Chapter 34: Metamorphosis
The scorpion, who rarely spoke, glanced at Fengyinglou and suddenly asked, "Yes?" ”
Wind Shadow House nodded.
"Have you been trained in the use of chemical and biological weapons in school?"
Feng Yinglou nodded again, and said unceremoniously, the application of biological and chemical weapons is the course he has been exposed to the most in the past few years.
The scorpion took a closer look at Fengyinglou's impeccable stability again, and at the moment the spring sounded, he leaned out like lightning, held down the grenade's hands in time, and finally nodded, "I need a clever assistant, and you will cooperate with me in a while." ”
At this moment, the black panther of the scout personnel of their unit suddenly raised his right fist and made a gesture to stop advancing, they had already found their destination!
When Feng Yinglou hid behind the rocks, with the help of night vision equipment, quietly observing everything in front of him, even he, a student who came out of the Fifth Special Force, couldn't help but let out a heartfelt admiration in his heart.
After walking through a long road, the terrain was cheerful, and what appeared in front of them was a real mountain city!
Looking at the hinterland of this mountain, which has at least a thousand square meters of space, in the midst of an empty and chaotic forest, I don't know how much time and manpower the Afghans spent on building a semi-fortress-like military camp composed of yellow mud and gray stones in this almost isolated and dark world.
The machine-gun fortress, which was no longer suitable for modernization, the barbed wire fence that surrounded the entire barracks, and the half-human height, just like the occasional ruins and broken walls in the desert, were repeatedly hammered and tamped with mud, egg whites and quicklime, and the earthen walls that could stand for a hundred years in the harshest natural environment, all of these injected this underground barracks with a breath of life as rough and hard as the great desert in northern Afghanistan.
Two years ago. Soviet troops invaded brazenly. The people of Afghanistan sang their war songs to the death without regret. Batch after batch went to the most brutal battlefield. They and tens of thousands of mechanized troops of the USSR. After nine years of fighting, a great military victory was finally achieved; They use their own hands even more. In this big mountain. Creating a miracle that is not a miracle!
Afghanistan. She's a and the same. With strong national cohesion. In the long river of human civilization of 5,000 years, it flows endlessly and writes its own legend. Warrior Nation that will never bow down to invaders!
It's a pity. It was moved to the base camp of the Afghan guerrillas in the area of resistance to the invasion. To this day. It has become a concentration camp controlled by religious extremists and terrorists!
Even if the U.S. Air Force bombards the mountains every day. The U.S. Green Forest Special Forces acted as if they had taken a stimulant. Rampage in the mountains. But the U.S. government can't afford to see rising soldier casualties. Bring ground pressure. Under repeated orders from superiors. U.S. special forces will not be late at night without any air support. The lone army went deep into the cave.
It was because he had already figured out the combat style of the American ** team, so it was at half past three in the morning. This concentration camp is immersed in darkness and off the ground. It turned out to be very calm, even two sentries on duty. All with rifles. While shivering slightly. On one side at their sentry post. Fell into a half-asleep dream.
There are a lot of special forces in the TV series. When assassinating a Sentinel in the dark. They all like to use fighting sabers to cut directly through their targets' throats. Actually, that's not the best way to do it. Instructor Kowuman directly stabbed the ground in his hand. at an angle of forty-five degrees. From the back of the head. Stabbed diagonally into the sentry's head. Then twist the handle firmly. Before the sentinels react. It completely turned his brain into a puddle of paste.
As a professional soldier specializing in infiltration and assassination in the wild, the Black Panther uses a rope. He put the rope directly around the neck of the second sentry with a cross buckle, and before the other party could react, the panther suddenly turned around, pressed his shoulders against the opponent's waist, and then used both hands at the same time, while strangling the opponent's throat, carrying the sentry alive with his feet off the ground.
