This is a sniper war, a storm, and a positional defense battle that can almost break military theory!

Under the leadership of their commanders, more than 20 Chechen guerrillas, who had experienced a hundred battles, relied on the favorable terrain of the mountainous desert to build a defensive position that could match firepower to the limit. After eight days of desert escape, they finally escaped from the boundaries of the hilly desert and entered the mountain desert.

Standing on a hillside in the mountain desert, the high-powered walkie-talkie in the hands of the commander of the Chechen [***] army finally came from the intermittent sound, and after losing contact with the base for 18 days, they were finally tied together again by the radio waves. At this moment, all the partisans of the Chechen [***] army were stunned. They stared at each other blankly, as if they couldn't believe their ears, but in the high-power walkie-talkie, the anxious voice sounded so familiar, it was the voice of the commander-in-chief of their Chechen resistance base in the mountains!

"Kids, you've worked hard!" The commander-in-chief did not inquire about the results of the battle, let alone blame them for being beaten and fled in embarrassment, and in the intermittent sound of radio waves, the high-power military walkie-talkie faithfully conveyed the voice and concern of the commander-in-chief of Chechnya to everyone's heart: "It is good to come back alive, and it is better to come back alive than anything else." Welcome home, kids! ”

I don't know when, fiery tears filled everyone's eyes, and after a long silence, they suddenly erupted into a burst of crazy cheers.

The commander of the Chechen [***] army grabbed the high-power military walkie-talkie and shouted: "We need support, don't talk to me about the Russian Air Force, don't tell me about the interception of the Russian army, we need troop support, we need water, we need food, we need ammunition, we need medicine, we need doctors......"

Speaking of this, there was already a trace of choked in the voice of the commander of the Chechen [***] army, "Commander, please, send these supplies over as soon as possible, no matter how late, my brothers will die!" ”

The warrior who was still advancing on the edge of the hilly desert stood up fiercely, and through the military binoculars in his hand, he saw the commander of the Chechen [***] army who was holding a walkie-talkie to communicate with the base. Warrior Song knew that maybe in less than an hour, that helicopter gunship would fly above his head.

Zhan Xia Ge threw off the marching bag on his body, grabbed the marching kettle is a fierce pour, he shook off the water stains on his lips, and shouted wildly: "Zhao Haiping, throw off all the burdens except weapons, and run with all your might!" We've come to this point, and we can't let these people succeed in meeting up with reinforcements! ”

At this time, the Chechen guerrillas who were in charge of the vigilance also saw the [***] people who threw off their backpacks, ran wildly in the desert, and kicked up one piece of yellow sand after another. ”

A few months ago, they were a group of rookie soldiers who had just experienced a bloody battle and still hadn't gotten rid of their childishness, and they had forgotten that the instructor had told them more than once that perhaps the greatest and deadliest danger was really coming when they thought they were out of danger!

Remember the brother who was bombarded into countless pieces by the T80 tank in one shot?!

Do you still remember the brother who was just trying to save a child in a foreign country, but was first stabbed into his lower abdomen by the other party, and then shot in the head?!

Do you remember the instructor Zhu Jianjun who died in front of him?!

Do you still remember Instructor Long Jianhui who died vigorously, magnificently, sadly, and regrettably?!

Remember that ice slab that was completely covered in a torrent of steel?!

Remember the more than a hundred brothers who were buried there forever?!

This scene kept passing through the mind of Zhan Xia Ge, the blood of that scene, the smoke of gunpowder, the tragedy and pain of that scene, so that Zhan Xia Ge finally couldn't help but let out a bitter long howl: "Bet on the reputation and dignity of one of the [***] people, I will kill every one of you!" For my brother who died on this land...... Let's go to the funeral!! ”

At this moment, he is like a Spanish bull in heat, at this moment, he is like a weapon of war with full power, at this moment, he is like a weapon of war with full power, at this moment, he is the killing god, at this moment, he is the craziest and bloodiest and most hysterical fighter in human history!

Looking at the body of Zhan Xia Ge running more and more, looking at the body of Zhan Xia Ge running like crazy and crazy, the sound of special forces soldiers from various countries who watched this scene through military satellites became louder and louder. They didn't know what the body of this [***] man was made of, and after such a long, fierce bloody battle, he could still have such unfathomable physical strength! And what frightened them the most was the most murderous aura that could almost open the sky and the earth that burst out from this [***] person in an instant!

