On the India-Myanmar border, the Blood Fox Brigade, which had annihilated all the Kachin Army troops in a counter-encirclement and suppression campaign, was resting in a mountain col.
It is better to say that it is a rest than to prepare for the next battle. Because everyone does not feel sleepy at all, and is in a state of excitement.
Yan Fenghuo was sitting on the mountain, staring at the forest fire in the east in trance. He was sitting cross-legged, and his peaceful eyes were still filled with divine heat.
"Captain, go west into India, go south into the Myanmar government army area, which direction should we choose?" Cheetah asked Yan Fenghuo.
"You don't have to choose, just stay here." Yan Fenghuo moved his lips and said: "The Kachin Army and the infidels haven't handed over the terrorists yet, which means that the purification is not enough and the jihad is not complete."
"Understood." Cheetah nodded.
At this moment, an armed helicopter flew in from a distance, making a loud buzzing sound.
In an instant, dozens of sniper rifles were aimed at the helicopter, ready to kill.
As if feeling the invisible murderous aura permeating the place, the helicopter turned around and flew north, hovering above the mountain forest at a position of three thousand meters. Then, a figure rappelled down and entered the mountain forest.
After putting the man down, the helicopter immediately turned around and flew away, gradually turning into a black spot and finally disappearing.
A weird smile appeared on Yan Fenghuo's face, and he continued to sit cross-legged and quietly on the top of the mountain, looking like a completely insane bastard.
Fifteen minutes later, a heavily armored man with exactly the same equipment as the Blood Fox Brigade appeared in front of everyone, standing there upright: "Blood Fox Brigade Mo Crouching Tiger, code name Little Kitty, gun number PC36689975862, please return to the team!"
No one responded, all the Blood Fox warriors were staring at this familiar face from the past, the former ace team member of Blood Fox Yan Fenghuo.
"Permission." Yan Fenghuo, who was sitting on the top of the mountain, pointed his fingers and said: "The power of the holy war is full again, which means that our holy war will one day be victorious, and sooner or later the flames of revenge will spread to every corner of the world.
"
"Long live the jihad!!!"
A low roar erupted, everyone's eyes were wild, and they raised their guns high.
Seeing this scene, Mo Crouch, who rushed back to the team, frowned, climbed to the top of the mountain step by step, and stood in front of Yan Fenghuo.
"Little kitten, sit down." Yan Fenghuo smiled and waved his hand for Mo Crouch to sit down.
"Yan Fenghuo!" Mo Crouching stared at Yan Fenghuo and growled: "What are you doing? You actually led everyone in the brigade to perform self-hypnosis?!"
The moment he arrived, Mo Wohu felt something was wrong. Because the eyes of these comrades were completely wrong, and they looked at him like a stranger. They no longer looked like soldiers, but more like war beasts that existed only to kill.
Long live the jihad? With extreme religious beliefs, they all hypnotized themselves and turned themselves into war lunatics who only knew faith and lost their humanity!
"Twenty-seven dead." Yan Fenghuo said calmly.
"This is not a question of how many people die!" Mo Crouch pointed at Yan Fenghuo and shouted: "Quickly release the self-hypnosis, otherwise..."
Yan Fenghuo smiled and said: "If we don't turn into killing machines, we will be killed. It was the first time I discovered that the power of faith can be used in this way, so I asked the entire brigade to perform self-hypnosis. But don't worry, this is shallow hypnosis.
, they can all come out. But one thing is, whether they want to come out or not is not up to me, but up to them."
Self-hypnosis is a special ability.
Human beings have the ability to use self-awareness and imagery, and can use their own thinking resources to carry out self-strengthening, self-education and self-treatment. In fact.
People have long used self-hypnotic suggestions, such as prayer, religious rituals, Indian yoga, qigong, etc., to implement self-hypnosis in different ways.
The self-hypnosis carried out by the Blood Fox Brigade is based on religious beliefs, treating the party, the country, and the people as the power of their beliefs, or as a religion. Then they gradually hypnotize themselves through self-suggestion, and finally give themselves the appearance of fanatics
Psychology and temperament.
After completing this self-hypnosis, they become war machines loyal only to the party and the country. Except for their own compatriots, they can kill everything and completely eliminate the human side in their hearts.
This kind of hypnosis has very high requirements. The most important thing is absolute loyalty, and the second is constant hypnosis training.
For example, when you lurk on the battlefield, you don't eat, drink or sleep for three days and three nights. You rely entirely on self-hypnosis. Using the target as the hypnosis point, you keep telling yourself to wait for the target and then kill it.
In addition, there is also the most common form. Any special forces can freely control their own sleep time. They can let themselves wake up at a certain time, with a difference of no more than three seconds. This is because before going to bed, they know about themselves
Perform hypnosis and achieve what you want through the reflex memory of the cerebral cortex.
Self-hypnosis is very realistic. It can be done in theory and in reality. It is not a mysterious thing. Just like terrorists can make themselves into suicide bombs without hesitation. The difference is that one is religious hypnosis and the other is self-hypnosis.
Hypnosis.
"Killing machine..." Mo Wohu suddenly smiled, nodded and said: "I like it, but I'm back, why don't you let the brothers welcome me? After all, I am also the ace of the Blood Fox, even if I leave the army
It’s been a long time.”
"Pah!" Yan Fenghuo raised his fingers and said with a smile, "This is easy to handle."
After finishing speaking, Yan Fenghuo rushed down the mountain and roared violently: "The wolf's body is bathed in blood, and the fox spits out its fangs! The sword soul sacrifice will level our mountains and rivers!!!"
Sixteen words roared in the mountain col, rolled back and forth, and penetrated clearly into the ears of every team member.
All the Blood Fox team members were stunned. The enthusiasm in their eyes quickly faded, and then they briefly became confused and sluggish.
Three seconds later, the confusion and sluggishness disappeared, and the light of a normal person returned to his eyes.
"It's that simple." Yan Fenghuo looked at Mo Wohu with a smile.
"But you just said there was nothing you could do!" Mo Wohu glared at Yan Fenghuo, who had also returned to normal.
"Are you ****?" Yan Fenghuo said disdainfully: "The eternal sixteen words of the Blood Fox Brigade are the best keys. Brothers, don't remember anything else but these sixteen words.
.Little kitten, you’re not here to cause trouble, are you?”
Just as Mo Wohu was about to say something, several guys who were laughing wildly rushed over and hugged him tightly.
"Little kitten! Hahaha, I miss my brother so much, hahahaha..." The scholar laughed loudly, his face full of excitement.
"Get out of here, talented man," Cheetah pulled the talented man away, punched Mo Wohu hard on the shoulder and said, "What a fool, I don't know how to go back to the army to see my brother. It's in vain that I was so kind to you."
.Remember your boy’s entrance examination? If I hadn’t let you down, would you have passed the test?”
"Get out of here!" Another roar came from behind. Instructor Li Lin rushed up, pointed at Mo Crouching Tiger and roared: "Beat him! Beat this little bitch!"
A group of people swarmed up, pushed Mo Wohu to the ground, and beat him severely without any explanation.
Mo Wohu is laughing, his eyes are red with laughter. These are the closest brothers. After living abroad for so many years, he dreams about his days in Sifang City every night. For him, Sifang City is his home.
A real home!
"Okay, stop making trouble!" Yan Fenghuo said with a straight face, putting his hands behind his back and pretending to be: "The captain has something to say."
"Where is the captain?" Mo Wohu asked, searching around.
Yan Fenghuo pointed his thumb at himself in an arrogant manner, proudly raised his head and told Mo Crouching: I am now the captain!