110: The breath of death

Brothers, don't blame me for not reminding you, outside are well-equipped enemy forces, they have more advanced weapons and protection, but we are soldiers, the last line of defense protecting the President.

The Captain raised his weapon high, "For the President! For the Country!"

"For the President! For the Country!"

With a loud bang, it was clear the traps outside had been cleared, and the final battle was upon them.

Waving his arms, the Captain led the remaining soldiers to make their final stand relying on the fortifications at the pass, the enemy began a fierce assault, weapons and explosives intertwined in the narrow passage, night vision almost useless under the intense firepower.

Under Rost's command, the Eagle Country soldiers charged desperately forward in the narrow passage, a comrade falling almost every three shots.

Bloodstains and bodies gradually piled up, approaching the narrow entrance to the shelter.

"Whoosh."

A bullet grazed the Captain's head, but he showed no fear, raising his weapon and sweeping it fiercely, forcefully suppressing the enemy's attack with powerful firepower.

However, joy had not yet arrived when several accurate bullets flew towards him.

There are snipers!

The impact of these bullets directly broke the arm holding his gun.

"Captain, look out!"

Two soldiers almost reflexively pounced over, shielding the Captain.

Instantly, bright red blood soaked their uniforms, not only the Captain's, but also the two soldiers'.

The remaining bullets hit the bodies of the two soldiers, who only had time to let out a muffled groan before losing consciousness.

"Sandy! Bin!" The Captain's eyes were bloodshot, and by the time he crawled out from under the two soldiers, they were already dying.

The Captain stood up angrily, grabbed his weapon with one hand, preparing to fight back, but a grenade flew past his face, landing not far away.

"Boom!"

The explosion's firelight illuminated everything, but also brought the scent of death.

The Captain struggled to crawl up from the ground, a sharp ringing in his ears.

Blood flowed down his forehead, obscuring his vision and dyeing the world red.

Limb fragments were scattered around, and there were no standing companions beside him.

"Damn it!"

The Captain intended to pick up his rifle, but a foot suddenly kicked him in the chin.

He flipped in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

A familiar voice came through the air: "Isn't this Captain Kurotov of the Guard?"

The Captain lay on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, then was grabbed by the neck from behind and lifted up, "Do you still remember me?"

"How could I remember so much?"

Rost sneered, hitting the Captain hard in the lower abdomen, causing him to curl up in pain.

"Your combat power is simplyVulnerable, dealing with you is easier than dealing with those people in Iraq."

Despite the excruciating pain, the Captain still managed to force a smile, "Haha, they are all good soldiers of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria, you are destined to fail..."

Rost followed the Captain's gaze towards the thick iron door, first startled for a moment, then revealing a cunning smile.

"Do you think I can't open this door?"

The Captain wiped the blood from his mouth and said with a bitter smile, "This door can withstand the attack of more than a dozen rocket-propelled grenades, you can try if you don't believe me."

"Oh?" Rost stepped on the Captain's head with his foot, grinding it back and forth a few times, "I originally wanted to finish you off directly, but now I want you to see with your own eyes how I open the door, and capture your incompetent President!"

"Where is the first team? Where did they hide just now?" Rost shouted a few times, but there was no response.

He knew the first team was responsible for supporting the attack, and even in such a fierce battle, they wouldn't be completely wiped out. Although he was puzzled, seeing victory in sight, he didn't think about it anymore.

"Second team! Second team!" Rost changed his call, and this time he got a response.

"Present, Officer!" A soldier ran to Rost.

Rost nodded and smiled, taking a small black notebook from his pocket and handing it to the soldier.

"Open that door using the password on this."

The Captain's eyes suddenly widened, looking at Rost in disbelief: "How do you have the password for this door?"

Rost narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them: "Guess."

"It's the Vice President! You traitors! How could the Vice President be with you!" The Captain struggled to pounce on Rost, but was held down firmly by two soldiers.

Following the sound of gears turning, the Captain desperately turned his head to look at the iron door.

President Dudakaev, dressed in black, was escorted out by two CIA soldiers.

"Pre- President, Mr.!" The Captain roared angrily, "If you bastards dare to touch a single hair on him, even God will not spare you!"

Rost hit the Captain's lower back with the butt of his gun, "What a loyal dog, too bad it barks too loudly."

"Don't worry, I want to keep you for a while longer. You refused to take my money and said this esteemed President is the light in your heart, so let's play a little game."

Rost slowly walked towards Dudakov, handing him a gun with only one bullet left: "Mr. President, if you want to live, why not try shooting and eliminating the Captain in front of you."

Dudakov's face was marked by the passage of time, but there was no fear in his eyes as he looked at Rost.

"I will never shoot my people, give up on that idea."

"Oh, the President is truly a man of backbone!" Rost raised his eyebrows and said coldly.

Clearly, Dudakov's words had piqued Rost's interest.

At this moment, a soldier interrupted: "Officer, Minister Harvey is still waiting for us downstairs, should we..."

"Shut up, it won't take too long."

Rost's eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty glint, "My mission is to bring President Dudakov before my superior, dead or alive."

"So, Mr. Dudakov, do you think I should bring you to him alive, or bring a corpse?"

He forced the gun into Dudakov's hand, "There is only one bullet in the gun, now it's up to you to decide."

"You beasts!" The Captain struggled desperately on the ground, his voice almost hoarse.

Finally, he gave up resisting.

"Mr. President, kill me. My life is nothing compared to yours."

Dudakov was silent for a moment, "Life is precious, and yours is no exception."

He slowly raised the gun, "I have lived long enough, it is time to return to the embrace of Allah, it is just a pity..."

He didn't finish his sentence, just muttered to himself.

"After all, I couldn't witness the day of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria's independence."

Under the dim light, many soldiers watched Dudakov indifferently.

The Captain struggled desperately on the ground, his hoarse voice trying to stop Dudakov, his fingers scratching five bloody marks on the ground.

"Bang!"