In the hills and jungles, on the side of an unknown road, the air is filled with gunpowder and a disgusting strong smell of burning. Several burning car bodies are rolled over on the ground, and dead bodies in different postures are scattered around. At a glance
The number is unknown, but if you include the fallen figures in the jungle beside the road, it is at least the number of a company.
Yes, the deceased was not an ordinary person, that's obvious.
Their clothing, the firearms they held, and the armored personnel carrier in the wreckage with a big hole in its side all spoke to their military status.
As for the identity and origin of the enemy on the other side, it is still unknown.
Because judging from the almost one-sided battle traces at the scene, this should be an encounter, or more accurately, an ambush. The soldier convoy was obviously hit hard without any preparation, and there should be heavy fire suppression afterwards.
As a result, they had no time to get out of the car and make effective resistance, and they were already dead and wounded. Not even an enemy corpse could be found at the scene.
The sporadic gunshots in the distance gradually became fainter, until finally they were silent, the jungle returned to silence, and the battle came to an end.
Not long after, there was a soft rustling sound, and several figures wearing camouflage combat uniforms emerged from the jungle one after another, from all directions, walking towards the road in twos and threes, getting closer, waving hello, saying something with a smile,
Obviously they are all familiar with each other.
In the end, everyone gathered together, only about a dozen people.
Obviously, they are the other party who initiated the battle and are also the winners of this battle.
This is undoubtedly shocking. Looking at the history of ancient and modern wars in the world, there has never been a shortage of classic battles in which fewer people defeated more people. However, in the context of modern warfare, especially with the widespread use of firearms and equipment, small-scale battles are so-called paper battles.
In reality, there won't be much of a gap in terms of strength. Otherwise, a certain pirate force would have been wiped out long ago, and how could it still be able to occupy a corner and act so boldly?
But the current fact is that the gap between strength and weakness is so obvious, so obvious that it is puzzling, even under the precondition of ambush and sneak attack!
In this case, there is only one explanation, which is that the quality of personnel on both sides of the war is simply not on the same level.
This is the fact. Although the faces of these people are painted with various colors of camouflage, if you look carefully, you will find a familiar face. It is Nakashimakawa who took the initiative to contact the Tang Dynasty in a Bangkok hotel a few days ago. It comes from Kitouji
The killer.
Looking at Nakashimagawa's posture of cleaning the battlefield while chatting and laughing with his surrounding companions from time to time, the origins of these people are self-evident.
A dozen or so killers with excellent individual qualities, combined with heavy firepower, and the sneak attack method they are best at, can explain the almost crushing battle situation.
"Morita-kun, congratulations on completing this test. We finally made it through alive."
"Congratulations to you too, Nakajima-kun. It's a pity Ono-kun, we came in together, and we just missed this last step... He shouldn't have escaped from the training camp..."
"Don't be sad, Morita-kun. Everyone has their own choice, and they all have to bear the consequences. Although Ono-kun died at the hands of the instructor, I think... he should have returned to his favorite cherry blossom tree in his hometown now.
Under the tree.”
"You are right, Nakajima-kun. When I go back this time, I want to go back to Ono-kun's hometown to pay my respects."
"Okay, I will go with you then. Now, let's cheer up!" After patting his companion on the shoulder, Nakashimakawa turned around and shouted, "Xiaoyanagi-kun, have you found the mission target? We don't have much time.
It’s time for us to retreat.”
"Found it, don't worry, I'm looking for an angle." Beside the armored vehicle in the distance, a figure holding a portable camera circled. At his feet was a charred and broken corpse. There was a dull yellow star on the military uniform at the shoulder.
Bronze General Star said, "You have to take better photos. After all, this is our graduation photo."
"Ha ha……"
"That makes sense, Mr. Xiaoliu, take a good photo and give me a souvenir later."
"Don't worry, everyone has it."
While laughing, Nakashimakawa shook his head relaxedly and did not stop. This was indeed a memorable moment. He pressed the intercom on his shoulder and said: "Mishan-kun, the mission is completed, you can withdraw now."
Released, no one answered on the intercom, "Mishan-kun, Mishan-kun?"
"What's wrong?" Morita, who had just been talking to him, turned around and looked.
"Oh, it's nothing." Nakashimakawa took off the headset and the communication device on his shoulder, looked over it over and over again, and asked doubtfully, "Strange, is there something wrong?"
"Let me take a look." Morita reached out and took it, checked it, and then pressed the communication device on his body, "Hey, hey, it's not broken. Can you hear it, Mishan-kun? Mishan-kun...could it be that his equipment is broken?"
?”
Nakashimakawa frowned slightly and looked up at the distant hills to the left: "Is that where Miyama is?"
"Yes, he chose the commanding heights himself. Don't worry, maybe he is still using his sniper rifle to search for fish that slipped through the net. You know, Mishan-kun has always been very murderous."
"Um... no, I have to go and take a look."
"No need...Shasha..."
Amidst some noise in the communication equipment, an unfamiliar and indifferent voice suddenly came out. Nakashimakawa's body suddenly shook, and he raised his head. At the top of the hill, a bright light flashed away. It was the reflection of a high-power mirror!
The shadow of death instantly enveloped me, and my body instinctively reacted to avoidance. At this time, there was a surprise cheer from behind, "Haha, I've taken the photo..."
boom--
The cheers suddenly stopped, and frightened birds flew up from the hills in the distance. Only then did the short and dull gunshots slowly come out, echoing slowly over the jungle.
"Enemy attack!"
Yelling a warning, Nakashimakawa instantly made several tactical rolls and hid behind the broken armored vehicle. The other killers on the side, no need to remind them, actually hid in the bunkers next to them the moment the gunfire rang out. Originally, there were more than ten people on the roadside.
Disappeared out of thin air, just like magic.
But this is certainly not magic, it is the body's instinct under the awareness of crisis. This is the powerful ability after systematic training. If the soldiers on the ground also had such individual qualities, they would not have completely lost their ability to resist in a surprise attack before.
.
It sounds complicated, but in fact it was only a few breaths after the gunshot, and an indifferent voice came from the headset again,
"No need...Shasha...I'll come find you!"
Looking at his companion on the ground not far away, half of his head was blown off but still holding the camera tightly in his hand, Nakashimakawa pursed his lips and said in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
"Have you forgotten so soon... Shasha, Nakajima-kun..." This time it was not the noise of communication equipment, but the sound of high-speed movement in the jungle, scraping the branches and leaves, "We were in contact two days ago...
"
"Are you that lone wolf?!" Nakashimakawa was stunned for a moment, then his face was filled with murderous intent, "You are looking for death!"
"Haha, aren't all killers like this... rustle... death is like the wind, always with me..."
"Why?"
The headset person paused, "...it seems you don't know, which is really regrettable...but it's not important now, is it?"
"That's right." Nakashimakawa waved his hand and made several gestures to his companions, with a cruel smile on his lips, "You should know who you are provoking!"
"Of course, the young talents of Beitoji... Unfortunately, you don't know who you are provoking..."