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At night, Luo Zheng stared at the gate of the compound with cold eyes, like a cold star for nine days, shining, slowly blowing in the night wind, mixed with a strong smell of blood, which was frightening.

A few minutes later, Luo Zheng came to an alley, hidden in a dark corner, with his back against the earthen wall, after a while, two armed men came over, both were injured to varying degrees, Luo Zheng glanced farther away, where the battle was still fierce, explosions, gunshots and shouts of killing rang out, I don't know what the result was, there was not much time left for him, and the farmer must be rescued as soon as possible.

When the two enemies passed, Luo Zheng suddenly rushed out, one of them slashed one of them with a knife, and the other looked up at Luo Zheng in horror, only to see a touch of black and black Pi Lian flash, his neck tightened, and he didn't know anything, Luo Zhengsen's cold gaze swept at the enemy, the wound blood gushed wildly, and it was impossible to live again, grabbed the other party, and hid in the dark of the alley with an arrow, quickly smeared the opponent's blood on his face, body, disguised as a very seriously injured appearance.

After dealing with all this, Luo Zheng was about to walk out of the alley, when he saw three people supporting each other, he couldn't help but be taken aback, quickly hid, and clenched the M9 saber in his hand, which was definitely not suitable for shooting at this time, and after waiting for a while, the three people came to the entrance of the alley, kicked the stunned companion on the ground, and saw that there was no movement, muttered a few words and continued to walk forward, obviously when the other party was dead.

Luo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention, so he rushed over with an arrow step, picked up the people on the ground, and followed the three wounded people in front of him.

Soon, Luo Zheng came to the main gate of the compound with people on his back, secretly vigilant, ready to fight desperately at any time, and after the three people in front of him entered the door, Luo Zheng pretended to be flustered and struggling, and staggered towards the front, with his back to the moonlight, his face and body were covered with blood, and his appearance was not clear, plus he was carrying a person, and the sentry at the door did not suspect him, so he did not come up to check.

After entering the compound smoothly, Luo Zheng saw that there was a small square inside, the square used to be a row of rooms, the lights were on in the room, and the guards were not seen.

The room was full of wounded soldiers who were being treated, moaning, shouting mixed together, the lights were bright, there were no guards inside, the team lined up at the door, Luo Zheng lowered his head, turned the person on his body over, put it in the corner of the wall, covered it with his body, covered the opponent's mouth with his hand, and the knife concealed a stroke, directly cutting the major artery in the neck of the opponent, the other party struggled, and the wounded soldiers around him were depressed, and their morale was completely gone, and no one paid attention.

Luo Zheng waited for the other party to die, slowly stood up, and walked towards the back of the team, the wounded soldiers around thought that after Luo Zheng put down the wounded soldiers who came over, he came to the end of the team to wait for treatment, the black soil and blood perfectly disguised Luo Zheng's appearance, plus the decoration, no one doubted, and some people were even more enthusiastic to smile and nod to Luo Zheng.

was injured, no one was interested in talking, just anxiously looked at the house, looking forward to his turn as soon as possible, Luo Zheng came to the end of the team to observe, saw that no one was paying attention, slowly took a few steps back, hid in the shadow of the house, kicked hard under his feet, and the body released a cannonball, which suddenly shot into the corner of the wall five or six meters away.

For the long-awaited wounded soldiers, who will pay attention to whether there are few people behind them? Luo Zheng pressed his body against the wall, and after making sure that he was not found, he quickly ran forward along the root of the wall, and came to a window.

Luo Zheng carefully checked the three rooms, but there was no one, so he hid in the dark shadow in the corner and squatted down to observe, thinking about where the enemy might hide the farmer, his eyes were like cold stars, and he didn't let go of any detail, and in the night, he put a cheetah foraging for food.

Soon, Luo Zheng found a separate room, the room was very small and inconspicuous, more like a toilet room, six or seven meters away from the main building, no one was conservative, it was dark inside, no one would hold important hostages here, and no one would think about it.

Luo Zheng is a person who likes to think backwards, the more impossible the place, the more he will not let go, just like a sniper, he will never put himself in the ideal hidden position, ideal means danger, but it is inconspicuous, easy to be ignored in the place, is the safest. Luo Zheng wasn't sure if there was anyone inside, and in the absence of a better choice, he planned to go over and take a look.

Agile stealth, rapid speed, and shadow cover, Luo Zheng passed through an open area, and successfully came to the door of the small room, found that the door was not locked, and gently pushed the door, the door was locked from the inside, Luo Zheng was stunned, and immediately realized that there was a problem, and couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised.

Time was pressing, Luo Zheng didn't dare to delay for too long, decided to take a risk, stepped back two meters lightly, and then pretended to run up in a hurry, and knocked on the door in a hurry, if there was no one inside, it would be forgotten, if there was someone, he would inevitably hesitate, because no one would knock on the door except his own people.

There are indeed people in the room, and they are indeed confused by Luo Zheng's way of doing the opposite, I don't know if it is friend or foe, if it is an enemy, it is right to break the door directly, if it is my own person, why knock on the door and not speak? The man looked at the captives next to him who were tied up like dumplings in disbelief, pulled out his pistol, got up slowly, looked at the door hesitantly, and listened carefully to the panting comer on the other side.

The knock on the door sounded again, and it was very loud, and it didn't look like he was worried about being discovered, it didn't look like the person who came to the rescue should behave, this person waited in his heart, but he couldn't understand why the other party didn't speak first, but he still tentatively whispered: "Who?" ”

Outside the door, Luo Zheng wasn't sure if there was anyone inside, what kind of person it was, he didn't dare to speak at all, he heard someone talking inside, and it was in the international lingua franca, and he was immediately overjoyed, the East Islamic Movement would not ask in the international lingua franca, there were people inside, and it was not an East Islamic Movement element, the people of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group were the most likely, the small black room, the strange human voice, this was enough to show that the farmers were imprisoned inside.

Luo Zheng had an idea, pretending to be anxious and shouted in the international lingua franca: "Sir, your people have suffered heavy losses, let me tell you that the enemy is very strong, let you go over to help, and hand over the task of detention to us." The shouting was deliberately vague and tongue-barred, like East Turkestan Islamic Movement (ETIM) speaking the international lingua franca.