C75 A person who is unable to see through

"Sigh!" Zhang Minghai let out a faint sigh. Zhou Ming had died, his eyes were filled with unwillingness, and the long dream of promotion had finally come to an end. He did not expect that he did not even leave behind a corpse, and being a ghost was already a good thing. In the end, all of this came down to that girl in red, Zhou Ming's heart was filled with hatred.

Zhao Hai came in front of Zhou Ming's corpse, extended his hand out to take a breath, and immediately exclaimed: "Hey! "He's really dead!"

"Mn, dead, from Zhou Ming's perspective, dying is truly an injustice! "It seems like in the future, sex is also the fatal point of a man!" Zhang Minghai lamented to himself.

When he said that, he was immediately refuted by Zhao Hai: "You're a man, yet you don't even understand this much. You're called a man, do you understand? "As the saying goes, even if a peony flower dies, it would still be disrespectful to be a ghost, no?"

"But he can't even be a ghost anymore, his life is boring. Don't tell me he has to continue being boring even if he were a ghost?" Zhang Minghai asked.

"This!" "This!" Zhao Hai immediately retorted, and placed his hands together, "You are quite right, but this is called pestering your way through, why do you follow everything else!"

Zhang Minghai immediately gave Zhao Hai a ruthless strike, causing Zhao Hai to constantly rub his head, as he shouted unhappily: "Damn, why are you hitting me? If you can't beat me up, then hit me, are you trying to be reasonable?! F * ck! "It hurts like hell!"

"Fist is the truth, and you're still talking about me. But you, you don't even know this truth, you know even a three year old child." Zhang Minghai had a look of despise on his face.

After Zhang Minghai said this, he paused for a moment before continuing to speak to Zhao Hai, "Send people to take Zhou Ming's corpse to the front lines and hang it on a big tree for me. Let's see if those soldiers of Mi Ke surrender!"

Zhao Hai's eyes lit up, "Mn, good idea! But I am afraid that when the time comes, we will stir up the anger of the soldiers of Mi Ke and let us fight to the death. At that time, our situation would be very bad! Zhao Hai said worriedly.

After hearing this, Zhang Minghai was silent for a moment as he thought whether he should do this or not. After a brief moment of consideration, Zhang Minghai decided to take the risk.

"You're right, but our situation right now is not looking good. Zhou Ming has already died in our hands, after knowing about it, Mi Ke will definitely not let this matter rest, so we have to grab the opportunity first, and take the risk. Let's do it this way, we'll take it one step at a time!" Zhang Minghai had already made his decision.

Zhao Hai laughed bitterly, "Alright! "I hope it is as you think!" After saying that, he turned around and walked out …

At 5 in the morning, at Ren Longfei's first line of defense, the tanks had already lost most of their use. All the soldiers carried their spears and went up to battle, Sun Fucheng's rear guard immediately reinforced Ren Longfei.

The air was filled with the thick smell of gunpowder. Ren Longfei held onto a German Type 54 Machine Gun, and violently swept it towards the darkness, then turned to look at Sun Fucheng who was reinforcements at the side. Ren Longfei made a 'thank you' gesture, revealing his 24 large front teeth as he laughed.

Right now, the commander that Mi Ke was hiring was Zhou Ming's aide directing the army's attack. He was walking back and forth in the temporary headquarters he had built, constantly looking at the watch on his wrist, his face full of anxiety.

Mi Ke's current strategy of hiring the troops was for the aide-de-camp to command a majority of the troops to feign attack, but the most impressive thing was that a Elite Armament that was led by Zhou Ming was like a knife, fiercely thrusting towards Europe and Africa's heart, but the appointed time for the feint had already passed, and Zhou Ming still did not return.

Zhou Ming's aide-de-camp was like an ant on a hot pan, walking back and forth anxiously, "Report!"

A Mi Ke soldier reported to the aide-de-camp, "How is it, did Captain Zhou have any news?" the aide asked anxiously.

"No, the person who was scouting for our captain hasn't come back yet!"

"Oh, I got it. Speak, what is it!" The aide-de-camp was just about to let go when he felt his heart tighten again.

"Reporting, aide-de-camp, the enemy's firepower is too strong. Originally, we wanted to go through the battle between the tanks and have a similar number of casualties on both sides, but now the number of fighters has increased instead of decreased. Our side has been fiercely suppressed and is unable to take a step forward!" "Report complete!"

The aide-de-camp was shocked, "Eh?!" "Is there really so many soldiers in Europe and Africa? How are the casualties in our army?"

"Reporting, aide-de-camp. Our troops have suffered heavy losses in terms of equipment and personnel. If we keep our accounts, three fifths of our soldiers are dead, and two-thirds of our tanks and equipment are damaged!"

"Report …" Suddenly, the voice of another soldier came out, the one who had gone to find out more about Zhou Ming had returned.

"Reporting, aide-de-camp. The team led by the captain was ambushed by a small group of enemies in the lake!"

"What's the situation!" the aide asked.

"All Mi Ke soldiers were killed, none of them were spared, the captain was not aware of where he went, and reported everything!"

The aide ruthlessly grabbed the soldier's collar, anger filling his eyes. "Go and search for the captain with all your might! Don't come back if you can't find him!"

"Yes!" Yes! "My men will go now!" The communicator hurriedly replied. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Report …!" The aide-de-camp heard the words and his heart skipped a beat. A heavy feeling of sadness gradually emerged from his heart.

"Reporting, aide-de-camp, something bad has happened. The enemy has captured our captain and is now tied to the top of a tree, begging us to surrender!"

