In the words of the captain, there are some things to eat when we enter the jungle, there are birds in the sky, fish in the water, no matter how bad the weeds and wild vegetables can satisfy hunger, but without ammunition there is only a dead end, and the weapon is the life of the soldier. (8)(1)Δ Chinese Ω net.『 ８⒈

I was sick to my stomach when I ran for my life and compressed the biscuits, and I was reluctant to eat the beef jerky in my backpack, how could I have time to find food on the way to escape, and I could finally open meat tonight, but unfortunately we couldn't start a fire in the enemy-occupied area, so we could only eat raw meat.

But it doesn't matter, raw meat is commonplace for me, speaking of this I think of the big guy of the Titan, that thing likes to eat raw meat the most, as long as the steak is ripe, and he said with a look of enjoyment, only then can he eat the taste of meat, look at his mouthful of blood foam and savage is no different.

Tonight, too, we were going to be wild men, jumped down from the tree, and when I got closer, I saw that the cheetah had been dismantled by the monkey and the striker, and the monkey had put a large piece of bloody leopard meat in his saber and handed it to me.

I reached out and shook off the warm blood on it, the pungent smell of blood came into my nostrils, I didn't feel any discomfort, I was now my nose basically immune to this smell, not only that, but the smell also stimulated the nerves and pulled the wild inside.

Sitting under the tree next to him, holding the raw meat with the body temperature of a cheetah, he bit it with a big mouthful, and his cheeks on both sides were stained with blood, looking like a man-eating zombie in an American movie.

The taste of raw meat is indeed not very good, but it is very hungry, and it can quickly replenish physical strength, mercenaries like us who often fight in the jungle, eating raw meat is a compulsory course, I do not reject this, although the mouth is full of fishy smell, but I also feel that it is much stronger than compressed biscuits.

I ate one kilogram of leopard meat three times and divided it by two, drank a sip of water full of bleaching powder, and rinsed it in my mouth, and when I spit it out, the water turned red.

I reached out and wiped the corners of my mouth, and stood up from under the tree, it was the first time since I entered the jungle that I had eaten so much, and I felt that all the strength I had lost had returned, and my physical strength had returned to its best condition.

Looking at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, standing on the hillside and looking down, the town below was brightly lit, especially the military base behind, there were at least five patrols patrolling non-stop, and the two searchlights above the tower kept flickering around, and the guards were extremely tight.

They must know that mercenaries are coming into the rear, so they will be on guard, we are not going to strike at this base, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and that is a matter for the government forces, we don't want to clash head-on with the big forces, we just want to go around the town and get to the rear of the rebels.

Descending from the hillside, following a hidden mountain road from the flank of the town to the rear, we were not met by the rebels on the way, but on two occasions we were startled by the searchlights, but we were quick to react and lay on the ground without being seen.

This is the last blockade line of the rebels, and it is not far from the Rwandan border to bypass this town, and it is the rear of the rebels, and the logistics and supplies are transported from that area to the front line, which is also our mission goal.

This section of the road really did not enter, for the sake of safety we went around a big circle, more than the original route walked nearly 200 kilometers, but the detour has the advantage of a detour, this way down only encountered a few scattered rebels, most of them are deserters and refugees who entered the barracks for rice, and it was solved easily, without encountering a large number of enemy troops passing by.

After a long journey of two days and two nights, on the morning of the third day, I finally entered the target area, walked downstream along the river beach for nearly three hours, and saw a stone bridge, which was the only way to go to the front line from the rear.

When he was two hundred meters away from the stone bridge, the voice of the striker suddenly came from the headset: "There is a garrison at the bridgehead, about thirty people, and a watchtower has been built, with snipers above and two heavy machine guns below. ”

After hearing the debriefing, we quietly retreated into the jungle on the right, and in a short time, the striker came out of the forest in front of us.

"How? Are there any other presents? The captain asked.

"It's a checkpoint, vehicles and people need to be checked, and the soldiers must know when the vehicles carrying the munitions pass through or if they pass through here." The striker crouched on the ground and said that when he was scouting, he happened to see a jeep being inspected.

"So we can only get accurate information from this checkpoint, can I understand that?" The monkey asked, holding a leaf in his mouth.

"That's right, these soldiers have the information we need." The striker shrugged his shoulders and continued, "It's just that the watchtower is not easy to deal with, we have to find a way, and it is better to fight silently, because there are likely to be other garrisons in the vicinity to reinforce it." ”

"I like to kill people with knives, especially the feeling of cutting my neck, it's very enjoyable!" The monkey's bloodthirsty smile seemed to foreshadow the tragic fate of the soldiers.

"Is this a ninja's line, can you learn from a good person, such as me!" I glanced at him and pointed to myself.

"Get out, don't pee and take pictures, where are you touching the word good guy, none of the people who died in your hands are all corpses, it is already a gift from God to be able to leave half of your head, you bastard has a little white face, in fact, you are a complete demon!" The monkey gave me a vicious middle finger.

“no，no，no！ That's my gift, it's not about God! I shrugged and said nonchalantly.

"Captain, you don't have it now, the assassin is getting more and more shameless." The monkey turned to look at the captain.

The captain smiled and said, "End the checkpoint at eight o'clock tonight, if I were you, I would take this time to choose to rest and recharge my energy, instead of boring bickering!" If you're really energetic, I don't mind if you go on the alert together! ”

"The monkey said he wanted to be on the first shift!" I hurriedly pointed to the monkey and said, then leaned on the striker's back with the gun, tilted my head and began to sleep.

"Bichi, when did Lao Tzu say that?" After the monkey finished speaking, no one paid attention to him, and even the captain lay in the grass and closed his eyes.

"Damn, a bunch of inhuman bastards!" The monkey swore and stood up, and reluctantly ran to the front with a gun in hand.

Time passed quietly after a long wait, and as night fell, the garrison at the bridgehead turned on its lights, and I crouched on the hillside on the side of the road, and through the muzzle of the machine gun, I could clearly see the figures in the watchtowers, and from time to time the laughter of the rebels could be heard.

Through the night vision binoculars I saw three people at the top of the watchtower, two guys were squatting there smoking, I could see two small red dots swaying back and forth without night vision devices, and a sniper lying there watching the movement of the road ahead, he seemed to be the only dedicated soldier.

Beneath the headlight of the bridge was a circular defensive position made of sandbags, and two soldiers were sitting on sandbags holding AK74s and chatting, while the other soldiers seemed to be eating inside the watchtower, because I smelled the smell of barbecue.