Under the moonlight

Chapter 170 The Final Battle

Vala held his breath, his mind racing. They had taken a large amount of ammunition from the mercenaries. They hadn't carried many bullets when they were in the shed area, and after the two waves of gunfire, they should have very few bullets left. The most troublesome thing was the tanks; as long as they had the tanks, there was no way to take them all down.

When he opened his eyes again, Vala's gaze was firm and bright. He glanced at the mercenaries on the tower through the crack. They looked around leisurely as if they were waiting for their prey to come to them. In the previous burst of gunfire, quite a few people had been hit.

Continuing like this is not a solution.

Saudi Arabia had the same idea as Wala; he didn't have time to waste here.

"Friends, it's time to end this. I've been playing with you for too long." After saying that, he suddenly took out his gun and shot Xu Ao in the left shoulder. At such close range, Xu Ao was thrown off the tank, and his left shoulder was quickly stained with blood. Xu Ao curled up on the ground in pain, tightly clutching his wound.

“Goodbye, friend, I will miss you.” Saudi Arabia raised his gun, this time aiming it at Xu Ao’s head.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Three gunshots rang out, followed by Saudi Arabia's painful scream, "Ah! My hand!" Wala stood up from behind the cover behind him and fired at Saudi Arabia's gun-wielding hand, firing three shots in quick succession, the last one hitting him.

"Damn it! Quick, kill them!" They thought they had intimidated these people and had let their guard down, but they were caught off guard again. This time, not only Saudi Arabia, but also other mercenaries had entered a frenzied revenge mode without Saudi Arabia's orders.

They fired indiscriminately at their surroundings while simultaneously driving their tanks toward the location where Vara had been. At this point, they had no tactics or strategies left; neither people nor rocks were of any use under the crushing weight of their tanks.

After firing, Vara jogged toward Xu Ao. Zhao Meng knew what he was going to do, so he immediately stood up and fired at the mercenaries on the tank to attract their attention. Li Shuo took this opportunity to help Vara pull Xu Ao over.

Looking at Xu Ao, who had fallen into a coma, Zhao Meng glanced at Wala and Li Shuo and said solemnly, "Find a way to run out of their bullets so we don't have to hide anymore. Tanks are scary, but they move slowly."

Vala nodded in agreement, leaving one person to look after Xu Ao, while Zhao Meng and Li Shuo provided cover. Vala was responsible for the attack, and with their coordinated efforts, they managed to hit quite a few mercenaries. Now, there were fewer and fewer mercenaries on the tank, and they gradually realized that these people were not so easily intimidated or scared off by their threats, and were still resisting.

As the inky black night sky gradually faded into azure, Saudi Arabia cursed under his breath and grabbed the mercenary driving the tank, preparing to raze the area to the ground.

Anger can easily make people lose their minds, just like in Saudi Arabia now.

He drove the tank as if it were driven by his rage, moving much faster and charging straight towards everything in sight. Several people nearly lost their way and were turned into mincemeat. Watching the people on the ground scatter in all directions, the mercenaries on the tank raised their guns, ready to enjoy a killing spree. But just as they confidently pulled the trigger, an untimely "click" extinguished their fury.

Zhao Meng and his men had been waiting for this moment. Vala shouted, "They're out of bullets! Just get out of the tanks and kill them all!"

Those who had been hiding suddenly perked up upon hearing this and stepped forward one by one. The mercenaries on the tanks instinctively shrank back, only to find that under Saudi Arabia's frenzied driving, they were lucky to even stand. Saudi Arabia, who had been facing Wala and his men, turned sharply upon hearing Wala's voice and charged straight at them.

"3, 2, 1, begin firing!" With Zhao Meng's command, they began to fire wildly at the mercenaries on the tank, just like before. The only difference was that these mercenaries were no different from live targets. Without weapons and cover, even if the marksmanship was terrible, it was lucky if anyone didn't get hit by the fire. Obviously, God is fair, and the wicked have no good luck.

"Run!" Zhao Meng shouted, and everyone quickly ran in different directions. Just as he said, the heavy tank was like an angry elephant, helplessly furious as it watched the people scatter and flee in front of it.

Saudi Arabia, inside the tank, was blinded by rage and didn't care about the lives of the other mercenaries. As long as he could leave alive, the reward would be his. So, he kept a close eye on Zhao Meng and his group.

Seeing the tank getting closer and closer behind him, Zhao Meng dodged into a nearby building. But this was no problem for Sha Te. He pushed aside the building blocking his way and his massive body charged straight in. Zhao Meng, who was hiding in front, looked at the tank that followed him in and a sly smile appeared on his face. He had fallen for the trap!

