A Mercenary’s War

Chapter 798 Stop It Early

Gao Yang thinks that his heart is hard enough and his hands are cruel enough. In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that he kills people like crazy.

But for some reason, Gao Yang felt sad when he saw the old Tuareg man sitting in waist-deep water.

An old man with almost white beard and hair was holding the fallen veil in one hand and trying to keep it on his face, and rowing 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 up to the ground? I don't like water, and I don't want to die in the water."

The feeling of being a hero in his twilight years is not very pleasant.

The old fox may not be a hero, but he is a veteran, and a very good 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 developing a feeling of heroism towards the old fox. They are all small people, but small people also have feelings.

Gao Yang originally wanted to shoot the old fox, but looking at the old fox's appearance, he couldn't do it. Of course, he and the old fox were still enemies, but he could give the old fox a decent death.

Sighing, Gao Yang nodded and said in a deep voice: "You can come up, but where is the other person?"

The old man's body was trembling so much that he couldn't move, and although the position where Gao Yang hit him was not fatal immediately, it was enough to prevent him from moving smoothly. After taking two steps forward, the old fox couldn't stay standing, and it was impossible to turn back. Go to shore.

After helplessly stopping in the water, the old man shook his head and said: "Don't worry, the war is over. The other person has left. I let him go. My eldest son used his death to let us leave." house, but I failed to kill you, so I let my youngest son go, yes, the only one alive around me is my youngest son, he has left."

Gao Yang was silent for a moment and said: "Among the old men I have ever seen, you are the most powerful one. 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 from the tribe, yes, I hate you very much, I hate you to the core, but, I I also respect you very much. You are young, but you are so powerful. I have been fighting for many years. You are the most powerful guy I have ever seen. So I have to admit that I hate you, but I also admire you. Die in In your hands, I have nothing to say.”

Gao Yang breathed a sigh of relief and said: "You are a respectable opponent. I want to give you a decent death. Tell me, what do you want?"

The old man smiled and said,

After saying something that Gao Yang couldn't understand, he said tremblingly: "I can't say it in English as a saying from my hometown. It 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 I don’t want to die in the water, so please help me and get me to the shore.”

Gao Yang thought for a while and said, "Yes, I can bring you up, or I can put a veil on your face, but please don't use any tricks. I think you know what the consequences will be."

The old fox bowed slightly to Gao Yang and said, "Thank you, you are really a respectable opponent."

Gao Yang said to Cousteau beside him: "Help me get him out of the water, be careful. I think he won't do anything, but you still have to be careful."

Cousteau got into the water without saying a word, and Gao Yang raised his gun nervously. If the old fox planned to play any tricks, such as suddenly pulling out a knife or something, 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 dying, he no longer had the strength.

After the old fox was dragged ashore, he lay on the ground. After taking a few breaths of satisfaction, he said to Gao Yang: "I want to ask you something. I know you have the ability to follow the traces left by a person and find him. Let him go." Pass my son, let him go, don't chase him, you want the diamond here, you have already got it, please let him go, okay?"

Gao Yang knelt down next to the old fox, held up his head with one hand, and put the veil back on the old fox's face.

With the wet veil covering his face, the old fox's voice was a little muffled, but he said in a very pleasant tone: "Thank you very much, this makes me feel much more comfortable."

Gao Yang said in a deep voice: "The one who left was your son, right? I don't have time to chase him. If he doesn't come back, nothing will happen. But if he wants to be an Avenger, it's not me. It’s under control.”

The old fox sighed and said: "No, he won't come back. He will return to our tribe with money. There are no men left in our tribe. He has to stay in the tribe, not to mention that we can't make any money." Sir, there is no need for him to be a mercenary anymore."

Gao Yang thought for a while and said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

The old fox shook his head and said: "Besides saying thank you, there is nothing else to do. Alas, I am old. I should stay in the tribe, but I am used to wandering. I have been fighting for too long. For a long time, war has become my instinct. My tribe and my family can no longer tie me down. I had known that I would definitely have such a day. Being able to die in the hands of a respectable enemy is better than being killed by a landmine. .”