Giving up all defenses, at this time, as long as the Chechen [***] army guerrillas left an outpost and an ambush, they could easily shoot the warrior song.

But all nothing! Only Zhao Haiping ran silently behind Zhan Xia Ge, he had exhausted all his strength, but it was not until this moment that he really saw the strongest power of Zhan Xia Ge, just in the blink of an eye, Zhan Xia Ge left him far behind, watching Zhan Xia Ge's powerful and agile body like a black panther moving at high speed on the desert ground, Zhao Haiping knew that he might not be able to reach such an amazing speed in his life!

The commander of the Chechen [***] army looked at the warrior song that rushed over, his eyelids couldn't help beating, and he finally understood why he lost. He had been fighting these two [***] people with the method of dealing with humans, but it was not until this moment that he saw clearly that what he was facing was simply a beast that would be desperate to hurt people once he went crazy and crazy, even if it was a fish that was so desperate that the net was broken!

At this time, the applause suddenly came from China, from the United States, from Benji, from Russia, from Britain, and from Germany...... From every special forces studio in the world that followed this incident sounded.

Regardless of success or failure, regardless of victory or defeat, this is destined to be a war of moths to fire, and this is destined to be the most tragic war with a brilliant military soul without regrets! This is destined to be the most arrogant war between heaven and earth that will raise the blood of men, the pride of men, the anger of men, and the bones of men!

The eyelids of the commander of the Chechen [***] army guerrillas were constantly jumping, and the muscles on his body were trembling at a subtle and high-speed speed...... People are neutral in the wind, and murder is imminent!

The commander of the guerrilla force of the Chechen [***] army looked at the group of soldiers around him who had already poured out the last trace of strength since he knew that he had made contact with the base, and if he ordered to flee again at this time, he was afraid that no one would be able to escape from the pursuit of the [***] people like a tiger coming out of the box!

"Brothers!" The commander of the Chechen [***] army guerrillas pointed to the endless mountains that they could almost see from afar, and suddenly shouted: "Everyone open my eyes to see clearly, there is our homeland, there are relatives we want to protect, and there are the happiness and dreams we pursue!" At this moment, I am not commanding you as a commander, because I know that everyone is tired, and everyone can no longer fight, at this moment, I ask you as a man from Chechnya, the most loyal guardian of Chechen Nicaea, for the sake of our homeland, for the sake of our relatives, please join me in giving up all hope, forgetting our reinforcements, and fighting to the death against the thugs and devils who have invaded our homeland!! ”

A group of Chechen [***] army guerrillas followed the direction of the commander's finger and looked at the mountains that were two or three hundred kilometers away, completely covered by lush trees.

"Men of Chechen Nisca, grab the weapons in your hands and fight for our homeland and faith, for our nation!"

There was an almost divine light on the faces of every Chechen [***] army guerrilla, and the people who had just sat on the ground stood up again, and a strong pressure that had not yet been felt slowly rose from their bodies.

"We just need to hold out for an hour, and the victory will be ours!" The commander of the partisan detachment of the Chechen [***] army raised a finger and shouted: "We are here, let those [***] people see how powerful our Chechen Nicaea soldiers really are!" ”

During the eight-day desert escape, the Chechen [***] army partisans had already discarded their heavy suppressive weapons such as heavy machine guns, rocket launchers and howitzers, and now each of them had only two grenades on average, and after deducting the ammunition carried by the three squads with light machine guns, each of them had an average of only 25 rounds of ammunition left for automatic rifles.

However, as long as one looks at the firepower belts built up by these guerrillas who have experienced two Chechen wars, have no way to retreat in front of their last homeland, and are determined to fight to the death, relying on all kinds of favorable terrain in the mountains and deserts, with three squads of light machine guns and two high-precision sniper rifles as the main body, no one dares to underestimate their combat effectiveness!

"Quick! Fast! Fast! They are coming, and if they want to live, if they want to avenge their brothers, they will use all your strength to feed! ”

The commander of the Chechen [***] army grabbed a branch in his hand and slapped the soldiers around him with a slashing head and face, and the branch with the thickness of his little thumb slammed heavily on the soldiers' bodies, making a crackling sound, and the terrible blood red immediately oozed from the skin of those soldiers exposed to the sun.