If you've ever had someone grab your arms from behind and lift them up, you should understand that in this case, unless you're a super yogi master, with a body softer than a snake and able to break the limits of human physiology to make an anti-joint attack, you won't be able to fight back effectively, and the harder you struggle, the faster you'll die.
In the face of this purest grappling technique, the second sentry struggled silently for less than thirty seconds, and the whole person trembled as if he had been shocked, and then instantly softened. Seeing that the sentry behind him had stopped struggling, the panther turned around and gently lowered the other person's body to the ground like a man carrying the bride to bed.
After cutting off the two sentinels, Kovman led the men to the duty room, while the Wind Shadow House followed the scorpion and found the soldiers' quarters.
When they pushed open the door, a sour smell of sweat peculiar to the world of men came to their faces, and the people inside slept and snorted one after another.
Under the blue cold light, Feng Yinglou took a rough look at this dormitory, in this dormitory with a maximum size of 80 square meters, there were two long rows of bunks, and the Taliban soldiers guarding the concentration camp were like bullets on the chain of machine gun bullets, lying neatly in two rows, with this method, in such a small space, nearly forty people were crowded.
There was a Russian veteran wearing a gas mask, holding an M411 assault rifle equipped with a silencer, standing next to the door of the dormitory, Fengyinglou took the gas mask from the scorpion's hand, just put it on, the scorpion handed him a flat sealed plastic container, its principle, a bit like an ordinary shower, after manually injecting air pressure in advance, as long as you press the handle, the air pressure of the sealed container, will spray the liquid inside.
But what they want to spray now is not flowers that represent beauty and vitality, but humans who are wandering in their dreams, and on the sprayer in the hands of the Wind Shadow Building, the eye-catching "skeleton" death symbol is becoming more and more dangerous and hideous under the blue cold light.
When the two of them, Feng Yinglou and Scorpion, left and right, walked to the end of the door of the shop, and after pressing the handle, the transparent and colorless liquid was gently sprayed on the face of the first Taliban soldier. The Taliban soldier who dreamed of a good fragrance may have felt the coolness on his face, and he subconsciously waved his right hand, as if he wanted to brush something off his face, but his arm was only half waved out, and it fell back softly.
The look on his face was still the same
Light, and even with a trace of the impatient blood that he thought he had been mischievous, he still maintained the temperature of a normal person, but the heartbeat that could be seen at a glance by Fengyinglou had stopped.
In the face of this purest murderous weapon made by humans, Fengyinglou can't sigh in his heart that life is fragile. But he did not stop his steps, and with the same frequency as a scorpion, he walked up to the second Taliban soldier and pressed the handle again.
The second Taliban soldier was obviously more than the brother who slept next to him, and as soon as the liquid with a cold texture sprayed on his face, he opened his eyes in an instant and didn't even see who was standing in front of him, and his right hand had already pulled out a saber from under the pillow with lightning speed.
This Taliban soldier should be a battle-hardened warrior, on his bare skin in the air, you can see the scars left on the battlefield everywhere, and the saber in his hand, on the surface, is just a sharp dagger, but Fengyinglou clearly knows that it is a special assassination saber for the former Soviet special forces, as long as you press a button on the handle, the blade will shoot out like a bullet, and it is a person who has not received any military training, and suddenly uses this weapon at night with extremely low visibility, can shoot a professional soldier directly at close range.
The assassination "crossbow knife" in his hand has been aimed at the Wind Shadow Building, who has been through a hundred battles on the battlefield and has a glorious imprint of a warrior all over his body, but he no longer has the strength to press the launch button of the "crossbow", so even if he dies, his eyes are wide open, and his subconsciously open mouth seems to be accusing God of injustice to him.
"It's a shame."
This is the pertinent evaluation made by the forty-year-old soldier in front of Fengyinglou.
He is not an ordinary taxi, he is neatly folded, and the military uniform that he puts on his pillow company clearly shows that he is a lieutenant platoon leader, a soldier who is still crowded with the soldiers even if he is qualified to sleep in the officer's dormitory, and he will inevitably be able to take responsibility on the battlefield and inspire every soldier's most crazy and bloody war leader!
