The earthen jar will not break apart from the well mouth.
A strong man will inevitably die in battle.
From the day he joined Arctic Fox, Wang Ming was prepared to die in battle. In the words of his boss, these people have sinned so much that they will have to go to the eighteenth level of hell sooner or later. Today is his turn. Wang Ming is not afraid and has no regrets.
I just feel sorry for my elderly parents in China.
Frustrated, he left the army and left home.
For eight years, he didn't know how his parents were doing or whether they were living a good life, but he didn't worry about his parents having nothing to support him. The boss would definitely take care of his future affairs.
He believed in that godlike man.
When the East Turkestan militants rushed up and saw him pointing a gun at their head, most of them looked at them with their guns raised. He glanced at these people with contempt, sneered, and put his finger on the trigger of the pistol to try harder.
Bang bang bang!
There was a sudden gunshot, followed by the roar of two machine guns.
The militants in front of Wang Ming didn't know where the bullets came from. They fell in pieces like a wheat field blown by a strong wind. Wang Ming, who almost committed suicide, was stunned.
The militants behind were stunned by seven or eight grenades, leaving more than 20 corpses behind. They retreated in fear. In a series of fierce battles, they suffered unbearable casualties.
Advance and retreat.
become a problem for them.
Not everyone can become a warrior who is not afraid of death under the hypnosis of extreme religious thoughts. Several leaders are quarreling about what to do next.
"Wang Ming... Put down the gun for me. What kind of man can you think of committing suicide?" Yang Chen left and returned. Under the cover of the two men, he rushed to Wang Ming's side. He was afraid that Wang Ming and others would fight to the death to delay time.
What are you afraid of? What happened? It wasn't too late to return and I saved one.
Wang Ming said anxiously: "Boss...how can you come back..."
"I can't be a coward who abandons his comrades and runs away." Yang Chen said as he bandaged Wang Ming. After briefly stopping the bleeding, he ordered the two people who returned with him to take Wang Ming away first.
The three of them hesitated.
"Go, this is an order!"
Yang Chen's face was as dark as water, and he brooked no objection. The three of them nodded silently and quickly ran up the mountain, climbed over the mountain, and left the valley where the village was located.
Yang Chen, who was halfway up the mountain, overlooked the village below where half of the adobe houses had been destroyed, as well as the militants who were hiding behind rocks and trees and looking up.
He seemed frightened.
Yang Chen snorted coldly, lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and slowly retreated towards the mountain.
Wu Rui and others who had climbed over the ridge were all panicked when they saw Wang Ming coming back without Yang Chen. Wu Rui thought that something had happened to Yang Chen, so she was furious. In addition, due to the recent malnutrition, she was extremely weak, dizzy, and almost fainted.
, thanks to the support of several people around her, she grabbed Wang Ming and asked hysterically: "Yang Chen, where is Yang Chen?"
Wang Ming said that Yang Chen was behind, but Wu Rui didn't believe it. He picked up the gun and went to meet him. No one could hold him back, and they didn't dare to pull him hard. It was obvious that this woman had a close relationship with the boss.
Suddenly someone shouted: "Miss Wu, isn't that the boss?"
People turned to look at the way they came, and it was indeed Yang Chen who was running back. Wu Rui's almost broken nerves relaxed and her whole body collapsed to the ground.
"Boss, I have been in contact with the air force base, but they said that the situation must be reported to the higher-ups, and then military planes can be dispatched only after the higher-ups issue orders." The man in charge of communications shrugged helplessly.
It's a process again.
It just kills people.
Yang Chen frowned. He was not afraid of opponents who were like gods, but teammates who were like pigs. He walked quickly to Wu Rui and handed the kettle and military compressed dry food to Wu Rui. He was thinking about how to deal with difficult situations, his own life and death,
He was not worried, what he was worried about was how to ensure Wu Rui's safety and take the remaining brothers out intact.
Wu Rui finished eating the dry food, drank some water, calmed down, looked at Yang Chen's handsome face with a hint of solemnity, and said apologetically: "I am the one who has caused you trouble."
"You gave me my life, so why bother?" Yang Chen caressed Wu Rui's face and smiled softly.
"I haven't washed my face in several days, don't look at me like that." Wu Rui lowered her head in embarrassment when she saw Yang Chen staring at her face.
"That's good, no need to apply oil paint." Yang Chen teased Wu Rui, which made the girl blush. She grabbed Yang Chen's hand and took a bite.
Neither light nor heavy.
Just enough to leave a clear tooth mark.
Yang Chen looked at his hands and smiled. Since the eldest daughter of the Wu family was transferred to the secret combat unit, her ladylike demeanor has gradually disappeared.
Also, as the chief officer of the Women's Special Forces, if you keep acting like a rich lady, you will definitely not be able to control those women who are much tougher than ordinary men.
The enemy seemed to have stopped pursuing.
Yang Chen thought for a moment and made a decision, dividing his troops into two groups.
The Arctic Fox team is all the way, and Yang Chen and Wu Rui are all the way, distracting the enemy's attention. Once in danger, there is no need to worry about them all falling into despair. Moreover, in the deep mountains and old forests, the fewer people there are, the easier it is to move.
Arctic Fox and others hesitated to speak, but finally did not dare to object. It was useless for anyone to object to what their leader had decided. After a short rest, the two groups split up.
Wang Ming led seven people into the jungle first.
Yang Chen waited for Wang Ming and others to go far away, and took Wu Rui with him, and also began to trek through mountains and rivers. He had a GPS locator, a military compass, and a map. He didn't worry about getting lost at all. Even without these things, Yang Chen couldn't be troubled.