At this time, everyone took off their military uniforms against the red-hot sun above their heads, and they just wrapped their palms with strips of cloth, and plunged their hands into the grains of sand that could bake raw eggs at a temperature of more than 60 degrees Celsius, and in the uncontrollable trembling of the muscles of the whole body, they poured a large amount of sand into their marching backpacks and put them into their own clothes, making one after another rough sandbags that could provide them with effective defense. At this time, no one cared about the terrible consequences of exposing one's skin to the scorching midday sun of the desert.

Only those who survive are likely to enjoy the consequences of their bodies being exposed to the sun.

The marching backpack was filled with sand, weighing forty or fifty kilograms, and the Chechen [***] guerrilla soldiers with their upper bodies looked at the sandbags they had just filled with a wry smile, with their current bodies it was impossible to carry such a heavy sandbag, three or four soldiers bent down together, several big hands tightly grasped the backpack straps, and in the irrepressible gasp, the muscles of their whole bodies were trembling, and the sweat of beans continued to seep out from their bodies that were already facing water shortage.

"What are you doing?!" The commander was really anxious, he strode over, raised the branch in his hand and jerked at the soldiers who were gathered together, and he hissed: "At this time, you dare to be lazy!" At this time, as long as we put up one more sandbag, we can let more brothers go home alive, you can die, but you have no right to ignore the lives of other brothers! Get up for me!! ”

The branches were pumped on the bodies of several soldiers, and the bodies of these soldiers trembled for a while, but they did not straighten their waists, and suddenly a member of the Chechen [***] army guerrillas cried loudly: "I can't straighten my waist, I can't straighten my waist anymore!" We've been trying hard, we've been trying hard, but no matter how hard we try, no matter how hard we struggle, we really can't lift it! ”

Looking at these soldiers who had been exposed to the sun for only an hour, they had already sunburned a kind of reddish skin, looking at the scars on their bodies, the commander only felt that his heart was constantly tightening, he knew that these soldiers were extremely tired, and the people who could support them here were the strongest and bravest soldiers around him! But now, four battle-hardened soldiers can't even lift a marching bag full of yellow sand when they work together!

The commander gritted his teeth and shouted, "You are all pigs! If you can't lift it, push it with me, even if you use your body to arch a little bit, you must move this sandbag to the hillside, our light machine guns need sandbags to establish a defensive position! If you can't even do that, just walk up the hill and lie down, I don't mind using your body as a human punching bag! ”

The two soldiers grabbed the strap of the backpack and dragged it forward desperately, and the two soldiers knelt down behind, like two bulls fighting with the horns on the top of their heads, and pressed their heads against the backpack, and in the slogan of a soldier, the four of them used a little bit of force, and the marching bag containing more than 40 kilograms of yellow sand was finally moved by them together!

More than a dozen marching bags, more than 20 military uniforms, and more than 20 underwear...... In just ten minutes, these Chechen [***] army guerrillas, under the leadership of the commander, simply relied on the mountainside to establish a defensive position covered with sandbags!

This is a two-on-twenty-five, but it seems to be a position attack on the weaker side and the stronger side!

The two Chechen snipers used their sniper scopes to lock on to the [***] person who was running closer and closer, and at this moment the two veterans were oozing a little cold sweat in their hearts, I don't know why, the target was obviously in their sniper scope, but in their hearts, they had a feeling of discouragement that they couldn't hit the target.

Just when Zhan Xia Ge was about to rush into the effective range of the two snipers, he suddenly stood still, looking at the defensive position formed by the Chechen [***] army guerrillas in only ten minutes, Zhan Xia Ge laughed wildly. He pointed to the seemingly invulnerable defensive position in front of him, and said only one sentence: "Another fool who likes to play with the Maginot Line!" ”

In the stunned gaze of all the Chechen [***] army guerrillas, Zhan Xia Ge actually carried his rifle and bypassed their defensive line, and a Chechen guerrilla light machine gunner stared at him with round eyes and shouted: "What does he want to do, does he still want to climb that mountain?!" ”

The ammunition man beside the light machine gunner licked his lips and said: "He shouldn't do such a stupid thing, that mountain peak is more than one hundred and fifty meters high, almost vertical, even if it is a monkey or a wild antelope, I'm afraid it may not be able to climb up, right?" ”

