All the soldiers looked at Yan Fenghuo with burning eyes. They clearly felt a majestic power from Yan Fenghuo's body. This power was revealed from his brows; bursting out from his eyes;
Flowing from his body... every hair and every inch of skin revealed two words: powerful!
"Haha, it's such a happy decision." Yan Fenghuo waved his hand and said with an unquestionable attitude: "Platoon Leader Chen, I need your sniper rifle and pistol; Squad Leader Zhang, give me your pistol too, and
Your saber."
After finishing speaking, Yan Fenghuo waited quietly, watching the platoon leader and squad leader hesitantly put their weapons on the table.
Without any hesitation, Yan Fenghuo directly put his sniper rifle on his back, put away the two pistols, inserted the saber on the outside of his calf, turned around and strode out.
"Yan Fenghuo, wait!" Lao Zhanzi caught up with him, grabbed Yan Fenghuo and said, "I'll go with you!"
Yan Fenghuo stopped, turned around with a half-smiling look, and shook his head gently: "Don't follow me, otherwise I will think you are a burden to me."
This sentence is arrogant, but it makes people unable to say any rebuttal.
For a master, if the comrades fighting alongside him are not at the same level as him, they will definitely become a burden because they cannot complete tactical coordination with each other tacitly, let alone communicate with each other with a look or the sound of gunshots.
Already.
"My marksmanship is top-notch!" Lao Gunzi stared at Yan Fenghuo and said.
Yan Fenghuo picked up a stone and handed it to Lao Ganzi.
"Throw it, throw it away." A bright smile bloomed on Yan Fenghuo's face.
In order to fight for the battle, the veteran did not hesitate to throw stones in the sky. He wanted to see how far Yan Fenghuo's marksmanship was, and whether he was better than himself, a sharpshooter who once won the military shooting competition championship.
It's night now, and the visibility of the naked eye is very low. If you throw a stone, you can't find it at all. It would be possible to use a white light sight, but no one has the ability to throw the stone and then use the white light sight to aim.
The ability to fire.
The sound of breaking wind sounded as the arm was thrown out, but Yan Fenghuo didn't even move his eyelids and still stood there quietly.
The old man looked stunned and opened his palms to reveal the stone that had not been thrown.
"Don't think that I can't do it. What I can do is beyond your knowledge." Yan Fenghuo looked deeply at the old pole and motioned for him to throw the stone.
Now the old man no longer played this childish game, and he tried his best to throw his arms away.
A stone half the size of a fist flew roaring over the jungle to the south, and was completely submerged in the darkness in the blink of an eye.
Yan Fenghuo still didn't move. He stared at the old pole's right hand that threw the stone.
Everyone stared at him nervously, seeing that he still hadn't moved and the stone had been thrown, with indescribable expressions on their faces. Contempt? No, let alone disappointment, but a slight sense of loss.
.
Just when everyone thought Yan Fenghuo couldn't do it, he turned around suddenly and pulled the trigger of the rifle in his right hand.
"boom!"
The sound of gunshots pierced the silent night. Under the supervision of squad leader Zhang Yifei using a white light sight, he could clearly see the small black spot that was about to fall into the forest after exhaustion and was shot to pieces.
"It's hit! It's really hit!" Zhang Yifei shouted, looking at Yan Fenghuo like a god.
Yan Fenghuo showed a bright smile again, patted the old man on the shoulder and said: "Take your soldiers and hold on here. The battle has begun."
"Yan Fenghuo, how on earth did you do it?!" Lao Ganzi asked loudly with wide eyes.
"Sometimes shooting is not about aiming, but about precise calculation."
After saying these words, Yan Fenghuo headed towards the jungle to the south alone, leaving behind a lot of shock.
The platoon leader was convinced and convinced. He had always been very confident in his shooting skills, but the scene just now made him realize what it meant to be a man outside the world.
Shooting is not just about aiming. When shooting reaches a certain level, you need to use intuition. You can hit the target at an extremely fast speed by relying on the connection you have established with the rifle. When you reach this level, you are a real sharpshooter.
Man and gun become one.
But this is not the highest level. The highest level is precision calculation. Through a huge amount of calculations combined with various factors in a very short period of time, you can make sure that you are not in vain. This is the real master, and it is absolutely amazing to stand at the top.
The existence of worship.
"I want to go with him!" Platoon leader Chen Gan's face was filled with unwavering enthusiasm.
"Platoon leader, what will happen to our outpost if you leave?" Squad leader Zhang Yifei said several times: "There are still so many brothers."
"If Yan Fenghuo can withstand it, the outpost will be fine; if he can't, even if I'm here it won't be of much use."
After saying this, platoon leader Chen Gan put an assault rifle on his back and followed Yan Fenghuo's footsteps towards the jungle to the south without hesitation.
This is a rare opportunity for Chen Gan. Although he may face cruel actual combat, following Yan Fenghuo can definitely improve his abilities to the greatest extent. So he wants to go, he is extremely eager, even though this is an irresponsible
Behavior.
Zhang Yifei stared at the dark jungle for a long time, and immediately shouted to the soldiers in the squad: "Cheer up, the battle is right in front of you!"
"Squad leader, what should we do?" a recruit asked.
"You two recruits go make breakfast while the others set up the machine guns for me."
To this day, squad leader Zhang Yifei still remembers what Yan Fenghuo said: Make breakfast and wait for me to come back.
