The next moment, Lei Zhan, his eyes red, roared in a low voice, "Kill them all for me! If we all fall, we'll meet again in the next life!"
"Yes!"
Several resolute voices came from different directions, and eight blood-stained figures instantly stood up again and charged forward.
Kill!
Those who charged forward unleashed a fierce killing intent, like ferocious beasts. As they ran, their firearms spat fire.
Da da da...
In their charge, they continuously aimed and fired, wanting to kill one more pirate before being hit by bullets.
At this moment, they had only one conviction: the pirates were not dead, the hostages were not rescued, they could not fall.
Da da da...
Intense gunfire erupted again, with bullets whistling towards the pirates opposite.
Lei Zhan and his men were determined to hold their ground, vowing not to let a single pirate get close.
Under their fierce assault, pirates fell one after another. Amidst the smoke-filled Asliya Island, the quietest place was the cage where the hostages were held.
At this moment, all the crew members, regardless of origin, male or female, who were huddled in the cages, saw the blood-red figures still charging and firing in front of them, and their eyes welled up with tears again.
Among the hostages were a few foreigners. When they witnessed this scene, their eyes were filled with disbelief. They simply couldn't understand why these soldiers were so fearless of death.
They had seen soldiers from many countries, but never soldiers like these.
When soldiers from other countries rescued hostages, they would protect them to the best of their ability. However, once the situation exceeded their capabilities, when they felt helpless, they would directly choose to abandon the hostages and not put themselves in danger.
But...
In a situation like this, using their flesh and blood to block bullets to protect hostages was something that would never happen with soldiers from other countries.
A foreigner watched this scene and murmured, "Why can they do this? Do they think the hostages' lives are more important than their own?"
"It's hard to understand, but I'm truly moved by such actions. It's a pity I'm not from Yan Guo. If our country's soldiers were like this, our society wouldn't be so cold. It's a shame our country is different from theirs."
"The citizens of Yan Guo are too fortunate. I truly envy them, for they have soldiers who care for them even more than themselves."
The foreigner spoke with a face full of helplessness and bitterness.
Their own country had always boasted about how friendly it was to its citizens, claiming to have excellent welfare and treatment. But in reality, they only collected expensive taxes from them every year. When they fell ill or encountered danger, they were told they could only rely on themselves, for society was a dog-eat-dog world.
Indeed, there is no comparison without harm.
Now, they finally understood why Yan Guo had developed so rapidly, why its influence in the world was growing, and why they loved their country so much.
Since the country valued them so much, how could they not love their country?
Just like the soldiers of Yan Guo, they would sacrifice anything, even their own lives, to protect their country's citizens. This was the spirit of Yan Guo's soldiers.
Their faith was loyalty to the motherland and the people. They fought for their faith, sacrificed for their mission, and were willing to give everything for the country and its people. While writing heroic chapters, they also showcased their country's pride, and they represented their country's image.
On the other side.
"Kill!"
"Don't let them charge!"
At this moment, Lei Zhan, Wang Yanbing, and the others seemed to have no sense of pain. Their minds were filled with only one thought: to hold this place, to ensure not a single hostage was harmed.
Blood dripped from their arms, torsos, and legs onto the ground, yet they acted as if they felt nothing, continuing to fight bravely.
Seeing this situation, all the hostages' eyes turned red, and their eyes were filled with tears.
At this moment, they all wished they could pick up a gun and fight the pirates to the death, perhaps to lessen the burden on those great and lovable people.
However, they lacked the ability. They could only hide behind their protectors, only watching them block bullets for them.
Bang bang bang...
At this moment, the sounds of sniper rifle shots echoed in the darkness. A black figure, like a specter in the night, charged forward. Every shot they fired took the life of one or two pirates.
Pow!
A bullet pierced a pirate's skull, his head instantly exploding, spraying blood everywhere.
A third of the pirate's head was gone. His body managed to take a few more steps before crashing to the ground.
He had died a truly gruesome death.
The surrounding pirates, witnessing this, felt a chill run down their spines, as if death itself was looming above them, ready to claim their lives at any moment.
This feeling was driving the surrounding pirates to the brink of collapse.
They wanted to retaliate, but they couldn't even locate the enemy. How could they fight?
This was the most terrifying part.
"Where are our snipers? Why aren't they taking them down?"
"Fuck! If this continues, we'll all die!"
"Bastards! Where are they!"
"..."
The pirates began to panic. The constant elimination of their comrades by the snipers was creating immense pressure.
Although the pirates were desperate criminals, who would want to die?
Especially in this situation, where death would almost be in vain.
Therefore, the pirates now cowered, afraid to show themselves.
Suddenly, a minor leader seemed to have an idea and immediately urged his subordinates, "Quick, attack the hostages! These people are definitely after the hostages!"
The others immediately understood and shouted in unison:
"Right, get to the hostages!"
"There's only one sniper, there's no need to be afraid!"
"Hurry..."
At the leader's command, the pirates, who had been hiding, cautiously began to move again, using various cover to slowly advance towards the hostages.
In the darkness, the one harvesting the lives of pirates in the most terrifying way was Qin Feng.
When he saw the armored vehicle suddenly explode earlier, his face had instantly turned extremely grim.
Given the terrifying scale of the explosion, it was certain that members of the Dark Night and Thunder Assault teams, in order to protect their comrades, must have sustained injuries, or even casualties!
Qin Feng did not want to see any of his brothers die!
These were his brothers!