"It's one o'clock at noon!" The commander of the guerrilla unit of the Chechen [***] Army glanced at his watch and said coldly: "Since I will choose this place as a sniper battlefield, I will carefully study the nearby terrain." The mountain is so steep that there are few places to draw on it, and climbing it with gloves on is tantamount to suicide. The stones on these mountains near us contain a lot of metallic substances, and after a few hours of direct exposure to the sun, the temperature has exceeded 65 degrees Celsius, which I believe you have tasted when you were digging the sand just now, and it is impossible to conquer such a mountain without special climbing tools and with only your hands! ”

All the team members around the commander nodded their heads, but they were wrong!

Zhan Xia Ge tore off a few strips of cloth from his body, first wrapped the palms of his hands tightly, then he cherished his right index finger and wrapped it tightly little by little, and then he pulled out his tiger tooth fighting saber and bit it into his teeth. As everyone watched in amazement, he actually began to climb this steep cliff with a surface temperature of more than sixty-five degrees Celsius, almost ninety degrees vertical, and a drop of more than one hundred and fifty meters from the ground.

As soon as his fingers touched the rock containing a large amount of metal minerals, Zhan Xia Ge felt as if he had grabbed a big soldering iron, and he only climbed four or five meters up, and Zhan Xia Ge's hands were covered with fine and dense blisters except for his right index finger. These blisters rubbed against the rough, hard, and hot rocks repeatedly, and by the time Zhan Xia Ge climbed to six or seven meters, fine beads of blood had oozed from his hands like a sieve.

Faced with such a scene, watching the bright red palm prints left on the rocks by Zhan Xia Ge climbing the cliff, the timid people sitting in front of the TV couldn't help but close their eyes, at this moment, I don't know how many people are saying the same sentence: "While you can still turn back, give up!" ”

Although the audience in front of the TV can't experience the temperature of those rocks in person, as long as they look at the bloody handprints left on it by Zhan Xia Ge that are dried in half a minute, and look at Zhan Xia Ge's hands that have only climbed a few meters high and have been burned insincerely, who doesn't have a coolness in their hearts that can't be described in words?!

Every time Warrior Song's hands fell back onto the hot, rough rock, the terrible pain that almost pierced his heart directly, with a wave of heat like a raging wave, striking every inch of his nerves. At this moment, his body kept trembling, and every cell in his body was wailing to him: let go, go back, you can't stand it!

Yes, it's crazy to want to climb this mountain.

Zhan Xia Ge looked up at the mountain above his head where there were almost no creatures that could conquer it, and then looked at the soft sand under his feet that he would not be injured if he jumped now, and he whispered in his heart: "I already knew when I was six years old that if you want to win a victory that others can't get, you have to put in the effort that others can't give!" So I'm going to conquer you! And I really want to see if I'm really able to create when I'm pushing myself to my limits...... Marvel! ”

Zhan Xia Ge must use his own hands to support his body again and again and the automatic rifle that he usually does not feel heavy, he must hold the tiger tooth fighting saber tightly with his right hand, plunge it into the gap in the stone again and again, and then use all his strength to drag the handle of the knife and push his body up little by little.

Some of the girls sat in front of the TV, staring at the song with wide eyes, for fear that if they blinked their eyes slightly, the song would disappear from their field of vision. They sat there sobbing softly, their eyes wide open, letting the hot tears linger from their eyes.

Everyone felt the same amazingly, a girl in tears, while dialing her boyfriend's phone, "You turn on the TV and see him, he's in this moment...... It's beautiful! ”

On the mountain peaks conquered by the Song of War Heroes, a row of imprints condensed with blood were left, the bright red handprints, the back that kept trembling but still arrogant and strong, and the kind of almost perverted dedication to victory, made him like a luminous body, deeply attracting everyone's attention, driving the hearts of every audience, and involuntarily jumping with his breath and breath.

No one believed that a person could conquer this mountain with his own hands and a saber, and neither did the partisans of the Chechen [***] army, and when Zhan Xia Ge climbed fifty or sixty meters high, they all began to wait quietly, waiting for Zhan Xia Ge to fall off the cliff with his hand, waiting for the almost unbeatable ghost on the battlefield to throw himself into the arms of death. Even Zhao Haiping, who was chasing behind Zhan Xia Ge, stood at the bottom of the cliff in a daze, he knew that he couldn't conquer this cliff no matter what, he tried to put his finger on the stone wall that Zhan Xia Ge had conquered, and an absolutely blazing pain pierced him to instinctively withdraw his finger.