Wu Rui, who was in deep danger, was filled with joy. Due to various reasons in the past few years, she had not been alone with Yang Chen for too long. The best time was still in the exercise many years ago, when Yang Chen was seriously injured and hospitalized.
Those were the most wonderful, warm and happy three months in Wu Rui's life. It was her encounter with this man that changed the trajectory of her life. She was supposed to become a military doctor and enjoy a comfortable life, but eventually became a member of the secret combat force.
The chief officer acted like a typical female man.
Sunset in the west.
Among the high mountains and ridges, the two people walked and stopped.
The mountainous areas on the Afghanistan-Pakistan border have beautiful scenery and pristine ecology without pollution. However, there are too many armed elements and terrorists of unknown origin hiding there, including terrorist tycoons.
Wu Rui had long forgotten these things and enjoyed the happiness of being alone with Yang Chen, but Yang Chen still remained vigilant at all times, and the two climbed up the ridge.
"Shh..."
Yang Chen suddenly signaled Wu Rui to be quiet.
On the flat meadow on the ridge, dozens of goats were grazing, and a boy of thirteen or fourteen was sitting on a rock, playing something like a flute.
Bin.
Indian and Pakistani folk instruments.
It's what the Indian snake charmers blow.
Yang Chen narrowed his eyes and walked slowly over. The young man had already discovered him and Wu Rui, so there was no need to hide them anymore.
The young man sitting on the rock allowed the two strangers to approach him. He spoke calmly, with a handsome face, clear eyes, and a small white hat. The first impression he gave was that he was unconcerned with the world, clean and simple.
Yang Chen and Wu Rui walked towards the boy leisurely. The moment they passed by, Wu Rui smiled at the boy, who still calmly performed the melodious melody.
Yang Chen's deep eyes revealed murderous intent.
A teenage shepherd boy was not afraid of strangers in the wild mountains. It was too strange. You must know that this is a mountainous area on the border between Afghanistan and Pakistan where terrorists are rampant. The mountains and rivers are barren. It is not a paradise that is isolated from the world. How can a teenage child do that?
So simple and simple.
"This kid plays very nice music."
After Wu Rui finished speaking in a low voice, she glanced back at the young man's back, turned her face, and found that Yang Chen had silently raised his gun, the long barrel of the Beretta 9/pistol with a silencer pointed at the young man's back.
"What are you doing?!" Wu Rui was surprised, and then pressed down Yang Chen's gun hand without any explanation, and scolded in a low voice: "Yang Zi, are you addicted to killing? He is still a child."
Yang Chen replied calmly: "I only know that your and my safety are the most important."
"Whose safety can he, a kid who herds sheep, threaten?" Wu Rui was faintly angry, and suddenly felt that Yang Chen when he was killing people was strange and ruthless.
Is this still the sunny and open-minded man that I loved back then?
Yang Chen noticed Wu Rui's dissatisfaction and doubts, smiled bitterly, and slowly lowered his hand holding the gun. He compromised, not wanting Wu Rui to be angry.
"You've really changed over the years."
Wu Rui left her words lukewarm and moved forward quickly. Loving couples who have been separated for too long will become strangers, causing estrangement and cracks, not to mention couples without the constraints of marriage.
Ruirui, you have changed too.
Become strong and domineering.
She has the look of an officer in charge of the women's special forces team.
Yang Chen muttered in his heart and quickly caught up with Wu Rui.
The two continued on their way, but they stopped talking to each other. They were each thinking about their own thoughts. After the sun sank into the mountains, the sky gradually darkened, and a rift valley more than 20 meters wide lay in front of them. The cliffs were steep and up to 100 meters deep.
At the bottom of the valley is a large, flowing river with fast currents.
A place that professional rafting athletes will definitely fall in love with.
Fortunately, there was a single-plank bridge across the rift valley. Yang Chen and Wu Rui walked to the bridge. They said it was a bridge, but it was actually a wooden raft made of three logs nailed together.
This bridge has experienced countless winds and rains and is in serious decay.
Yang Chen stopped at the bridgehead and fiddled with the GPS locator. After locating the position, he checked the map. He crossed the rift valley and walked east for more than 20 kilometers. There was a road leading to the air force base where he came from.
"Ruirui, I'm afraid this bridge won't be able to bear the weight of two people. You go across first." Yang Chen said, putting away the GPS locator and the map. Wu Rui seemed to be resentful of Yang Chen's tendency to kill innocent people indiscriminately.
Huai, walked on the bridge silently.
This bridge, this deep valley, and the rushing river at the bottom of the valley could not scare Wu Rui, the captain of the women's special team. She walked over slowly and shouted to Yang Chen: "It's okay, come here."
Yang Chen agreed, walked onto the wooden bridge, and walked quickly to the middle of the wooden bridge. Wu Rui on the opposite side was stunned for some reason, and Yang Chen subconsciously turned around.
Familiar people.
The shepherd boy who played the piano.
At this time, the young man appeared silently with an AK47 in his hand. He pointed it at Yang Chen and pulled the trigger without hesitation. Yang Chen had nowhere to dodge on the narrow bridge deck half a meter wide.
At the critical moment, Yang Chen jumped off the bridge, hooked his hands on the bridge deck, and kept the soles of his feet in the air. Perhaps the force of his fall was too great, and with a click, the log on the edge of the bridge deck that Yang Chen hooked with his hands suddenly broke.
