When Yan Fenghuo issued a hunting challenge, a group of international mercenaries retreated again. What they wanted to carry out was counter-hunting, which was a sign of respect.
Chen Gan is not a special soldier and has never participated in a real battle. He cannot understand what the confrontation between the strong and the strong is like. Yan Fenghuo has not participated in many battles, but he can understand the violent collision between the strong.
rules, because he is a blood fox warrior.
Deep in the jungle, an international mercenary team is hidden. There are six people in the team, plus three armed drug dealers.
The six mercenaries were fully armed, wearing jungle combat uniforms, with thick paint on their faces. From the color of their pupils, it could be seen that they were from various races, and one of them was the Chinese mercenary who was negotiating with Yan Fenghuo.
The three armed drug dealers are all Chinese. One of them is about forty years old, carrying an M-4A1 rifle, and his pupils are bloodshot. Judging from his exposed skin, he is a pampered boss.
Characters. The other two drug dealers are lean and strong and should be his subordinates.
"Boss, money has no effect on that guy." The Chinese mercenary said to one mercenary: "We can only fight with the other side."
The mercenary captain nodded without saying anything, with a cautious look in his eyes.
"Mr. Witte, what are you still hesitating about?" the tired middle-aged drug lord said anxiously: "There is only the last checkpoint left. As long as you escort me safely in, your mission will be completed. Why do you stay here? Am I
Is the money wasted?”
The mercenary captain Witte looked at the other party coldly, and said in a deep voice with a rich voice: "Mr. Hong Lin, our mission is to send you in safe and sound. If there is any problem with your personal safety, it will cause harm to the rest of us.
A huge impact. Please don't be impatient. What we want to do is to send you in safe and sound. Of course, if you are anxious to be caught by Chinese soldiers, I have no objection, but I will never accompany you."
"But this is your mission!" The drug lord named Hong Lin stared at Werther.
Witte spread his hands and said: "Yes, this is our mission. If I knew this was the case, I really shouldn't have taken this mission. Now we are in a dilemma. We killed the Chinese scouts because of the mission.
This is the worst thing I've ever done."
"Hmph!" Hong Lin sneered: "But you charged me a full five million US dollars, so please shut your mouth. All you have to do now is send me in safely."
Werther shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed look on his face.
But his heart was not at ease, because the back was definitely blocked by scouts, but there was a person blocking their way in front and wanted to hunt them.
There is always a saying in the world of international mercenaries: Do not make enemies of Chinese soldiers.
In fact, Witte is also very aware of the horror of Chinese soldiers, but under the temptation of five million US dollars, he accepted this big order and was responsible for escorting the drug lord Hong Lin back to the country through this road. The road was chosen by the other party, and all he had to do was
Ensure each other’s safety.
But this road is really difficult to walk. If it weren't for the temptation of five million US dollars, he would never kill the Chinese scout team, but... the facts have been formed, and he can only move forward step by step.
"Boss, if we want to pass through here, we must kill the Chinese soldier, because we have no choice." The Chinese mercenary stared at Witte and whispered: "He is very powerful, not a scout, but a special forces soldier."
."
Witte frowned and thought about why Chinese special forces appeared here. The road was designated by the sponsor, and intelligence had been collected from all directions on this road before the operation. What was shown was just an outpost, which was nothing to worry about.
But why is there a special forces soldier now?
Has the Chinese government already noticed this, or is this path not as simple as imagined?
"Be careful." Witte frowned and said, "Our time is limited, and six people are more than enough to deal with one Chinese special forces soldier."
After finishing speaking, Witte stood up, stretched out his hand and made a tactical movement to signal the team to continue moving forward.
Drug lord Hong Lin also stopped complaining and followed the team with difficulty, holding a rifle and being escorted by two men and two mercenaries.
At this time, Yan Fenghuo led platoon leader Chen Gan to a place full of rotten mud and leaves and stopped. He lay on the ground, sniffed the putrid smell emanating from it, and shook his head gently.
Chen Gan was puzzled and had no idea what Yan Fenghuo's action meant.
"The smell is too strong, so it's not the best disguise." Yan Fenghuo stood up and said softly: "This is not a tropical rain forest and there are very few swamps. Using this kind of disguise will emit a strong smell that is incompatible with the surrounding environment."
Chen Gan nodded, pretending that he had learned it before but rarely used it.
After leaving the mire pool, Yan Fenghuo walked forward a few meters and found a soft soil. He took out his saber and dug at the wet soil.
"Immediately apply this mud all over your body, covering every inch." Yan Fenghuo looked at Chen Gan and said seriously: "You should know how to disguise. You must fully integrate into nature."