Looking at Zhan Xia Ge, who had already climbed half of the mountain, Zhao Haiping's lips were twitching, he really wanted to know, why Zhan Xia Ge could endure this pain, and he could bear this pain!

Zhan Xia Ge stretched out his hand again and again, his bloody hand still looking so steady, he kept climbing up with an almost mechanical steady rhythm. His hands gripped the crevices of the stone with sharp edges, his hands clutched the corners of the stone that protruded but leaned slightly downward, and his hands crawled on his tiger tooth fighting saber, giving his weight almost entirely to its thin blade.

Zhan Xia Ge touched the hot rock, and a strange and wonderful thought suddenly surged in his heart: "If it weren't for this war, maybe I wouldn't have touched this rock in my life, and I wouldn't have reached this place in my life, right?!" ”

At this time, even Instructor Zhang Xiangshang, who was above the top, was finally moved, because at this time, he suddenly remembered what his instructor had said to him: "Courage, perseverance, arrogance, extreme desire for victory, coupled with extraordinary talent and the elegance of smiling at the wind and clouds without fear of life and death, only a person with these six points can truly become a warrior, an almost invincible warrior." ”

The commander of the guerrilla detachment of the Chechen [***] army, from the beginning of the battle song, began to sneer incessantly, he knew too well how ridiculous it was to forcibly conquer a near-vertical cliff containing a lot of metal minerals without professional protection without professional protection at one o'clock in the middle of the day; When the Song of Warriors was halfway up, he had already begun to conceive in his mind that when this hateful enemy finally fell off the cliff, he was about to organize a counterattack, and the remaining [***] man, although he was also a strong character, was relatively easy to deal with; When Zhan Xia Ge climbed up again and again, moved his body upwards again and again, when Zhan Xia Ge's body was less than thirty meters away from the peak of the cliff, but his hands were still strong, and the corners of his lips even raised a smile to declare victory, the smile on the face of the Chechen [***] guerrilla commander disappeared!

"Crazy, crazy, he's a true madman!" The commander of the partisan detachment of the Chechen [***] army pointed to the warrior song, which was about to reach the peak of victory, and hissed: "What are you still standing stupidly for, shooting immediately, do you have to wait until he climbs the mountain and occupies the favorable terrain?!" ”

One of the snipers shouted: "Report to the captain, we are too far away from him to shoot!" ”

"Then get close to him and kill him!" The captain shouted hysterically: "We can't let him come up, if we want to go back alive, we must not let him climb this mountain!" ”

The commander of the guerrilla detachment of the Chechen [***] army understood that if this [***] man really succeeded in climbing to the top of this mountain, no matter how the war went on, the morale of the troops that he had managed to inspire with great difficulty would be completely ruined!

The two Chechen snipers quickly moved towards the mountain that Zhan Xia Ge was climbing, and just as they passed a hillside without correcting the card gauge on the sniper rifle, one of the snipers only felt that it was dark in front of him, and fell to the ground with a deep bullet hole in his forehead. The second Chechen sniper quickly lay down, and Zhao Haiping, who was standing at the foot of the mountain, coldly held the sniper rifle in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "No matter who you want, if you want to hurt the master, you must first step on my Zhao Haiping's corpse!" ”

"Go on, you must not let him climb up!" The commander of the partisan detachment of the Chechen [***] army, pointing to several team members, hissed: "You, you, you, you go over together, suppress the sniper's fire!" ”

As soon as the light machine gun was set up, the sniper rifle in Zhao Haiping's hand rang out again, and the machine gunner was shot in the eyebrows again, and fell to the ground, Zhao Haiping pulled the trigger at the same time, only to feel a hot pain in the shoulder, Zhao Haiping let out a soft snort, and the sniper rifle in his hand fell to the ground involuntarily.

The second Chechen sniper couldn't help but have a smug smile on his face, although he only hit the enemy's shoulder, but in a hasty battle on the hillside, with a poor field of fire, and no good support points, he was able to shoot at the target, which was already a good result.

