Seeing Yan Fenghuo charging towards him first, the mercenary was faced with a situation where he had to fight. Although he was very wary of this Chinese special forces soldier, it was not enough to make him tremble and surrender.
"Roar!"
The mercenary roared fiercely, and his sturdy body, nearly two meters tall, rushed towards Yan Fenghuo. The bayonet in his hand gave off a chilling light under the sunlight, and was full of an indescribable aura of dominance.
Chen Gan and Zhang Yifei, who were lying on the ground, stared at the duel between the two people with their eyes wide open. In their eyes, these two people were insurmountable mountains. They had not yet made contact, but the power emanating from their bodies alone
The breath is enough to make one suffocate.
The cheetah-like Yan Fenghuo was extremely smooth. The bayonet in his hand had lost its original tilted upward posture and became straight, facing the mercenary's heart. There was a murderous look on his face, and there was a flash of murderous intent in his dark eyes.
Two points are more terrifying than a sharp bayonet.
Murderous intent was everywhere, and the surrounding air seemed to have dropped a few degrees. Even in the subtropical jungle, one could clearly feel the bone-chilling cold from the far north.
The mercenary's strength and speed seem to be stronger, at least a little stronger than the Yan Fenghuo in front of him. This is an innate advantage. He is a full two meters tall, and Yan Fenghuo is half a head lower than him. Although he is also a huge back, but
There is still a gap compared to him.
Just when the bayonets of the two men were about to collide, the mercenary suddenly noticed that the corners of Yan Fenghuo's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile that was so faint that it was difficult to detect. It was this smile that made the mercenary's heart shake violently.
He smelled a very bad smell.
"boom!"
Silent gunfire rang out, and a warhead was fired from Yan Fenghuo's rifle, accurately hitting the connection between the mercenary's right shoulder and arm.
At close range, the 5.8mm warhead ruthlessly tore open the mercenary's shoulder. When the warhead entered the body, it immediately exploded under the cavity effect, almost blowing off the opponent's arm.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the mercenary's right arm slumped down, barely connecting with his shoulder. It was bloody and miserable, and the arm was completely useless.
"ah!!!……"
A painful howl came from the mercenary's throat, like a miserable beast that had been severely wounded. His sturdy body fell heavily to the ground under the penetrating force of the warhead, and he covered his severed shoulder with his left hand.
scroll.
Streams of hot blood spurted out, and as the mercenaries rolled back and forth, they dyed a large area of grass shockingly.
Chen Gan and Zhang Yifei, who were lying on the ground, forgot about the pain and stared blankly at Yan Fenghuo, their faces full of disbelief.
"That's how bayonets work." Yan Fenghuo said calmly, stepped forward and stepped on the mercenary's neck, pulled out his pistol and pointed it at his head, looking at the two mercenaries coming from the south.
The two mercenaries saw this scene clearly and immediately raised their rifles.
"I will kill people when the gun is raised." Yan Fenghuo used his voice to stop the mercenary from raising the gun.
He is not stupid, what he says on TV is all a lie. In reality, no one confronts him at gunpoint, especially this kind of mercenary.
As long as they raise the muzzle of their guns, the bullets will come out immediately, leaving no room for negotiation. They are battlefield butchers, not police officers who often raise their guns to threaten.
"Save me! Save me! Ah!..." The mercenary at his feet howled miserably: "I don't want to fucking die, I don't want to die yet!"
The teammates were seriously injured and howling miserably. Under this situation, the two mercenaries who came over could only choose to compromise temporarily.
"Let my teammates go, and I'll let you go." The Chinese mercenary lowered his gun and shouted to Yan Fenghuo.
"You let us go?" Yan Fenghuo frowned and pulled the trigger directly.
"Pa!" A blood flower bloomed from the mercenary's thigh.
"ah!!……"
"Haha," Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "You have no right to negotiate with me. This is my Chinese territory. If you are willing to withdraw, this matter will be forgotten. If you are unwilling to withdraw, I will let you all
Everyone died here."
The Chinese mercenary took a deep breath, looked at his companions, nodded and said, "If we are willing to withdraw, can you let my teammates go?"
Yan Fenghuo nodded affirmatively and said sincerely: "Of course, I always speak my mind. If you are willing to withdraw from our territory, then I will definitely let your teammates go. I guarantee this with the honor of a soldier."
To pledge with the honor of a soldier is the most credible and strictest oath for a professional soldier. Even if a professional soldier dies, he will not do anything to insult his status as a soldier. As long as they take this oath, they will never
Will regret it.
The two mercenaries did not look at their seriously injured teammates. If they wanted to rescue them, they had to restrain their inner anger and impulse.
"We need to discuss it with the captain." The Chinese mercenary said to Yan Fenghuo: "This is not a delay, but the decision must be made by the captain. We cannot afford to delay."
They really couldn't afford to delay. With the current bleeding rate of their teammates, if emergency bleeding was not stopped, it would be completely hopeless in less than ten minutes.
The mercenary group is different from other groups. As long as they go to the battlefield, the comrades around them are their brothers, and they are always ready to take bullets for the other side. If a comrade is injured, they will do everything possible to save them.