"Understood." Chen Gan immediately picked up the wet soil and carefully applied it all over his body.
He saw Yan Fenghuo climbing up a tall tree like an ape, using a saber to cut open the bark of the tree to get the green sap, and then smearing his body with the sap. Then he cut off the soft branches one by one and quickly weaved a camouflage
net.
After doing this last night, he put on the camouflage net, collected semi-dried weeds on the ground, wove a camouflage net, and threw it to Chen Gan.
His series of actions made Chen Gan feel dumbfounded, because the opponent was so proficient that he could make a perfect camouflage net in just a few clicks, and its performance far exceeded the camouflage net issued by the army.
"Your camouflage determines that you can only lie down in the grass, which will increase your chances of survival. Mine is easier to stand at a higher place for overview, which is more suitable for hunting."
Platoon leader Chen Gan didn't say anything else. He completely followed Yan Fenghuo's request and put on a camouflage net and got into the grass.
The sniper rifle was also carefully disguised by Yan Fenghuo and became overgrown with weeds. From the outside, it was impossible to tell that it was a gun. He threw the disguised sniper rifle to Chen Gan and made a hissing gesture at the other party.
, signaling him to lurk.
Chen Gan nestled into the grass and watched Yan Fenghuo's figure sway twice and disappear. He wanted to get up, but in the end he held back and lurked here.
Yan Fenghuo explained something to him that he had never been exposed to before, which made him convinced of this extraordinary non-commissioned officer again. So he did as the other party asked, because he would really hold him back.
Chen Gan relaxed his whole body and held the sniper rifle steadily with his eyes unblinking. He threw away all the messy thoughts. He only had the gun in his mind and the space in the scope in his eyes. At this moment, he became the winner of the military competition again.
The crowned sharpshooter is extremely calm.
"Make your breathing longer and more restrained." Yan Fenghuo's voice suddenly appeared in his ears, and Chen Gan almost screamed in shock.
He turned his head and found that Yan Fenghuo, who had disappeared from in front of him, was squatting next to him at some point, but he didn't react at all.
"If I were the enemy, you would be dead." Yan Fenghuo said softly: "Breathe, imagine that you are a tree, a weed, an ant. Integrate into nature, let yourself be completely integrated with nature, without distinction.
each other."
Integrate, blend in!
Chen Gan closed his eyes hard and followed Yan Fenghuo's prompts to imagine himself as a tree, a piece of grass, and an ant.
Gradually, Chen Gan's breathing became inaudible, and the breath on his body became fainter. He had good psychological quality. After being taught, he immediately realized his shortcomings and adjusted quickly.
Yan Fenghuo beside him didn't know when he disappeared, and he didn't know which direction he went to, but Chen Gan no longer thought about it. What he had to do now was to become a tree or a piece of grass. When the enemy appeared in the sniper scope,
When the time comes, pull the trigger to kill.
The distance between Yan Fenghuo and the international mercenaries was not far, only three hundred meters at most. But the jungle area of three hundred meters seemed far enough, and all the breath was blocked by the dense forest, so they could not see each other.
, unable to hear the other party, can only act cautiously.
On a big tree, Yan Fenghuo hooked his hands on a huge tree trunk and stretched out his body. His whole body turned into a branch protruding outward. He looked through the dense forest with his narrowed eyes, and a pair of dyed
The green ears flickered, catching the other person's voice.
The morning sun has risen, and the sunlight that shines through the lush branches and leaves of the jungle falls on the ground, forming one patch after another. The dew left at night begins to evaporate, and it begins to become humid and hot.
The birds in the forest also woke up, chirped non-stop, and started their busy day, singing, foraging, and playing. The entire jungle became vibrant and filled with the fresh breath of life.
A bird fluttered its wings and landed on Yan Fenghuo's head, combing its feathers happily and chirping from time to time.
Yan Fenghuo, who turned into a branch, gently rolled his eyes upwards, with a hint of smile inside. But he quickly narrowed his eyes again and let the bird droppings fall on his head.
He had gone through the most severe survival training and was thrown into the jungle, the ice field, the desert, the vast grassland and the sea. Every day was lonely and every day was a struggle for survival. He had to let himself survive and let himself go.
He became exactly like a wild beast, racing with nature and snatching food from the mouths of beasts.
Others thought he had only gone through the test of ten stations in Sifang City, but no one knew the survival training he had experienced. This was the training method of the Special A-class troops. Although he had no reference, the fact that he could survive all the way was enough to prove it.
His excellence.
After going through this kind of training, he can blend in with nature immediately. Birds regard him as a cute little tree.
"Pullingleng..."
The sound of birds flying in fright sounded, strategically south, directly at twelve o'clock!