Hongmao was leading the team to exercise in the mountain col. He sneezed three times in a row. He rubbed his nose and muttered: "I thought about it, scolded me, and complained about it. Who is talking about me?"
Huang Qiuchen said mischievously from the side: "Is that little girl you picked up in City A talking about you, haha."
Several team members around him smiled "hehe" and stared at Hong Mao. Hong Mao's face suddenly looked like a ripe tomato. He lowered his head and took two steps and whispered: "Go, go."
,go."
The team members burst into laughter again, and Zheng Jianyou said calmly: "It's not good that someone misses me. If my wife really knew that I had arrived in Japan, she would be worried to death. Before I left, I lied to her to attend special training.
." The soldiers around him gave him a thumbs up.
Zheng Jianyou was originally a transport helicopter pilot in the Army Air Combat Team. Because the helicopter crashed on the way to Saga, he had to temporarily join the Hongmao task force.
Zheng Jianyou was quite restrained at first, especially because his driving skills protected the safety of the entire transport fleet, so the soldiers in the entire task force were very grateful and admired Zheng Jianyou. In addition, the soldiers on land admired him who could soar in the sky.
Eagle, so Zheng Jianyou is still relatively popular among the special teams.
During the first battle, Zheng Jianyou was initially overwhelmed by the ferocity of the special forces, especially the warriors who came back alive from the towns and cities, and the danger on the battlefield.
When the warriors used the knife to clean up the battlefield and pulled out the white brains from the brain, Zheng Jianyou's stomach began to feel like vomiting. He couldn't help but want to talk to Hongmao about the policy of treating prisoners.
But when a Japanese soldier who was pretending to be dead pointed his gun at one of his own people, Zheng Jianyou's last trace of pity for these seemingly pitiful Japanese was thrown back to mainland China. All he could think about was protecting himself and killing the enemy.
When he was attacked in the woods, Zheng Jianyou had already started shooting. The feeling of the infantry killing made the man's blood boil. After rushing into the camp, Zheng Jianyou had long forgotten everything. He only knew how to kill the enemy. Then
In one battle he killed 37 people.
When he first used the knife, he was not used to it. After all, the training methods of the air force and the special forces were different. When the first knife fell on the Japanese, Zheng Jianyou's whole body was spattered with blood, but the man was still full of blood.
Rolling on the ground, he suddenly felt a little stupid.
Huang Qiuchen came over at this time, gently pressed his foot against the military thorn, and raised it slightly. The blood did not flow much, but the enemy was already dying.
Huang Qiuchen continued to teach Zheng Jianyou how to insert a knife into a human body and kill him with one blow, where to start and how to end.
After killing 6 or 7 people, Zheng Jianyou's skill in using knives has obviously improved. He applied what he learned. The blood flowed out along the blood groove of the military thorn, but it never sprayed to other places. Huang Qiuchen nodded with satisfaction and said: "
That's just the way a cook cooks a cow. Killing is a skill and an art, especially killing Japanese is a beautiful enjoyment."
Zheng Jianyou shook his head with a wry smile, watching Huang Qiuchen leave him, and walked swaggeringly to the head of a Japanese soldier who was moaning softly next to him, and gently pushed it with his two feet. The Japanese soldier's head turned to the other side, and his saliva flowed from
With his mouth open and flowing out, Zheng Jianyou even seemed to see the Japanese soldier's pupils slowly dissipate.
Zheng Jianyou felt a chill running through his body. People could still kill like this. He thought to himself: Are all those trained by the special operations team such murderers?
He looked back at Hong Mao's cold eyes and quick methods. No wonder this special team was called the Devil Team and was so vicious, Zheng Jianyou thought.
The battle was over. After a short rest, Zheng Jianyou gradually calmed down from the excitement. He sat in the corner and watched the soldiers throwing corpses into the pit indiscriminately, and then looked at the blood on his hands.
He Junqi felt a little guilty in his heart.
The words of the demon captain Hongmao temporarily freed Zheng Jianyou from his guilt. Hongmao stood in the camp and said loudly: "Soldiers and brothers, you have worked hard. It is up to you to realize the hatred of the Chinese nation. The young and old men in the country are waiting for you.
Following the news of your victory, avenge the 300,000 fellow residents of Nanjing and the 35 million Chinese people who died! Revenge!"
"Revenge, revenge!" The members of the Longfeng Team who were doing their work encouraged and responded. Zheng Jianyou's blood also boiled. His belief in avenging the Chinese nation and the Chinese people temporarily swept away his guilt.
And empty.
After cleaning up the scene, Zheng Jianyou immediately followed the task force and moved into the mountainous area, from the winding path to the mountains, and from the top of the untraveled mountain back to the foot of the mountain.
After avoiding the winding mountain road and advancing in the hinterland of the mountain, Zheng Jianyou's physical strength gradually failed to support him. The soldiers took Zheng Jianyou's extra things and carried them on their shoulders.
The retired soldiers of the special forces are as strong as a cow. Huang Qiuchen carrying a 50 kilogram electromagnetic gun on his back did not hinder the troops at all. On the contrary, he was in high spirits and felt as if he was walking on flat ground.
Comparatively speaking, the quality of the younger team members was worse. Zheng Jianyou could already hear the breathing of Xu Tongyue beside him, but he himself had no consciousness now and was following the team closely with all his strength.
The worst person is Chen Feirong, who no longer cares about the ridicule of other team members, lies on Su Haihong's shoulder, sticks out his tongue, and murmurs: "I'm exhausted."
Yu Chenglong ran over and whispered: "Report, we need to cross the winding mountain road ahead, but there is a small village in front of the road, with about ten households."
Hong Mao let the team rest on the spot first. He, Duanmu Xianglong and Yu Chenglong hid on the top of the mountain and looked down the mountain. Hong Mao couldn't help but said: "Where is the small village? Isn't this a road hotel?"
Next to the road, several young men stood and looked eagerly at the end of the road in the distance. Several girls sat next to the house, dressed up and scantily clad. A clearing was dug out at the foot of the road and yards were built with bricks.
There are several large trucks.
Duanmu Xianglong handed the binoculars to Hong Mao and laughed first. He said: "This is what we call a highway chicken shop. I never expected that the characteristics of domestic national highways are also found in Japan, and it seems to be more professional."
Yu Chenglong saw several yards in front of him and reported it to the company commander without waiting for a closer look. Unexpectedly, the information was wrong. He was very embarrassed at first, but when he heard Duanmu Xianglong talking, he quickly interrupted and said: "Actually, the highway chicken restaurants in China are from Japan.
As I learned from the past, Japan’s sex industry is a leader in Asia. This one-stop service is very suitable for long-distance drivers who travel far away. Sometimes even people in the city drive here to consume. After all, it is safer to stay away from the crowd.”