At this moment, Li Shuo and Wala, supporting Xu Ao, hid next to Zhao Meng. As soon as Saudi Arabia saw Xu Ao's eyes, he stared intently at them. "Very good, Xu Ao, your friends are as brave as you, so let's die together!" Then, regardless of where he was, he drove the tank forward madly. As he got closer and closer to them, he could almost feel the sensation of bones shattering and blood splattering as the tracks crushed their bodies. But just inches away, the tank stopped.

Saudi Arabia could feel the tracks still turning, but the tank couldn't move forward. He looked at the mocking smiles on the faces of the men in front of him. Although he was angry, he was still reasonable. If he went out like this, he would definitely die at their hands. Even if the international rescue organization arrived, they couldn't do anything to him. As long as he was alive, money was meaningless.

Saudi Arabia looked at Xu Ao, who was hanging his head and unconscious, and the men around him. He began to drive the tank backward, trying to get out, but the tank seemed to be stuck inside, and no matter how he turned it, he could not move forward an inch.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" The furious Saudi had never imagined that he would be driven into a corner by a few ordinary people.

"Hey, what do you think he's doing in there? Why doesn't he come out?" Li Shuo asked Zhao Meng as he watched the tank stop struggling.

"They're probably greeting our parents!" Zhao Meng chuckled.

"Oh, he really has no manners. Why didn't he say it to my face? I'll have to return the favor." Li Shuo said, raising the gun in his hand.

Vara didn't care about their thoughts. Seeing that the tank was temporarily unable to move, he urged them to go out quickly. Zhao Meng and Li Shuo helped Xu Ao outside and gathered the others together to check on everyone's condition.

"How is everyone? Are they all alright?" Zhao Meng and Li Shuo walked out of the building and asked Wala.

"Well, it's alright, but a few who were shot need to be taken to the hospital immediately, including him." Vara looked at Xu Ao, who was still unconscious. Saudi Arabia was right; he was indeed a very brave man.

Zhao Meng glanced at Xu Ao, then frowned and looked around at the mercenaries scattered all over the ground. Even those who weren't dead were in much the same boat as them, shot and bleeding heavily, lying on the ground one by one.

He looked into the distance again, where the sea had already brightened, like a lamp lit on the horizon, but the sea was still calm, as if it were still asleep. The world's light had been lit, but what about their hope?

“Li Shuo and I will take Xu Ao to the embassy first, and you can follow behind. Watch out for that Saudi guy. The tank is stuck right now, and the entrance above is also blocked by falling rocks. But he should be a very cunning person. He might try to escape when you're not paying attention in order to get the reward. We can't let him get away this time.”

"Don't worry, I'll keep a close eye on him until he gets the punishment he deserves." Wala squinted at the tank stuck in the middle of the building, unable to move, and sneered. He could imagine that Saudi Arabia inside must be very anxious right now.

Zhao Meng knew that they hated the mercenaries more than they did, so he said no more. He and a few wounded men prepared to return to the embassy. This battle was not a failure for them. If casualties could bring lasting peace and tranquility, many people would be willing to sacrifice their lives, regardless of nationality or skin color.

They walked in silence, no one speaking. Xu Ao woke up midway, but excessive blood loss left him disoriented. Looking at Zhao Meng's worried face, Zhao Meng thought, "Won't this damage his brain? And the injuries on his back are mainly concentrated in the middle of his spine... what will happen after this?" Zhao Meng sighed inwardly, pulling Xu Ao's arm closer to his neck. "Kid, you have to hold on. Huang Meng is waiting for you! You can't let her down!"

He intended to use this to encourage Xu Ao, but Xu Ao weakly replied, "Even if she is disappointed in me, she won't have any hope for you. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Ha, even at a time like this, you're still thinking about winning or losing. Brother, when you bravely stood in front of the mercenaries, that's how I saw you, you know!" Li Shuo freed one hand and gave Xu Ao a thumbs up.

"Okay, that's all." Xu Ao opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at it, then lowered his head weakly again.

"Alright, enough nonsense. Think about how you're going to explain this to Huang Meng when you get back. You've gotten yourself into this state." Zhao Meng's heavy mood eased a little when he saw Xu Ao still in the mood to joke.

"Okay, I'll tell you in a bit..."

"What is that?" Xu Ao was interrupted by the person behind him. He spoke in S language. Li Shuo instinctively turned around to look at him, but Zhao Meng understood what he meant. He looked up and looked around before finally seeing what he was talking about.

On the shimmering silver sea, a ship is sailing towards us...