
The muffled thud from the silencer echoed beneath their feet.
Nerves tightened instantly, and the two hurriedly looked toward the location of the gunshot.
"Have you forgotten what I just told you, soldiers?"
"I'm telling you to use every ounce of your strength to escape from here as quickly as possible, not to sit here leisurely chatting and watching the show."
"Those mutts will only be panicked for a short time. Before long, they will regroup and speed up their pursuit."
"This is a battlefield, not your backyard."
"If I see you fall behind again, I won't hesitate to send you to meet your dear God with two bullets right now."
A chilling killing intent flashed in his scarlet eyes.
The cold gaze was like two steel knives pressed against the necks of the two soldiers.
"I'm... I'm sorry..."
The two of them shuddered involuntarily when they saw Milutin's eyes, which were completely devoid of any emotion.
They exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads and murmured an apologetic murmur.
"There's an open area ahead. We need to cross it as fast as we can before they can react."
"Do you understand what I mean? Next, you need to push your physical limits and run to the wall two hundred meters ahead."
"If you run too slowly, you'll be met with bullets spitting fire, understand?"