While resting, Zhan Xia Ge used his tiger tooth fighting saber to flatten the tree on the trunk of a birch tree that was four meters long and the thickness of an egg, and peeled off its bark little by little, revealing the white and hard trunk inside. He tied a piece of white cloth that he didn't know where he got it back to this wooden pole, and when he raised the flagpole in his hand, which still had the fragrance of logs, a strong mountain wind blew by, and the white flag fluttered violently.

The warrior asked without looking back, "Are you curious?" ”

Zhao Haiping, who was silently standing behind Zhan Xia Ge, nodded slightly, he didn't know why Zhan Xia Ge made such a white flag, but he knew that Zhan Xia Ge would definitely not make such a white flag for the convenience of surrendering to the enemy!

"We are not rogues, we are not bandits, we are not defeated by others, we can only flee into the mountains to fight guerrilla warfare, while doing what only terrorists do, while shamelessly shouting that we are the miscellaneous fish of justice and truth!"

Zhan Xia Ge raised his gaze and flew fiercely in his hands, bringing out a strong and flowing banner of the wind, and said proudly: "We are upright [***] people!" It's the battle flag in our hands! The flag is still white, but when we walk out of this jungle or fall into this jungle, I want it to be red! Red !! of blood ”

The world's first all-white battle flag, raised in the mountains where Russia is still occupied by Chechen [***] forces.

The white battle flag was raised high in his left hand, and an AK automatic rifle was raised in his right hand, and a series of continuous strafing shots were fired into the sky, and the sound of light gunfire was heard far and wide in the mountains. Looking at the enemy, which was only the size of an ant, he swarmed along with the sound of gunfire and pounced on them, and the warrior song laughed loudly, carried his battle flag and seven or eight automatic rifles, and strode forward.

When the Chechen [***] militants, Afghan guerrillas, and "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" terrorists ran out of breath to the place where they used to rest, they saw an arrogant provocation on a birch tree whose bark had been scraped off: Come on, come on, you guys are so weak that even my grandmother can't beat them, and you are panting and dying after just a few steps, even if you lie on a woman, you can't stand up to that broken play, you can only be a eunuch's seed, come and chase me! Kill me! Step on my brother's corpse to prove that you are still men, and you have the fucking ability to see women stand up straight!

This passage was written one by one with charred charcoal strips, each stroke is vigorous and powerful, with a kind of sharpness and ridicule of the sword and crossbow, and even more with a strong domineering spirit that the world has sacrificed to me. At the end of this paragraph, the warrior song left its signature: Chinese!

Listening to the explanation carefully read out to everyone by a guy from the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" who could understand Chinese characters and speak a few words of Afghan and Russian, the wheezing voices of more than 100 armed bandits gathered around this big tree became heavier and heavier, and suddenly a Chechen guerrilla turned the AK47 automatic rifle in his hand and smashed it down against a big tree with the song "Mobao" in it.

"Fuck you, Chinese, you give me death!"

The butt of the gun slammed into the birch tree, and the whole birch tree was slammed into a trembling blow, and in the midst of the "rattle" of leaves and branches, suddenly a ball the size of a basketball fell from the tree that was not stuck too firmly in the first place, and smashed right on the head of the Chechen partisan who smashed the tree with an AK automatic rifle.

This Chechen guerrilla did not wear a helmet, and such a thing weighing one or twenty kilograms fell from under a tree at a height of ** meters, which really smashed his eyes and dizziness, his eyes widened, and he shouted angrily: "...... me"

The angry voice was only half shouted and then stopped abruptly, because at this moment, the Chechen partisan finally saw clearly what kind of play had hit his noble head!

It was a strange act of glue-tape, grenades, grenades, several rifle magazines, and a whole plate of rifle bullets tied together. One only has to look at the whole plate of rifle shotguns on this mass that is thicker than a marijuana thunderbolt and is covered with a red plastic coat all over the body, look at the black and dull magazines that are obviously filled with bullets, and look at the grenade bundles formed by five or six wooden-handled grenades tied together, and everyone knows that this is by no means a beautiful organization that is good for the health of the body and can help the people of society to live and work in peace and contentment.

Worst of all, there were at least three wooden-handled grenades with the safety cover torn open, and they were happily puffing smoke there, generously sending a taste that was most familiar to the brothers who often went to war, into everyone's nose. And above their heads, a hemp rope with three grenade pull rings hung there, fluttering with the mountain breeze, the grenade pull rings are really too small, and they really can't make any sound when they collide with each other, otherwise they really have a fucking wind chime charm!

A group of people looked at this absolutely shameless, absolutely despicable, absolutely high-lethal weapon complex, and stood stupidly for two seconds before someone came back to their senses and hissed wildly: "Run......!" ”

Run! Run! Run!

