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Chapter 68 The flood washed the Dragon King Temple

Qin Fei climbed ashore on his hands and knees, sat down on a rock on the shore, and kept breathing heavily.

After taking a look at himself, fortunately, the gun was not lost. When he jumped into the river, Qin Fei hung him on the three-point gun belt. The quality of this thing was not bad, and it actually did not loosen in the rapid water.

After being washed by the cold river water, Qin Fei's wounds hurt everywhere.

There were several cuts on his neck and face, probably from when he rolled down the hillside with a big bear.

After tearing open the camouflage combat uniform, there was a wound of about 2 centimeters on the chest. Fortunately, it did not pierce the lungs and pleura, but only damaged the muscles.

Thinking back to the moment when he fought the big bear just now, Qin Fei felt a chill running down his spine, and he was scared when he thought about it.

The most terrible thing is that there is a serious bruise on the waist.

It was probably caused by being shot by the sniper named Lao Mao.

The entire tactical bag hanging on the back of the waist has been torn open, like a grinning face.

After pouring out the contents, Qin Fei discovered that it was the wine flask that saved his life. The inner tank of this thing was made of silver, but the outside was covered with a layer of stainless steel, so its strength was pretty good.

This puzzled Qin Fei. Logically speaking, a sniper rifle bullet would penetrate the wine bottle if it hit it at such a close range.

After carefully looking at the bullet holes on the wine bottle, Qin Fei seemed to understand something.

There is no warhead in the wine bottle, which means that the warhead has jumped somewhere else.

Perhaps because the surface of the hip flask was smooth and curved, he was hit while running quickly, causing a strange ricochet.

What a fortune!

Qin Fei felt that he was like smoke rising from his ancestral grave. The probability of such a ricochet was less than one in a thousand, but he actually encountered it.

He escaped death, but the sin of living is unforgivable.

Qin Fei's waist hurt so much that he almost couldn't straighten up.

He took out the medical bag and simply sprinkled styptic powder on his neck and chest. He also took out the tactical bag he received from Big Bear and started searching through it.

very lucky.

This guy has been performing missions in the field, so he has a few individual soldier rations in his bag.

When I took it out, I saw in English that it was a US-made MRE field individual soldier ration.

The hungry Qin Fei tore open the wrapping paper with his hands and mouth. There was no need for the self-heating food anymore. At least eating it cold like this would be a thousand times more enjoyable than chewing grass roots before.

Although this thing has a completely Western taste, for Qin Fei, it is simply a luxurious meal in a five-star hotel.

After stuffing the last piece of beef jerky into his mouth, Qin Fei burped.

It was the only decent meal he had eaten in the past day.

After filling his stomach, Qin Fei immediately thought of the FOX team.

So I quickly took out the map and compass, checked them carefully, and determined my position first.

It wasn't too far that I was swept out by the river, it was only about one kilometer off the original route.

One person in the FOX team is dead now, and another Deleto is injured, and they have to carry a poison queen Zhang Lan weighing 100 kilograms. If he works harder, he can still intercept them at Falling Eagle Cliff before they leave the country.

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He thought of his personal earphones. The heavy rain had stopped. If the search team sent by Lei Gong was nearby, maybe he could receive the signal on their radio.

When I looked for it, I found that the situation was terrible.

The headphones have long since disappeared.

I don’t know which direction the search team sent by Lei Gong and the others went. FOX temporarily changed the route of advancement. It is very clear about the scope of activities of the Army Aviation and search teams in this area. At this time, Lei Gong and his special forces search team may be in the area.

Looking for traces of yourself in the wrong places.

In any case, I can no longer make any other choice now.

The time has reached 4:50 in the morning, and there are still 40 minutes left before the FOX team's originally scheduled crossing time.

The veterans of these special forces have always been strict about the time in the plan, almost every second is accurate, and they will not be delayed unless they are early.

He must reach Falling Eagle Cliff within forty minutes.

After swallowing two painkillers found in the medical bag, Qin Fei gritted his teeth and stood up, packed his equipment and started racing against time again.

A thin ray of morning light has appeared in the forest, and a faint fish belly white appears on the sky.

The jungle was covered with sunlight and was still pitch black, but the situation had improved a lot from before. At least now Qin Fei was sure that he could shoot the target accurately without using night vision goggles.

Suddenly, several black shadows appeared on the right side.

Qin Fei quickly stopped and ducked behind a tree as nimbly as a wild cat.

Did he catch up with the FOX team so quickly!?

Their traveling speed is really slow enough.

Qin Fei did not plan to engage in a head-on fight with them, which would be a very unwise choice.

Decided to hide and wait for them to leave before looking for opportunities to make a sneak attack.

Soon, he heard what seemed to be someone talking in the team near him.

And it was a typical conversation between soldiers in the Z country army.

Chinese!

God! It’s one of our own!

He stretched out half of his head and took a peek in the direction of the sound.

It's the Armed Police Border Patrol!

Qin Fei almost screamed with joy!

It is almost certain that what appears here at this time must be a search team!

Besides them, who else could be there!?

"Please wait!" Qin Fei stepped out from behind the tree, raised his gun and raised it to his head to show that he had no ill intentions, "Comrade, which army are you from!?"

The team that was only seven or eight meters away from him was obviously startled by the sudden appearance of Qin Fei.

Bah——

A bullet flew past Qin Fei's clothes and shot directly into the tree trunk next to him.

"Holy shit! I'm one of my own! I'm a senior soldier in the Reconnaissance Battalion of Army Group D, Qin Fei!"

Hurry and identify yourself, otherwise it would be unjust to die in the hands of your own people.

Only then did Qin Fei see clearly who the detachment in front of him was.

This is a small team of eight people. The leader is an armed police lieutenant. The rest include a first-class non-commissioned officer and six private first-class soldiers.

All eight armed police soldiers squatted on the ground, their guns pointed at Qin Fei, their eyes full of vigilance.

Qin Fei suddenly realized that he had made a big mistake.

What he is wearing now is not the hunter camouflage of the Z country army before, nor does he have a military rank. This clothes was taken off the body of Zhang Lan's dead bodyguard.

Foreign military 511 combat pants, Phantom CIRAS molle tactical vest...

The most terrible thing is that what he is holding is not the Type 95, but an assault rifle modified from an AR-15...

"Don't be nervous, I can explain why I am wearing foreign military equipment..."

"Put down your gun! Put it down!" the lieutenant ordered Qin Fei nervously, and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense to me! Put down your gun first and surrender! Surrender!"

Qin Fei secretly complained in his heart, now he couldn't even wash himself off after jumping into the Yellow River.

This is certainly not the first time that the armed police who are responsible for patrolling the border have encountered drug traffickers. They have been fighting against the most vicious cross-border drug traffickers all year round. Many people have fallen at the gunpoint of armed drug traffickers. It can be said that they hate drug traffickers deeply.

And myself...

Damn, no matter how I look at myself, I feel like an armed drug dealer...


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