Although he was not wearing night vision goggles, the blood flowing from his body and shadows in the chaotic battle was still extremely conspicuous under the firelight.
After Bahram took a deep breath, he stabbed the guy who was entangled with him.
He expected to see uniforms or armor, but when a clear blow was struck, all he saw was muscle and hair.
This guy is really strong.
Bahram thrust harder before striking a second time, the blade trembling as it hit the bone.
As the dagger pierced hard, the corresponding roar echoed in the tunnel.
He took a few steps back, drew his weapon before the attacker pounced, and leaned back against the wall.
With the flickering light of the fire, he saw that he had stabbed a large man with a fleshy face, wearing an ill-fitting combat uniform, with his chest exposed and several grenades tied to his waist.
He lunged at Bahram like a bear, the dagger in his hand hungry for blood and revenge.
At this moment, Bahram's mind was extremely calm. He rushed forward suddenly, then bent down and passed under the opponent's armpit, then turned around and took a step forward, stabbing the knife upward and inward deeply.
When the dagger penetrated deeply, he savored the satisfying vibration of the steel, and the warmth of the blood flooding his hand.
The next second, groans and trembling came from the front.
The opponent turned around and swung the dagger away, but Bahram turned his head to avoid it, as if he had anticipated his move.
Bahram originally expected to kill the opponent with that knife, but obviously the big man was not that fragile.
Seeing the opponent's sharp blade approaching, he dodged to the right at a speed he couldn't normally do, and at the same time swung his right leg out like an iron whip.
Following the muffled sound, the man staggered back, clutching his chest, and his ribs seemed to have been cracked by the kick.
When he was staggering back, Bahram had already rushed forward, hooked the opponent's right arm with his left hand, and suddenly thrust the dagger, causing the opponent's weapon to fall from his hand to the ground with a scream.
But that person hasn't given up yet.
Although Bahram's offensive was successful, he was forced to get close to his opponent, so the big man gave him a headbutt.
"Well--"
He made a sound of pain and staggered back.
The other party's hard forehead hit the center of his face, causing severe pain and blood to cover his entire face.
He swayed, barely avoiding the bullets passing above his head.
The big man was frantically trying to pull something out of his belt, but the tendons in his right wrist had been severed, so he could only use his less skilled left hand.
In anger, he simply pulled off his belt.
But just as he raised his hand, Bahram gave it a roundhouse kick and sent it flying into the darkness out of sight.
At that moment, he clearly saw a string of grenades tied to his belt.
Then the two fell into close-to-hand combat, as if they were fighting in a spider web, and any wrong move would lead to death or being hit by stray bullets around them.
In the flickering light of the fire, the opponent's huge fist flew over. Bahram dodged to the left, and then punched the opponent in the ribs.
Although his hands are not as good as those of those who are accustomed to using swords, they are covered with calluses from years of hard work, and they have become dripping with blood from hitting the bones again and again.
Bahram tried to get behind his opponent, but the big man grabbed him and choked him.
This should have declared the end of the battle, but the man only had one good hand to use.
The boy roared, tensing his neck muscles against the suffocating effort.
Instinct told him that there was only one simple way to get rid of such a grapple - to throw the opponent away with an over-the-shoulder throw.
But the size difference between the two is too big, so it is difficult to use such skills.
So he chose to rush backwards, and the two of them fell backwards almost at the same time.
The next second, the back of the big man's head hit a huge pebble. The impact caused his head to shake forward, and his nose involuntarily hit the back of Bahram's head.
This blow was so violent that even Bahram frowned in pain.
But anyway this made the other person let go of his neck, he turned around and stabbed out his fingers dizzily.
His index finger and middle finger poked the other person's face, almost piercing the other person's eyeball.
The man immediately lowered his head instinctively, made a vague sound, stumbled backwards, leaned against the rock wall, and slipped to the ground.
Several bullets whizzed past, and Bahram had to bend down to avoid them.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man fell to the ground and began to crawl on the gravel.
Looking in the direction in which the other person was crawling, Bahram realized that the person was dragging him towards the belt that had been kicked away before. In the process, his hand was still pushing forward.
"Stop—"
Realizing the danger, Bahram jumped on the big man, held him down, and tried to drag him back.
But the man suddenly burst out with great strength. He dragged Bahram along with him on the ground and struggled to get close to the belt.
Bahram clamped the other person's arm tightly with his arms, trying to prevent him from reaching forward, grabbed a sharp stone on the side, and hammered the man's spine crazily.
In the darkness, humanity fades away, leaving them with only crazy animality.
Even though his back was badly bruised by the rocks, the big man was still struggling to move toward his belt.
Ten centimeters, five centimeters, the blood-stained fingers trembled and grabbed the grenades.
Bahram, who was already red-eyed, suddenly saw a flash of light in the darkness.
The dagger he dropped lay beside them.
So he grabbed the dagger and stabbed it in from behind with all his strength.
This time, it stabbed directly into the heart.
The big man was trembling under Bahram, and he still reached for the belt with his arm. At this time, he was only one finger away from it.
He gasped unwillingly.
"Feel sorry."
After Bahram whispered, he pulled out the dagger and slashed the opponent's neck from behind.
The outstretched hand then fell weakly.
After a brief tremor, there was silence.
Bahram subsequently obtained the grenades.
boom--!
When those grenades flew into the crowd, the battle lost its suspense.
"How did you get him just now?"
Everyone gathered around the big man who had just died, and Oscar confirmed that this man should be the leader of the team they eliminated.
After the noisy battle, the silence could no longer be tolerated, and shivers ran down Bahram's spine and into his right arm, making his dagger shake.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his grip, wiped his blood-stained face with his sleeve, and then stared into the darkness, but there was nothing there now.
"I--"
It felt like an eternity passed before Bahram uttered these words, his voice sounding like a harsh, hoarse whisper.
"I don't know either."
Suddenly, there was a faint explosion outside the cave. The boys ran to the entrance of the cave and saw a golden signal flare rising slowly.