War Paradise

Chapter 822 Grozny Hound-3

The smell of blood and gunpowder filled the city, mixed with the scent of burnt human flesh. The masked man squatting behind the broken wall stared at his eyes that could not be closed, and looked down at the handful of dog hair in his hand:

“Old boy……”

The man called “Grozny Hound” in the mercenary circle had the upper and lower eyelids of both eyes sewn to the skin of his head, making him unable to even blink his eyes. Every day he could only relieve his eyes with eye drops. Department is dry.

In addition, there are many scars left by torture that are hard to describe in words, and these scars are all “gifts” he received when he was in Grozny.

At that time, he was just an ordinary mercenary waiting to die. He came to Grozny just to get some food. When the others were fighting, he was paddling and fishing behind him. After the fight, he smeared charcoal and blood on his face, threw away a few full magazines, and pretended to have participated in the battle.

It’s a pity that this kind of happy life didn’t last long, and his little movements were discovered by other mercenaries. The tragedy that happened next, until now when he thinks about it, he can’t help but tremble.

This mercenary who once wanted to spend some money on the battlefield was regarded as a Russian spy by the Chechen soldiers, and then…

He took out eye drops from his backpack and dripped it on his red eyeballs, put the strand of dog hair in his hand into his pocket, drew out a large saber that was fifty centimeters long, and sneered:

“Let’s kill him! Old man…”

The dog he named “Hoff” is his only friend in this world.

It was an ugly bloodhound, abandoned on the battlefield in Grozny. He found the injured hound in the ruins of a flattened apartment building.

At that time, he wanted to kill the dog, but when he saw a limping stray dog ​​that was struggling to find food, a trace of compassion rose in his heart for some reason, and he took out a bandage and bandaged the dog’s right hind leg. Wounds that are still bleeding.

——Perhaps because this lonely wild dog is a bit like himself. He helped the dog in a ghostly manner, and after that, the dog disappeared.

Until he was tied up in the camp and suffered brutal torture, the bloodhound he had helped finally appeared again.

“Hough, kill him.”

He whispered, he suddenly jumped out of the ruins, and rushed into the smoky street with only his saber in hand. Rush towards the location where the enemy is hiding.

Looking at the corpses full of bullet holes in the street, the “Grozny Hound” seemed to have returned to that bloody night. At that time, he was tied to a wooden stake and kept coughing up blood.

He no longer remembers how many times he begged for mercy and said how many times he didn’t know about the Russian army, but the brutal Chechen soldier didn’t believe in Own’s defense at all. He just kept using Soviet-made sabers to create new things on himself. Wounds.

Even at midnight, when most soldiers went to rest, there was still a strong man who continued the interrogation. The man used iron tongs to forcibly cut off his two toes, and he collapsed during the day, even The strength to scream is gone.

——Perhaps, it is better to die quickly.

Under the torture that life is not as good as death, his body has begun to collapse, but he still remains awake. Endless despair drove him to demand death, but he could not even commit suicide.

“Say it! You and the Russians…”

The brawny man in charge of the interrogation spoke viciously, clamped his little toe with iron clamps, and when he was about to continue the torture, a low hiss suddenly sounded behind him.

Then, the brawny man suddenly threw down the iron tongs madly, screaming that he wanted to stretch out his hands and grab his back.

Accompanied by the terrifying sound of tearing flesh and blood, the strong man’s neck spurted a lot of blood, and his body lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Until then, the poor worm, who was still suffering, finally saw the blood hound that he had rescued. The dog was still bleeding from his mouth and vomited a bone in his mouth.

Under the gaze of the mercenary’s horrified eyes, the Bloodhound stood in front of him, lowered his head and rubbed his own feet, and made a low whimper in his mouth.

Then, the dog walked around behind him, stood up and snapped the rope that bound his hands. The mercenary who had been bound for a day finally regained his freedom.

“Thank you……”

The “Grozny Hound” made a vague sound, and his consciousness returned from the memory to reality. He ran across the street with his eyes wide open, preparing for a beautiful hunt with his best partner.

By now, he has almost forgotten how he killed the sleeping Chechen soldiers, but he will never forget the blood hound standing in front of him with blood in his mouth, and then bit the rope on his body. .

Unlike fickle humans, that hound believes in the principle of “borrowing and repaying”, and after the experience of saving each other, they have become “brothers” that never separate.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it seems very ridiculous to call a dog a brother. But for the “Grozny Hound”, Hough is his best and only friend!

Ooh!

Similar to howling a wolf, the Grozny Hound rushed past the ruins, and saw Hoff’s dark red body running into the ruins, and the man who was the target of hunting was about to fire with a pistol.

“Hahaha, I am here!”

The Grozny Hound roared and kicked the opponent’s waist with a heavy kick, and the saber also stabbed it. Two kinds of attacks that seemed impossible to do at the same time, he did very easily.

This mercenary who has suffered brutal torture is closer to beasts than humans. As a beast, he will never let go of his prey!

“I’m here!” he roared.

Under his frenzied attack, the man also took a step back and drew his saber to prepare for a fight. At this time, Hoff, who had just hid in the ruins, had already jumped out again.

The dark red-skinned bloodhound opened its big mouth full of fangs and bit at the throat of the prey. Even if it is old, the strength and speed of this hound is still amazing, and its ability to choose the best time to attack is also impossible for ordinary military dogs.

In the eyes of the “Grozny Hound”, Hough is the purest and most powerful hunter in the world!

In order to cooperate with Hoff’s attack, he also swung the saber again, because his right wrist had just been slit, this time he used his left hand. Although the power is not as good as before, it is completely enough to deal with the prey!

Cruel and high-speed close combat broke out on the outskirts of Kayaland.