"Sir, what do they do?"

A sergeant from Company C asked Azoufu for advice.

Azoufu was embarrassed, but at this moment, a sergeant shouted: "They are going to run!"

Then there was a burst of gunfire, and the eight prisoners fell into a pool of blood in a daze. Jon, who was beside him, just lit a cigarette. Seeing that the prisoner who had just gotten close to him had turned into a corpse, the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground involuntarily.

Zheng Yingqi looked indifferently at the soldiers whose gun was still radiating Yu Yan, but said nothing.

"I was thinking about how to deal with them, but I didn't expect them to run away, but I was just going to die." Azov muttered and gave a thumbs up to the several sergeants who had just opened the fire - they did a good job.

Jon said blankly: "They...they didn't run away."

The sergeants who had just fired the gun looked at Jon and their eyes became a little cold.

Zheng Yingqi stepped forward and kicked Jon to the ground, and said coldly: "If they hadn't fired, these prisoners would have taken your weapons by now! You have to thank them! Go and thank them!"

Jon was shocked and understood what Zheng Yingqi meant. He hurriedly went up to thank the soldiers. Zheng Yingqi went over and photographed several people. The meaning was self-evident. Faced with Zheng Yingqi's "friendliness", several soldiers accepted Jon's thanks.

"Private, don't treat your benefactor as your enemy in the future." Azov said meaningfully to Jon, then signaled everyone to carry the wounded away, put the wounded and the medical soldiers down one kilometer away from the battlefield, and then headed towards the village of Gsakony.

Jon walked in the middle of the team, facing the comfort of his comrades, he shook his head and said nothing. At this time, Jon realized what the soldiers emphasized during training:

This is war!

Dawn is far from here, the sky is still shrouded in the dark, and the flames are constantly blooming...

It looks like a devil's smile.
Chapter completed!