But......

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!

Who in this world can outrun an AK47 automatic rifle bullet that is detonated by grenades, grenades, grenades? Six magazines of 180 rounds of bullets came out of the magazines, they jumped and rolled, and drew all kinds of strange but implied physics in some kind of physics that even Newton would be dumbfounded and speechless when he saw it, and they together with their own shattered bullet shells, together they let out a "woo wow" scream, spreading out in a radial manner, and some bullets were blown into the air, until they turned over seven or eight heels, and were not so high that they flew out of the air, and they suddenly made a "pop" explosion in the air. Since then, in this black world, which has been declared by Uncle Death to be his absolute realm, there is another bullet scurrying around, and dozens of bullet shell fragments that have exploded to pieces, but do not affect their actual killing effect at all.

Some of them were directly blown down by grenade beams, some were pierced by bullets scurrying around, and some were embedded with hundreds of pieces of shrapnel that directly replenished their bodies, especially iron, zinc, calcium, copper, and tin...... These metal ingredients!

With the birch tree as the core, screams and groans rang out all around, mixed with large patches of blood and cracked limbs.

A few terrorists who are the quickest to react, the most agile in their minds, and the best in their physical fitness are now proud, making you not actively participate in sports training, making you born malnourished and your legs too short, and making you like to stand there in a daze around a bundle of smoking grenades.

Stupid, right? Is this the end of it? Now you can finally be reimbursed, and say "stuffed oil nara" to the world, right?!

The smile of joy that finally escaped had not yet risen from the corners of their mouths, and a series of bullets exploded in the air above their heads, and in the sound of "pop" and "pop", the two lucky people who ran in front only felt that it seemed that someone had hammered them on their heads so much, and before they could figure out what was going on, the whole person's head was smashed into a piece of flesh and blood, blurred red, white, sticky and greasy mixed together.

The whole jungle turned into hell in an instant, and the two dozen or so people who stood in the distance and narrowly escaped stood there stupidly, facing hundreds of blood-stained and trembling hands that stretched out to them together, facing hundreds of companions whose whole bodies were blown up so that they did not look like people and ghosts, and in the face of their screams for help squeezed out of their throats, who do you want them to save?

Who can they save without enough medical equipment?!

The birch tree that had been blown down made a tooth-aching "squeak" sound, and the terrorists who were lying just below the birch tree let out a desperate scream as they looked at the growing shadows in front of them.

"Dang!"

On that birch tree, another piece of shrapnel the size of a palm fell down, and this piece of shrapnel alone scared everyone's whole body. But there was no lethal weapon on this piece of shrapnel, it rolled diagonally into the ground, and a terrorist of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" who was lucky enough not to be killed or injured by the explosion looked at the shrapnel at his feet as if someone had written something with a charcoal pen.

The member of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" terrorist hesitated for a moment, but still bent down and picked up the shrapnel with his trembling hands. On the clean side of this piece of shrapnel, the warrior song left a second paragraph: Come on, come on, you group of bastards who can't even defeat my grandmother, before you become a shemale and the last bit of courage is completely gone, before you are killed by my brother and me, continue to chase me, continue to kill me!

Seeing the words on such a piece of shrapnel, and feeling the extreme arrogance of the war song, the twenty or so people who were not injured only felt that their whole body was trembling, and their hands and feet were cold, and God knows if they were frightened or angry.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

On a hillside about two kilometers away, there was a sudden crisp sound of gunfire characteristic of AK automatic rifles, and someone waved a white flag in his hand and waved it back and forth at them. In the hands of a Chechen partisan, a Russian military high-powered telescope was covered in charcoal ash, and his face was almost painted as an African refugee, waving a large flag in his hand, jumping and shouting, and giving them a thumbs up and a thumbs up for a while, and a middle finger for the other.

"They must be able to hope for a telescope, Zhao Haiping, you and I will do it together, what the fuck are you shy, this is called picking widows in the art of war, this is also called luring the enemy to go deep into each attack, you bastard boy don't understand the tactics of going to the army?!"

Zhan Xia Ge simply threw the white battle flag in his hand, which was definitely not majestic, to Zhao Haiping, who was standing on the side and watching him "perform", and then he turned his body upside down, pouted his buttocks in the direction of the enemy, and after slapping it twice, he put up the two hands he had just freed upside down, and shouted with all his might: "Miscellaneous fish, I miss you, I miss you, I think you can't sleep!" Hahaha......"

At this moment, the eight-character mantra of Zhanxia Song is really arrogant and rampant, and it is used to the limit, even if you can't hear what he is shouting, look at his shameless and obscene body language, look at his expression of smug eyebrows and dancing eager to dance a hula dance in public, as long as it is not a eunuch who has no needle, as long as there is still a little bit of man's blood surname, no one will swallow this breath!