In the jungle, Yan Fenghuo, a sturdy man with a sniper rifle on his shoulder, strode through the jungle. He kept sniffing his nose to identify the smell of the jungle. His eyes were shining brightly under the moonlight, full of brilliance.
If the people at the outpost couldn't understand what their superiors meant, he could.
The opponent is very strong. Being able to quietly wipe out a squad of scouts is enough to prove how powerful the opponent is. He is definitely not an ordinary person.
The Chinese army is the best in the world, and the Chinese scouts are one of the most difficult troops in the world, especially the scouts on the southwest border.
Generally speaking, if international mercenaries want to cross the national border and enter China to perform tasks, almost no one is willing to enter from the southwest border. They would rather take a detour and enter the Chinese border from the northwest. This is because there is a group of difficult scouts on the southwest border.
They are everywhere, like hunting shadows scattered in every corner of the long national border.
But now a team of scouts has been wiped out, without even a chance to report to their superiors, and no gunshots were heard. Either they were killed with a pistol using a silencer, or their necks were directly wiped with a saber. There is no other explanation.
The only people who can do this are strong professional soldiers, or a group of international mercenaries who fight on the battlefield all day long.
What the superiors have to do is to kill all the intruders, not just to stop them.
This is an insult and a provocation, and only tooth for tooth and blood for blood.
Not long after Yan Fenghuo and platoon leader Chen Gang left, a call from the combat duty room came over the radio, ordering all personnel in the entire post to evacuate immediately. They could not joke with the lives of these soldiers, because the next battle did not belong to them, even though they were all excellent
warrior with jungle combat experience.
After contacting his superiors, squad leader Zhang Yifei's face looked uncertain.
He glanced at the soldiers in the class and said in a deep voice: "Deputy squad leader!"
"Here!" a noncommissioned officer shouted, standing upright.
"Lead the soldiers in the squad to immediately evacuate to Walianzhai, which is twenty kilometers away. Don't ask any questions and execute the order immediately!" Zhang Yifei ordered.
The voice of Zhang Yifei, a tall and powerful man, leaves no room for doubt when issuing orders. He even has the air of a bandit in his voice, so you are not allowed to have any doubts.
"Squad leader..." The deputy squad leader was rudely interrupted by Zhang Yifei as soon as he spoke.
"Don't talk nonsense to the goose. Just do what I ask you to do and execute the order!"
"Yes!" the deputy squad leader replied loudly, turned around and shouted to the soldiers in the squad: "Retreat with me, immediately!"
Under the order, all the soldiers except Zhang Yifei followed the deputy squad leader and retreated towards Walianzhai northeast of the post.
After everyone had evacuated, leaving an empty outpost, Zhang Yifei immediately contacted his superiors.
"Report to the chief, all Ebans have been evacuated!" Zhang Yifei said loudly.
"Why haven't you evacuated yet?" came a voice from the radio.
"Hey, Goose wants to be promoted." Zhang Yifei said with a smile.
"Nonsense, the troops have already arrived. I order you to follow the squad and retreat immediately. Where is your platoon leader? Where is the platoon leader?"
"The platoon leader has also gone for promotion." Zhang Yifei said loudly: "Why should the platoon leader not take the goose with him when he goes for promotion? The goose will not accept it!"
"You... are just making nonsense!"
After hearing this, Zhang Yifei cut off the radio without hesitation, picked up his rifle and smashed the radio with all his strength, rendering it completely useless.
After doing all this, he carried his rifle and walked deep into the jungle, looking for the platoon leader and Yan Fenghuo.
At this time, the darkest hour before dawn had passed, the sky began to light up, and the forest became as peaceful and harmonious as usual in the early morning.
Yan Fenghuo entered the depths of the jungle and saw a figure walking towards him with a steady pace and two large black bags in his hands.
"Stop, I'll shoot if you move forward!" Yan Fenghuo shouted, holding the rifle in one hand, with the muzzle hanging diagonally toward the ground.
The figure passed through a big tree that blocked the view of the two people, and slowly walked to a distance of 20 meters in front of Yan Fenghuo. Then he put down the heavy bag in his hand and raised his hands high to indicate that he did not have any weapons.
This is a young man of about thirty years old. He is tall and his strong muscles can be clearly felt through the camouflage uniform. His face is very ordinary, the kind that you would not find in a crowd. But his vision is very sharp.
Sharp, with a hint of coldness.
"Soldier, I have two million yuan here. If you can let us pass, the two million yuan will be yours."
"Two million?" Yan Fenghuo stared at the two black bags with a smile on his lips.
This is a drug dealer, and this method is also some of the tricks commonly used by drug dealers. In order to enter the country, they can try to pass the border checkpoint in any way, not only money, but also beautiful women, jewelry, etc. In short, as long as it is what people want and need, they are willing to
take it out.
"Yes, two million. As long as you let us go, these two million will be yours. You can do the math. Even if you were a soldier for the rest of your life, you would never earn two million. But now, as long as you let us go,
, two million is yours. With these two million, you can do whatever you want, just think about it."
The drug dealer spoke very easily and calmly, which proves that he often does this kind of thing, or that his psychological quality is extremely good.
At this time, Yan Fenghuo keenly saw an iron sign on the opponent's exposed neck, which was a soldier sign.