The old fox said he had nothing to say, but he said a lot more, but Gao Yang really didn't mind letting an old man say a few more words before he died. After hearing what the old fox said, Gao Yang also said with emotion: "As an employee, Soldier, death on the battlefield seems to be an inevitable outcome. Many people have been destined for this fate from the first day they became mercenaries. In addition, as a mercenary, you have lived long enough."

The old fox smiled and said: "I started fighting with my father when I was fourteen. I am fifty-four years old this year. I have lived on the battlefield for so many years. I am really lucky."

Gao Yang shrugged and said, "Are you only fifty-four years old? Looking at you, I thought you were at least sixty-four years old."

"No way, I look older."

"It does look old, but it's normal. The life of a mercenary will indeed accelerate aging."

"I thought about it and I do have one last request."

"explain."

"Can you take my gun out of the water and give it to me? I am from the desert, and my gun is also a gun from the desert. I don't think it wants to rot in the water. I have used it since the beginning of the war. If you hold it, can you put the gun next to me after I die?"

Gao Yang nodded and said, "Okay. Also, do you want me to bury you?"

"Of course, it's better to be buried than to be eaten by bugs. If you are willing to bury me, I would be grateful!"

Gao Yang said to Cousteau: "Go and fish out his gun from the water."

Cousteau went into the water again. After touching a few guns in the water, he raised a gun that was full of mud. He rinsed it in the water and washed off all the mud on the gun. Then Cousteau returned. When he reached the shore, he handed the gun to Gao Yang.

Gao Yang took the old gun that was dripping with water. After taking a look at it, he turned off the safety and shook the gun hard. After shaking almost all the water inside, he placed the gun horizontally on the old fox's chest. .

The old fox held his gun with both hands, hugged it tightly to his chest, and said in a very satisfied tone: "Great, I didn't expect you to give it to me while I was still alive. Thank you. Since you are so generous and will bury me, I will not curse you, although my hatred for you will not weaken a little."

Gao Yang pointed to the old fox's gun and said, "You don't really use a gun for forty years, do you?"

The old fox said proudly: "That's right, in forty years, except for replacing the recoil spring, this gun has not been touched anywhere else, and it has never let me down."

Gao Yang frowned and said, "The rifling has been worn away. Can it still be shot accurately?"

"The rifling is basically gone, and it is considered a smoothbore gun. The bullets fly randomly once it reaches a hundred meters away, but the power actually becomes stronger, because I found that the bullets sometimes hit people sideways, and those who were shot died faster. , I’m not very good at hitting distant targets, so it doesn’t matter to me if I can’t hit the target accurately if the distance is a little further.”

Gao Yangba slapped his mouth and said: "You're cruel, this is the first time I've heard of someone willing to use this kind of gun."

"There is no way. If war has become my habit, then using this gun to fight in war is my instinct. You should understand."

"Yes, I understand. I probably will never replace my gun in this life, but fortunately, my gun is very strong, very, very powerful. It is the pinnacle of gun manufacturing in the world. It is a gun. The result of craftsmanship and the highest technology, I think even if I use it for decades, the accuracy of my gun will not decrease. How about it, it’s awesome!”

"Oh, oh, I don't quite understand. I'm already behind the times. I don't know much about the high-tech gadgets people use nowadays. But your gun sounds really powerful. You're so lucky to have a good gun. , my gun used to be very good, the accuracy was not as good as the AK47, but it was just like me, too old."

"Yes, guns will age like people, but I don't want to show off, but my gun may still be the same as the one it was just made even when I am too old to walk. By the way, my gun is called Satan's Gun. Blade, where’s yours?”

Gao Yang originally wanted to give the old fox a shot, which would end his pain, but seeing that the old fox seemed to be talking very sexually, he continued talking to the old fox as if he were chatting with an old friend, but the old fox became more and more He was getting weaker and weaker, and he no longer had the strength to speak.

"You named your gun? I didn't. I didn't name my gun. Well, judging from your appearance and style, I guess you are also a mercenary."

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

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

After finishing speaking, the old fox hugged the gun tighter again, swallowed, closed his eyes and said quietly: "Stop it earlier..." R1152 ( )

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