Chapter 1688: Distressed Jedi

Letta City, a capital city that was originally quite large, is now in a fierce battle. ? From two days ago, this began to be shelled by the Anmor rebels. "Boom!!!" Another explosion sounded without warning. The splashed concrete fragments and the powder of brick mud fell from the air, and it was scattered everywhere.
The locals squeezed into the gaps between air-raid shelters and bombed buildings like mice, and built a kind of shack with bricks, wood, cardboard, and metal pieces picked from the ruins. The occasional groans and weeping in the ruined walls are the signs of people's crowded residences.
The dilapidated hospital was crowded with wounded soldiers who screamed for lack of painkillers, blind for both days, with broken arms and legs, and bruised, hideous, and blood-stained people who were burned by . They were the victims of the last battle. But for now, they are considered lucky. At least they returned to the hospital from the line of fire alive.
From the southeast of Anmore to the city closer to the west, in the trenches, under the rubble, in the grass and the desert, the bodies of the dead were lying everywhere. Some have just died, some are rotten and smelly. Among them, some have no graves, no tombstones, or even a simple mark. No one knows their names, where they come from, or who will cry for them. Because they are all mercenaries.
After the shelling, Peng Lefeng struggled to get out of the bunker. Bringing a few brothers to the street, they can finally take a breath. Peng Lefeng hesitated again and again, but took out the only cigarette from the crumpled cigarette case and held it at the corner of his mouth.
"Come on, Lao Peng, you don't want to smoke it." A mercenary smiled. "That cigarette has been in your arms for almost a week."
Peng Lefeng glanced at him, lit the cigarette with a lighter, and mocked, "I still have to smoke it. Because I have seen you staring at it for almost a week. If I hang up someday, maybe you guys are the first One thing to do is to find this cigarette from me."
"How can you think of me that way?" The mercenary sighed, "I thought we were brothers." But he changed his words, "Since you are a brother, it is right for me to inherit your inheritance."
"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Peng Lefeng grabbed the cigarette in his mouth and threw it at him.
The mercenary caught half of the cigarette with both hands, took a puff, and then returned it to him, "This is the brother, but Lao Peng, do you think we can survive it?"
Peng Lefeng shook his head with a cigarette in his mouth, "I don't know. I don't want to know!"
The city is besieged and the supply is insufficient, so even food is rationed. There are some black women in the street, waiting in long lines to receive rations. The child is so thin that only skin and bones are left, and there is absolutely no cuteness. The calorie of food per person per day is less than half of that before the war, and even this amount of food is declining, sometimes simply not getting it.
Medicines are now more scarce than food. Hunger and disease knock people to the ground like bullets, and infectious diseases pounce from this ruin to that ruin like a locust. Most of the children are sick and most are malnourished. Infant and child mortality rose to its highest point during the war.
The world has become a huge Pandora's box. If there is still a little hope in it, it is hope that night will come soon. The night can hide all of this, and for a few hours of sleep, you can also travel in the pre-war situation. Therefore, those who still have to wake up the next morning cannot but envy those who have fallen asleep forever.
Not far away, there was a riot in the convoy distributing supplies, and someone tried to supplies. The Anmor government forces shot down the situation, paying the price of the death of three civilians. Peng Lefeng and a few mercenaries stood there watching, like the most indifferent spectators in the world.
A young black father hugged a child and knelt at Peng Lefeng's feet, saying that the child was hungry and fainted, and begged them for some food. Because now only these foreign mercenaries have supplies, they even have canned food, and even smoke.
A mercenary hesitated, took out a can and prepared to throw it to this person, but was stopped by Peng Lefeng. He looked at the black man, pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed at him, "Yesterday you came with a child in your arms, and today you changed another. This child is not yours, but you picked it up on the road. It’s not that I'm starving, but I'm dead. Get out of my sight now, or I will reward you with a bullet."
The black man ran away in a panic, and Peng Lefeng felt like his stomach was filled with disgusting things, making him want to vomit. Does war make human nature so despicable, or is human nature inherently despicable? He didn't know, he just felt that he should finish smoking this last cigarette without regrets.
Suddenly a few mercenaries ran over, "Boss, our plane passed by, and supplies have been dropped."
"What? Where?!" Peng Lefeng grabbed him suddenly, "Where is it."
"On the other side of the street, a few brothers have already gone. We have to go quickly, or else the things will be robbed by the civilians." The mercenary shouted.
"What are you waiting for, go over and grab it!" Peng Lefeng jumped up and roared with red eyes. "Shoot and tell them who robbed who!"
Under the siege, whether it is food, medicine or ammunition, they are in urgent need, and they are also their support for survival. Peng Lefeng and some mercenaries screamed and rushed over. But they were still a step late, and when they arrived, they had been surrounded by government forces.
"Get out of the way, let me get out of the way. It's ours!" Peng Lefeng and a group of mercenaries pushed away the government troops fiercely, separated the crowd and walked over.
However, the scene was surprisingly calm. These government troops surrounded there, but no one started to grab things.
Sitting on top of a large pile of supplies was a man with a parachute button on him. But the other person, holding a government captain in his hand, put a gun against the captain's jaw.
The man sitting on the pile of items was Lin Rui, and the man holding the captain of the government army was Jiang An.
Seeing Peng Lefeng these mercenaries coming, Lin Rui jumped off the material pile. "Okay, actuary, let go of this captain and let him take someone out. Our people are here."
Peng Lefeng handed the gun in his hand to the mercenary beside him, and rushed to hug Lin Rui. "Lin Rui, hahahaha!! I don't think it is really you!?" Peng Lefeng laughed while hugging Lin Rui. "Isn't this a dream? It's you, why are you here?!"