Chapter 59

his corpse was carried away by his team members.

So he didn't get the nameplate,

and it can only count as 13 kills.

On the supply convoy side,

the remaining team members waited for a little while,

and finally waited for Lu Shu to return with Zhang Ming and the three team members.

When they returned,

Su Mu clearly noticed that Lu Shu's mood had improved.

It was completely different from the look of wanting to kill whoever he saw when he rushed out just now.

Zhang Zhe explained in a low voice on the side,

"A battle resulted in a 9-kill increase."

"Calculated, it should be 1.8 million in commission."

"Excluding the 900,000 deducted, he earned an extra 900,000."

"How could he not be in a good mood..."

Su Mu also returned an admiring tone...

"I saw it in the barrage..."

"I heard he wiped out a team with one magazine and had one bullet left, right?"

"It's already been rated as a classic war scene by netizens."

And on the other side,

seeing Niya and the three successfully bring the captain back,

the other team members all breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Thank goodness,

the captain only lost his head for a little while this time.

In the eyes of the team members,

Lu Shu jumped onto the roof of the lead vehicle again and sat cross-legged,

changed the Sako TRG-42 in his hand to a brand-new magazine,

had a wild grass root he pulled from somewhere in his mouth,

and then gently patted the roof of the car,

"Let's go."

The two supply trucks, after a short pause,

finally started moving slowly again.

The corpses of the three unfortunate Batan soldiers who died

had already been packed up by the team members and placed at the back of the truck.

War,

there is no war without people dying.

As long as this truck of supplies can be successfully transported into Gasha City,

far more than three people can be saved.

An hour later,

just as the light was gradually rising on the horizon,

the two supply trucks, through a blockade gap that Batan had desperately opened,

slowly drove into Gasha City.

When the camera finally captured the scene inside Gasha City,

those broken ruins,

the buildings destroyed by artillery shells,

and the corpses covered with white cloth on the side of the road,

made the mood of the netizens in the live broadcast room heavy.

The supply trucks drove on the bumpy roads,

and the numb crowds on both sides of the street,

seeing the look of expectation and hope on their faces when they saw the supplies on the trucks,

made the netizens feel a wave of soreness in their hearts.

"Their eyes... it's like they saw hope."

"But this is only the supplies of two trucks!"

"Municipal water and electricity have all been cut off, they can only search for food in the ruins."

"Look, that man is still holding his daughter's corpse..."

"Wuwuwu! So pitiful."

"It turns out that war is actually not far away."

"Only when we see war do we know how hard-won the peace we have today is."

"Peace comes from strength!"

"Being able to live in a powerful country is really happy."

Lu Shu was still sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car,

quietly watching the ruins on both sides of the road,

with no expression in his eyes.

20 minutes later,

he led the supply convoy to a church location.

This is the temporary supply storage center set up in Gasha City,

and all supplies transported in will be stored here.

Lu Shu looked up and took a look,

it seems...

only 4 trucks came back?

"It's the supply trucks!!!"

"Great! Finally, two more supply trucks have returned!!"

Seeing Lu Shu bring two supply trucks over,

the people here at the church were excited and sad.

A guy wearing a dirty official uniform ran over staggeringly.

Shaking Lu Shu's hand,

his tone was very excited.

"Thank you so much!"

"I thought no more supply trucks would be able to return tonight."

"12 supply truck teams, plus yours, only 3 teams were able to return..."

This Batan temporary supply dispatch chairman named Gahar,

was so excited that his eyes were even a little red.

"Batan will be grateful for everything you have done."

"Go register quickly."

"We will pay you the commission for this time immediately!"

The two supply trucks had already been taken over by Batan people,

and Lu Shu, in the capacity of the captain of the Silver Snake Mercenary Group,

went to register.

Then he quickly received the mission commission for this time.

Successfully escorted supplies into the city,

commission settled at 2 million.

Killed mercenaries from the hostile camp,

commission settled at 2.6 million,

minus 900,000,

this trip the Silver Snake Mercenary Group had a net income of 3.7 million dollars!

The commission had already been transferred to the international account provided by Lu Shu on the spot.

For this kind of "Party A"

that pays in real-time as long as the mission is completed,

he was very satisfied.

He glanced at the time,

7 o'clock in the morning,

equivalent to working all night,

the team members were also a bit tired.

Lu Shu waved his hand.

"Let's rest for a while."

"Don't cause any trouble, gather at 5 o'clock in the afternoon."

"I have something to say."

After receiving his stance,

the tense emotions of the team members completely relaxed,

and they went in groups of two or three to find a place to rest.

During the rest period, team members don't necessarily have to be together,

they can do whatever they want.

And after the team members left,

Lu Shu also walked casually on the dilapidated street,

it's just that he was thinking about a problem in his mind.

"Transporting supplies one trip at a time is too inefficient."

"Need to change the way of thinking."

Chapter 057: Insufficient Firepower? Robbing a Military Base is Enough!

Rob a military base.

On the dilapidated street,

Lu Shu walked in silence,

among the members of the Silver Snake Mercenary Group,

only Niya was by his side,

it's just that Niya knew what Lu Shu was thinking about,

so she didn't disturb him quietly.

The passersby on both sides of the street,

when they saw the equipment on them,

didn't have much emotion in their eyes.

Walking to a small building that had been half-collapsed by artillery shells,

Lu Shu jumped a few times in the ruins,

then climbed to the roof of the small building,

lay down on the spot, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Zhang Zhe, Su Mu, and the photographer,

originally planned to go to the roof too,

but were stopped by Niya.

"The captain should be thinking about something."

"We'd better not disturb him."

So the few of them found half a room on the second floor to rest on the spot.

Because they had been active for almost the entire night,

everyone was physically and mentally exhausted.

Even sitting against the wall,

they soon fell asleep.

Su Mu didn't feel sleepy,

so before Zhang Zhe fell asleep,

she took the portable camera from his hand.

Casually filming the ruin-like scene outside the street.

"Here, have a piece of chewing gum."

"It can relieve your tension."

Su Mu turned her head to look,

Niya was smiling and handing over a piece of chewing gum.

"Thank you."

Su Mu said thank you,

and after unwrapping the chewing gum, she began to chew slowly,

the taste was different from the usual ones,

probably some kind of special military supply.

Looking at this foreign woman beside her who was actually very beautiful,

Su Mu asked curiously in a low voice.

"Why be a mercenary?"

"I mean..."

"This is actually very dangerous, right."

Niya, with long flame-colored hair, nodded with a smile,

the smile on her face was indeed very beautiful.

"Of course it's dangerous!"

"But actually, it's this kind of danger that fascinates me deeply."

"Compared to an unchanging life,"

"perhaps I am more suited for adventure."

Hearing this answer,

Su Mu was silent for a while,

some people struggle to death in life,

some people bloom brilliantly in life.

Just like if it weren't for the filming of this program,

if it weren't for the accidental finding of Lu Shu as the protagonist.

She might never have appeared on such a battlefield in her life.

"Hehe."

Niya suddenly laughed,

and glanced at the roof,

following the bombed-out roof,