Hearing that, the aide slapped the soldier hard in the face. "Pa!" The communicator was knocked senseless and he could feel golden stars shining in his eyes.

The aide-de-camp seemed to have been completely drained of his energy. His ass plopped to the ground, and everyone hurriedly helped the aide-de-de-camp to get up.

"Send my order, at all costs, kill all soldiers of Europe and Africa!"

"Then we won't care about the captain's safety anymore!"

The aide turned to ask the soldier, "How is the commander? Is he in danger?"

"Reporting to the aide-de-camp, it's too dark. His vision is blurry, and we don't know if he's alive or dead!"

Mi Ke's entire team still did not know that their captain had been killed by Zhang Minghai, but he was still sprawled on the ground, dodging the bullets. He kept throwing grenades, and after throwing them away, he immediately covered his head and laid down, afraid that he would be blown away by the bombs!

Through the binoculars, he looked in the direction the soldier pointed. In the dark night, with the light from the explosion, he could vaguely see that on top of a big tree, Zhou Ming was tied up to a tree, but when he looked again, he realized that there was no blood on his body, and he was slightly relieved.

Who knew that Zhou Ming was already dead? Even if he was beaten to death, he did not believe that Zhou Ming had died because he lost the most precious thing a man had.

At the position of the Europe and Africa, Ren Longfei asked as he saw Zhao Hai helping Zhou Ming's body stand on the tree trunk.

"Who did you help out on the tree?"

Zhao Hai said indifferently: "Mi Ke's tank captain, Zhou Ming!"

Hearing that, Ren Longfei gave Zhao Hai a big thumbs up, and said: "Impressive, I did not realize that you, Zhao Hai, are truly capable, to be able to capture Mi Ke's hired army this time with the highest commander in command, impressive, truly impressive!"

Zhao Hai's face instantly turned red from what he had said, and he immediately tried to defend himself: "Actually, I didn't catch Zhou Ming, but that devil Lin Shuya did!"

"Hey!" What was going on? "I knew it. Where did you, Zhao Hai, get such a great skill?"

Then, Zhao Hai explained how Zhou Ming had been caught by Lin Shuya …

Just as Zhao Hai was getting excited over Ren Longfei's lecture, Zhang Minghai's figure floated behind the two like the wind, gently patting Zhao Hai on the shoulder. Zhao Hai suddenly felt that someone was patting his shoulder, and casually patted down with force.

He yelled with dissatisfaction: "Go to the side! Don't you see I'm busy? Why are you messing around?" Then, without even turning his head, he continued speaking to Ren Longfei. But just as he wanted to ask Ren Longfei where he was, he saw Ren Longfei giving him meaningful glances.

"What are you doing? The corner of your eyes twitched!" "Yi, don't leave. If you leave, I'll go speak to someone. Ai, don't leave!" Zhao Hai saw Ren Longfei suddenly walk towards his position with his gun at the ready.

Looking at Ren Longfei's back, Zhao Hai scolded loudly, "Damn, what are you doing? I was just saying that you're going to run away halfway."

"Then go on and tell me!" As Zhao Hai was cursing, Zhang Minghai's voice suddenly sounded from behind him. Zhao Hai turned around and saw Zhang Minghai smiling at him from behind.

Looking at the smiling Zhang Minghai, Zhao Hai's entire body shivered. He immediately smiled apologetically: "Hehe, I did not want to speak nonsense at first, but Ren Longfei kept on pestering me to say what I wanted me to say."

Just as he was saying that, Zhang Ming Hai used a series of fierce kicks to quickly rush towards Zhao Hai, causing Zhao Hai to immediately run away with his feet full of oil. Zhang Ming Hai pointed at Zhao Hai who was running six or seven meters away and scolded: "Brat, if you're a man, come over here!"

Zhao Hai stopped and patted his chest, thinking that it was so dangerous. If not for the fact that he had been trained to be extremely fast and fast since he was young, he would have been kicked to the ground by Zhang Minghai a long time ago. Seeing that Zhang Minghai was still cursing at him, Zhao Hai made a grimace at Zhang Minghai, as if he couldn't grab hold of him, and wanted to see what Zhang Minghai would do.

"Hehe, we are not men in the past! Besides, if a man passed by, he would become a woman! Do you think I'm stupid! "Hee hee!" After Zhao Hai finished speaking, he quickly ran, only to see Zhang Minghai picking up a brick and throwing it towards Zhao Hai's direction.

"F * ck, this kid runs really fast!" Looking at the two parties that were still fighting, Zhang Minghai turned his head to look at Zhou Ming who was hanging on the tree. He could not help but shake his head, and then turned and walked towards the battlefield …

Sun Fucheng was currently hiding behind a destroyed tank, retaliating against the enemy with a piece of gauze wrapped around his arm, dyed red with blood. Even so, holding onto the Heavy Machine Gun that was a few kilograms was as easy as holding a poker.

"Hey, Sun Fucheng, how's the situation?!" The moment the voice came out, Sun Fucheng pointed the gun at the incoming person.

"Don't, don't shoot me!" Zhang Minghai hurriedly said.

Seeing that it was Zhang Minghai, Sun Fucheng heaved a sigh of relief: "It's so scary, I thought it was Mi Ke's man!"

"Tsk, you're a rank 4 mercenary, yet you're so cowardly!" Zhang Minghai said with a look of disdain.

Sun Fucheng leaned on the tank and took out half a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it up and took a drag, then turned to Zhang Minghai and said: "Boss, to be honest, I can't see through you anymore..."