And in this lieutenant, the "crossbow" for the assassination of the former Soviet special forces who did not even have the power to open the insurance should be the trophies he personally captured from the Soviet army in the war more than ten years ago. Such a battle-hardened combat hero did not die on the battlefield filled with gunpowder in the end, but died in the sneak attack of highly poisonous weapons, which is indeed ...... It's a pity!
With such a light sigh, Wind Shadow House and the scorpion took steps lighter than cats, spraying everyone in front of them with a poison that could kill people instantly. Those Taliban soldiers, the vast majority of them, didn't even have a chance to react, and their hearts stopped beating so naturally.
Seeing that one life after another, under his own hands, disappeared silently and quickly, until he and the scorpion walked to the bottom of this dormitory together, nearly forty people, who had been in this darkness forever, closed their eyes. At this time, Fengyinglou's hands were still as stable as steel cast iron.
Through the poison mask, looking at Fengyinglou, who was standing quietly in front of him, his whole body was full of honor and disgrace, and he nodded approvingly. He must admit that since the disintegration of the Soviet Union, after ten years of turmoil, the combat effectiveness of the Russian army has declined again and again, while the squadron has advanced step by step in an increasingly stable domestic and foreign environment.
Wearing anti-mask masks, the Wind Shadow Building and the scorpion carried the poison that spread through the respiratory tract and could be fatal in an instant, and walked into the second soldier's dormitory.
Ten minutes, just ten minutes, there were nearly forty lives, in the hands of the Wind Shadow Building, disappeared silently.
After receiving the anti-chemical cleaning treatment and making sure that it was completely safe, Fengyinglou took off the gas mask on his head, and in the darkness, he gently breathed the cold wind that blew in through the long tunnel, and at this time, Fengyinglou really understood Long Jianhui, Zhu Jianjun and their group of instructors, and also understood Komman and their group.
In order to cover the retreat of Zhan Xia Ge, Long Jianhui stayed on the hillside, and with a group of officers and soldiers of the armed police force who had no actual combat experience, he withstood the repeated attacks of the East Turkistan terrorists until he exchanged his life for Zhan Xia Ge for a way to survive.
And Zhu Jianjun, the instructor, resigned from the position of instructor of the Fifth Special Unit for the sake of Zhan Xia Ge, and entered Russia in his personal capacity, with a few sunset robes, and finally used his death to bring Zhan Xia Ge back to China.
If you compare it with values, exchanging two heavyweight instructors for the life of a cadet is definitely a loss-making business; And Komman and his group of people, who have obviously done enough and good enough for the country to enjoy the rest of their lives, can spontaneously and consciously gather together to rescue a group of comrades-in-arms who may have been executed and may have been tortured into idiots, and gamble on an unknown outcome with the lives of more than 20 people, which is even more unreasonable.
But they all did what they thought they should do, and the biggest reason was...... They killed so many people, and even if they paid it back, it was nothing remarkable.
It is precisely because of this mentality that they will be fearless on the battlefield and can bring all their military skills to the limit, and because of this, they can live longer and kill more than others.
The scorpion seemed to see the psychological changes in Fengyinglou, he walked over, patted Fengyinglou's shoulder gently, and said in a low voice, "You are a veteran." ”
Feng Yinglou nodded, plus the five Chechen terrorists he killed on the spot in order to protect Andrew that night, plus Matusse, who broke all the bones of his body with his own hands, there were already more than forty lives in his hands.
After killing so many people, he can still be as calm as Fengyinglou, he is not a veteran, so who is a veteran?!
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There was a sudden series of suppressed air currents in the air, although the sound was not loud, but in this isolated dark world, it seemed a little thrilling, it was an automatic rifle with a silencer, the sound of strafing, it seemed that Kovman was in the duty room, or did it. (To be continued.)