Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 991 The Battle for Water
Song Heping fell silent.

He took a deep breath of the cold, deathly air, as if trying to channel his last bit of strength into his limbs and bones.

Then, like a black panther that has spotted its prey, he leaped up from the ridge of the dune!

"kill--!!!"

That roar was like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years suddenly erupting, carrying the bloody smell of tearing throats and boundless violence, and smashing the noisy and chaotic sound waves in the sand valley!

It is no longer a human cry, but a death knell announcing death!
More than 130 silent, hungry wolves erupted from the cold shadows of the sand dunes, from the crevices of the rocks, and from every place they could hide the moment their leader gave the charge!

They are no longer human, but killing machines driven out of thirst and death!
On the left wing, Calamity Star led fifty men, like a black tide, silently yet swiftly rushing towards the valley entrance.

As Song Heping roared, they appeared like ghosts near the stuck pickup truck.

The calamity was the fastest; he moved like a black lightning bolt flying close to the ground, instantly swooping down a GNA soldier who had his back to him.

He didn't even use a gun. His left hand covered the other man's mouth and nose tightly like an iron clamp, while his right hand, holding a fighting knife in reverse, stabbed it hard into the side of his neck, all the way to the hilt!

Hot blood sprayed into the cold air, creating a brief trail of dark red mist. Without pausing, the Calamity drew his dagger, leaving the corpse slumped over. His gaze was already locked on his next target—a machine gunner who was looking around blankly, trying to figure out the source of the roar.

He lunged forward like a cheetah, and before the other could turn his gun in terror, his dagger, gleaming with the cold light of death, precisely pierced the opponent's unprotected throat!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

A piercing, distorted scream finally ripped through the night sky.

late!

too late!
The left wing, led by the jinx, cut into solidified butter like a red-hot knife.

Fifty Haftar soldiers, their throats rumbling with beastly growls, charged into the chaotic GNA horde, assault rifles of various models in hand.

They don't care about aiming; they only care about reaping lives as quickly and ruthlessly as possible!
Gunshots rang out!

The magazine was soon emptied.

They collided face-to-face before they even had time to change their magazines.

Everyone started using every tool they could to kill the other—knives, guns, even shovels and gun butts!

Bayonets plunged into soft abdomens and churned violently; entrenching tools cleaved skulls with a dull thud; machetes drew deadly arcs in the firelight, severing arms that tried to block; some even pounced on enemies, biting their throats with their teeth!

Blood, fragments of internal organs, brain matter, and a bloodcurdling scream that was so shrill it was inhuman exploded at the entrance of the valley!

The pungent, nauseating stench of blood surged forth like a tangible wave, suddenly overwhelming the icy chill of the desert!

On the right wing, Wrench's actions were equally swift and decisive.

As Song Heping roared, he and the thirty soldiers he led pounced on the pickup truck piled with water bags, like sharks smelling blood.

The GNA soldiers guarding the area were completely stunned by the sudden attack from the flank and rear.

"Wrench" fired first with his assault rifle, a short burst!

Da da da!
The piercing gunshots rang out at close range, and a soldier who was bending down to grab a water bag had several bursts of blood on his back instantly, screaming as he collapsed onto the water bag.

Another guard frantically raised his gun, but Wrench was already upon him, slamming the butt of his rifle into his face! A clear cracking sound of bone breaking accompanied a scream of agony. Wrench didn't even glance at the fallen enemy, kicking the corpse aside and lunging towards the pile of water bags, shielding it with his body while his rifle spat fire, mowing down any enemy who tried to approach.

The soldiers around him quickly formed a semicircle, using their bodies and bullets to build a blood and flesh dam, desperately protecting this water source that was more important than life itself!
The bullets struck the pickup truck with a clanging sound, scattering sparks.

The wrenchman's cheek was cut open by flying shrapnel, and blood was flowing freely, but he was completely unaware of it. His eyes were like those of a fierce beast protecting its cubs, with only an absolute possessiveness for the water source!
front!

Song Heping descended like a demon! He charged at the forefront, each time he raised his assault rifle, a spray of hot blood appeared!
The magazine was emptied quickly.

Just as a GNA underling trying to stop the resistance raised his pistol to aim, Song Heping's figure had already pounced into his arms like a ghost, the heavy blade of the Mad Dog tactical knife carrying all his strength, thrusting upwards!

Crack! A clear sound of bone breaking!
The underling's chin, upper jaw, and tongue were instantly skewered like a barbecue skewer!

The gushing blood, like a fountain, splattered all over Song Heping's head and face!

The scalding, rusty liquid instantly blurred his vision, but he didn't stop or even wipe it away. Relying on his instincts, he twisted the blade in one smooth motion!
puff!

The other person's body went limp and collapsed.

"Water! Kill them all! The water is ours!"

Song Heping roared, his voice completely muffled by blood, but his overwhelming killing intent was like a real shockwave, crashing into the chests of every one of his own soldiers!

"Water! Water!"

More than a hundred thirsty soldiers had their bestial instincts ignited deep within their souls by their leader’s rage and bloodshed!
They saw nothing but the enemy, and the water bottle hanging on the enemy's body!
They were like demons crawling out of hell, in groups of three or five, frantically pouncing on any figure wearing GNA uniforms!
A young Haftar soldier, his eyes bloodshot from thirst, stared intently at the half-full water bottle dangling from the waist of a GNA soldier.

He completely ignored the bayonet thrust at him, letting the cold blade pierce his shoulder blade! The excruciating pain only fueled his ferocity!
He let out a howl that was not human, and lunged forward with all his might, his hands gripping the other man's neck tightly like iron clamps, and slamming his forehead hard into the other man's face!

a bit!
Twice!

Three times!

The dull thud of bones breaking made my teeth ache!
Only when the other person was completely limp did he release his blood-stained hand, tear off the blood-stained water bottle, unscrew the cap, and greedily and recklessly pour the water mixed with blood and foam into his almost burning throat!

"Enjoyed!"

The cool liquid flowed down his burning esophagus, bringing a near-spasmodic pleasure that made him let out a beast-like growl!
In another corner, several Haftar soldiers surrounded a GNA soldier who was trying to surrender and had his hands raised.

"Water! Hand over the kettle!"

An old soldier roared, his bayonet pressed against the other man's chest.

The GNA soldier, in a panic, untied his water bottle and threw it over.

The soldier grabbed it, unscrewed it, and took a swig. His face lit up with ecstasy, but he didn't stop!

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he plunged the bayonet into the man's heart!
"For insurance purposes!"

He grinned maliciously, pulled out his bayonet, wiped it on the corpse's clothes, and pounced on his next target.

Kill!
Pure, primitive slaughter for survival resources!
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