In this case, Zhao Haiping didn't even pick up a gun, and ran wildly on the desert, in this case, he ran and jumped at the same time, and made all kinds of strange provocative actions. Zhao Haiping tore away the big voice that the original traffic in their village could only rely on walking, and communication could only rely on roaring, and shouted wildly: "I fuck you dogs, you come to shoot me, come to beat me, if you can't shoot me, if you can't kill me, you are the son of a turtle bastard, you are raised by a son of a bitch, you are a eunuch with no needle, you are a group of mongrels ......"

At a distance of nearly a thousand meters, no one could hear what Zhao Haiping was yelling at, but as long as he looked at his expression, as long as he looked at the middle finger he had unabashedly erected, as long as he looked at his expression of being cheap and underbeaten, the Chechen snipers and light machine gunners invariably aimed their guns at Zhao Haiping at the same time.

"Bang!"

"Click......

Strings of bullets hit Zhao Haiping's side, splashing layers of yellow sand, Zhao Haiping rolled and ran and jumped, while screaming wildly in his heart: "Master once said that even if he is a first-class sniper, it will take at least 1.5 seconds for him to go from locking on to shooting, and I can effectively dodge the sniper's shot as long as I make a military dodge action within 1.5 seconds, or suddenly change my running speed." But how to dodge light machine gun strafing, it seems that the master has not yet taught it! Also, a sniper rifle and a squad with a light machine gun are shooting at me together, how should I dodge?! Fuck me, I don't care, I'm going to run hard, run hard, and use all the military moves I learned from the armed police force over and over again! ”

Even Zhao Haiping himself didn't know that after two months of actual combat with Zhan Xia Ge and more than 80 battles, although he did not master theoretical knowledge, as soon as the enemy's light machine gun sounded, he could naturally quickly judge the landing point of the bullet behind him according to the sound of the opponent's gunfire and the yellow sand splashed by the bullet on the ground.

With this kind of special skills accumulated from actual combat and sublimated little by little, Zhao Haiping dodged the bullets fired at him by the light machine gun in the embarrassed rolling and crawling again and again, and he hid behind large rocks that could provide him with enough cover again and again, just when everyone thought that he would not come out again, Zhao Haiping would always jump out without hesitation, continue to run wildly, and throw the strings of bullets behind him.

"Hurry up, Master!" Feeling that his physical strength was rapidly draining, Zhao Haiping couldn't help but let out a low cry in his heart: "Master, I'm dying!" ”

The commander of the Chechen [***] guerrilla army slapped the hard rock under him and shouted: "What are you doing, ignore the clown who even threw away his gun, shoot immediately, and kill the enemy who is climbing the cliff, he is the biggest hidden ......"

"Bang!"

The head of the commander of the Chechen [***] army guerrilla force was raised back, and a gorgeous blood flower bloomed in the air, his eyes widened, and with a face full of shock and unwillingness, he slowly fell to the hard ground behind him. When his body was raised, his right hand was stretched out helplessly, as if he wanted to grasp something before he died, and seemed to point to the sky to make a silent accusation.

One thousand two hundred meters away, on that mountain peak more than one hundred and fifty meters high, Zhan Xia Ge had already set up his sniper rifle. Although his hands were bloody and blurred, they were still stable and powerful when they were stuck in the body of the gun and combined with the "bloodless red flag" on his shoulders to form a triangle.

Zhan Xia Ge untied the strip of cloth on his right index finger and gently hooked the trigger on the sniper rifle, which was the only one of the ten fingers on his hands that was not injured!

When the commander of the Chechen [***] guerrilla army was shot dead by him, more than 20 Chechen terrorists who were exhausted and had lost all confidence in victory in an instant were destined to face a desperate war.

When the last member of the Chechen [***] Army guerrillas fell under the guns of the warriors, he could already hear the sound of helicopter propellers cutting through the air at high speed. Lying in the desert at about the same time was a Afghan guerrilla member who had already spared him a way out...... Dansu.

Even as an Afghan guerrilla who grew up in the desert, it was dangerous to cross the desert alone, and while Dansu was resting, a poisonous scorpion more than two inches long climbed up Dansu's arm.

At this point, the joint pursuit force of more than 200 terrorists was completely engulfed by this desert.

(To be continued)