Because you can trust no one on the battlefield, you can only trust the comrades around you. But when they get off the battlefield, they can even have a life-and-death duel with their comrades who usually fight side by side, and kill them without hesitation.
Their world is always full of blood, and they always know that as long as they go to the battlefield, even if they kill their father and their enemies, you should cover them at critical moments. Without such rules, mercenaries would not be able to survive at all.
"Okay, I'll wait." Yan Fenghuo nodded and said with a relaxed expression, "I really want to see who your captain is. He's awesome. I admire him!"
This sentence is not ironic. Yan Fenghuo really admires this mercenary captain for actually daring to enter the China-Myanmar border. Doesn’t he know that the China-Myanmar border is the most difficult to enter? Doesn’t he know that mercenaries always choose the northwest to enter the country?
? Very awesome, very arrogant, very fucking awesome!
The Chinese mercenary nodded, turned around and walked south.
One of the remaining mercenaries took out a first-aid kit and shot it at Yan Fenghuo's feet and said, "It contains Maffei and styptic powder."
Yan Fenghuo didn't say much, and immediately bent down to inject Maffei into the mercenary at his feet, and sprinkled styptic powder on his wound. It wasn't that he was willing to do this, but for the time being, he needed this guy to be better and die slower.
"Platoon leader, squad leader, can you two still leave?" Yan Fenghuo asked, turning his back to the two of them.
"Yes!" Chen Gan stood up with great effort, walked to Zhang Yifei, and helped Zhang Yifei stand up.
"Now do you know how much you are holding me back? I have seen what I want to see, and I have felt what I want to feel. Is it time to leave now?" Yan Fenghuo asked the two people for their opinions, but what he heard from his mouth
It didn't mean to ask, but it was a commanding tone.
Chen Gan and Zhang Yifei didn't speak. The two of them took a deep look at Yan Fenghuo's straight back, and supported each other towards the north. At this moment, they knew that staying here would only cause trouble for Yan Fenghuo, and there was no way they could help him.
Busy until one o'clock.
The figures of the two people disappeared into the jungle, and Yan Fenghuo smiled silently. He did not hate the two people, but liked the two people very much. They were true comrades-in-arms, comrades who were willing to risk their lives for each other.
As the two people disappeared into the depths of the jungle behind them, the figure of mercenary captain Witte also appeared, followed by the drug lord Hong Lin who looked very tired and embarrassed.
Hong Lin is not stupid. He knows what happened to the mercenary team he hired at a huge price, and can only fall into deep helplessness. He hopes that the situation can be reversed and that he can still pass through this checkpoint smoothly.
"Hello." Witte looked at Yan Fenghuo with a pair of weathered but still clear eyes and greeted him.
Yan Fenghuo nodded, looked at Witte up and down, and said loudly: "We don't need to be so polite, because we are enemies. I have only one request: to withdraw from our country's territory immediately. Remember, this is not a plea,
It’s a requirement that you must do it without compromise.”
Witte smiled, pointed at the seriously injured mercenary who was already furious and said: "Give me my people, and I will withdraw from your country's territory immediately, and promise that I will never set foot in China again in my life."
Yan Fenghuo nodded quickly and stepped back nearly ten meters.
This means that the two sides have reached a compromise, the mercenaries have withdrawn from the country, and Yan Fenghuo has released them.
Two mercenaries came over, carried their seriously injured companion on their backs, and walked towards the jungle to the south without looking back. The captain had decided to give up the mission, and what he had to do now was to return immediately and leave this damn place.
Hong Lin grabbed Witte's collar and roared angrily: "Asshole, I gave you money, but you didn't complete the task. You are a bunch of liars and a bunch of bastards!"
Witte stretched out a hand to pinch Hong Lin's neck and threw him to the ground neatly: "Mr. Hong Lin, this mission cannot be continued. Because we have encountered irresistible factors, I have the right to give up. As for what you have paid,
I will refund you every cent of the commission. We apologize for any inconvenience caused to you."
"I don't need any fucking money, I just want you to take me to my destination, understand? I have no time, no time!" Hong Lin pestered Werther like a madman, with a hint of desperate madness in his eyes
.
Yan Fenghuo looked on with cold eyes. This was a matter between the mercenary and his employer and had nothing to do with him.
"Listen!" Witte pinched Hong Lin's neck and growled: "I have lost two of my best team members for this bullshit mission. My losses are much greater than yours. Don't tell me about the mission."
, I fucking hate this damn place, I hate China!”
After saying that, Werther left Hong Lin behind and strode towards the jungle in the south. As for Hong Lin, he fell slumped to the ground like an abandoned dog.
After a long while, Hong Lin stared blankly at Yan Fenghuo, who was wearing military uniform, and knelt down straight for him.
"Government, I plead guilty!" Hong Lin stretched out his hands to Yan Fenghuo. When he raised his head, his face was filled with tears of despair and pain.
Yan Fenghuo raised his eyebrows slightly and waved his hand for Hong Lin to come over. He likes to look into other people's eyes, because the eyes are the windows to the soul, and what is revealed inside cannot be disguised.