The existing supreme commander of the Chechen guerrillas picked up the telescope in his hand and threw it at a stone more than one person high, but at the moment when the telescope was about to throw out his hand, he struggled to grab this indispensable prop in jungle warfare, and he was like a breeding cow in heat, gasping for a few breaths, and suddenly let out an angry howl: "Leave all the first-aid kits on your body to the wounded, you can still run and jump, and you can still see the Chinese shooting, chase with me!" If we don't kill these two Chinese mongrels, we won't go back, we're all fucking disgraced! ”

Zhan Xia Ge grabbed his AK automatic rifle again, and fired a few more shots into the air, until the birds and beasts in the dense forest fled in all directions, and he looked at a frightened rabbit that hit his thigh with a fat rabbit, and couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Hahaha...... Today, my old war finally knows what it means to wait for the rabbit, it turns out that in addition to the trash fish who have been chasing after us and jumping into the trap, there are really such stupid rabbits. Zhao Haiping, let's go! ”

The slasher snatched the white flag in Zhao Haiping's hand that was still shaking and shaking, making it easy for people to misunderstand and disagree, and the warrior song walked away in laughter, leaving only a stupid Zhao Haiping.

Zhao Haiping stared at the warrior song who blatantly violated the special operations regulations and had to carry such a big banner on his body, he was stupid and couldn't clearly express his feelings, but he could clearly find that the warrior song had changed.

In the body of the warrior song, there is a little less coldness, a little less loneliness, and a little less solemnity that people dare not get close to, but there is more liveliness and cheerfulness. In general, the song of the warrior who is calm and has a fiery enthusiasm, is brave and good at fighting on the battlefield, and is flexible!

Zhao Haiping ran closely behind Zhan Xia Ge and the white flag on his shoulder, and secretly guessed that it was because of the sentence "Ya Jie'er is waiting for you to come back" that Bai Yi brought to Zhan Xia Ge that made Zhan Xia Ge change like this.

He guessed half right.

It was the twelve-year-old Chechen terrorist who died under his tiger teeth fighting saber that really brought down the warrior song. No matter how damned he is, no matter what kind of punishment he deserves, when Zhan Xia Ge stabbed the tiger tooth fighting saber in his hand into a child's chest, pierced his heart, watched his body slowly freeze, slowly softened, and looked at the kind of attachment and helplessness for life that was revealed in the last seconds of his life, who could have imagined that Zhan Xia Ge's heart was hit and stimulated?!

No matter what kind of rigorous training he had, no matter how angry he was, after all, he was only a twenty-four-year-old boy, he was just a recruit who was going to war for the first time, a person with flesh and blood and more emotions than ordinary people, not a killing machine controlled by a program with only two simple choices of "yes" and "no" in his eyes!

If even the woman he loves the most can't understand him, how can others think of a soldier who stabbed a twelve-year-old child with a saber, and how can he let those who have not been on the battlefield and have not seen their closest brothers and comrades-in-arms fly with their own eyes in an instant, the inhuman pain and anger that wells up from the depths of their hearts?!

In anger, he occupies the mountain as the king, he draws the land as the boundary, and he "faithfully" wants to fulfill the promise that his beloved woman will die on the battlefield.

But when Instructor Zhu Jianjun, who was the most severe to him but helped him the most, could never appear on this land, watching Zhu Jianjun lead four veterans to fight bloodily, and watching Bai Yi run on the battlefield against the rain of bullets composed of countless bullets, just to pass a sentence to his ears. At that moment, Zhan Xia Ge understood, after all, there were still people who understood him and understood him. His instructors, his comrades-in-arms, his brothers...... Didn't give up on him!

And his most beloved woman did not give up on him!

Imagine, facing the grave where the instructor and the three veterans were side by side without a tombstone, what kind of pain and happiness was in the heart of the warrior song at that time?

This kind of heart-wrenching pain, this kind of happiness that only wants him to roar wildly, are intertwined with each other, and those who have not experienced a strange emotional entanglement will never understand the feeling of pain and happiness!

Warrior Song suddenly stopped beside a birch tree that looked the tallest, and he pulled out his tiger tooth fighting saber, carving a simple but absolutely striking arrow symbol on the tree with a few swords.

"Ahem...... Bah! ”

Zhan Xia Ge spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on this arrow symbol, and he shouted: "Zhao Haiping, do you dare to bet with me, just with this mouthful of thick phlegm I spit out, those turtle grandchildren will not dare to get close to this big tree within five meters, hahaha......"

Zhao Haiping shook his head again and again, unless he was stupid, he would make this kind of bet with a war genius who is proficient in sniper and counter-sniper psychology and behavioral psychology.

The direction that this arrow symbol points to is the way they retreated!

(To be continued)