The Assassin and the Poisoned Arrow quickly walked through the jungle, and the Assassin looked at the marks left by them as they passed, and he bent down to pick up two dry branches from the ground that had been trampled on, and after a moment's thought, continued on his way.

As a sniper, Poison Arrow was originally a man of few words, but at such a time, when he encountered an assassin who did not like to talk even more than him, he had to ask: "What do you see?" ”

"Two people, one of them, he's a friend of the jungle!"

There was a slight look of surprise on the face of the poisoned arrow, which could make an assassin like a person who grew up in the mountains evaluate him as a friend of the jungle, which means that one of the two [***] people in front of him is fighting in the jungle, at least at the expert level.

The assassins used their own eyes, their own noses, and along the way, they followed the various clues they would leave behind, no matter how careful they were. The Assassin's feet had already stepped on a clump of leaves that looked likely to have been blown together by the wind, but with less than an inch of ground remaining, his feet paused slightly, then lifted again, stepping forward an additional twenty centimeters.

Unaware of the poisoned arrow that followed the assassin, he stepped on the pile of leaves when he heard a soft "pop".

Although the voice was very small, this familiar voice, for a veteran of a hundred battles like Poison Arrow, was like a thunderclap ringing in his ears, and Poison Arrow's body suddenly froze there, and he whispered: "I stepped on a mine!" ”

The assassin walked on without looking back, "Yes! ”

Poison Arrow was really a little anxious, he lowered his voice and said, "Hey, why don't you hurry up and help me dismantle this mine?!" ”

"You can fix it!"

Leaving behind a sentence that was not responsible for the lives of his companions, the figure of the assassin disappeared behind a few birch trees, and the poisoned arrow was really crying and laughing at this moment, he carefully squatted down, pulled out the multi-functional saber from his body, and muttered to himself in his mouth: "Alas, it's really unfortunate enough to have to act with an uncivilized savage boy, this is the first fucking time I've been thrown off as a burden!" ”

With the help of a saber, the poisoned arrow gently peeled through the floating soil around the mine, which is the most common M1A81 steel ball anti-infantry mine on the battlefield in Afghanistan, and is also a large number of mines planted deep in the mountains by members of their Chechen armed forces in order to suppress the attacks of the Russian political axe army. And those two damn middle [***] people actually dug up the mines they had planted and moved them to a different position.

For this kind of mine, he was very familiar with the poison arrow, and he easily removed the mine fuse, and when he picked up this mine, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. Underneath this mine, there was also a bag of explosives that weighed three kilograms, as if it were a bag of pastries, and under this bag of explosives, there were more than a dozen bullet magazines that were probably snatched from the religious fanatics of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" who only knew how to be hot-headed but had no real skills. If such a mine were to be stepped on by any unlucky man and raised his foot stupidly, he would definitely not be the only one who fell.

If you think about it, you also know that this mine, plus the explosives bag and bullet magazine, is a gift from the [***] people to the more than 200 joint pursuit troops behind. Looking at the fuse on the explosives bag that was bitten out by someone, the person bit really hard enough at that time, and now on the explosives package, you can clearly see two rows of deep tooth marks.

Poison Arrow stared at the mines that had been defused by him, and thought to himself, "Probably this time the assassin has met a real opponent, and he can't wait to chase forward, he must be anxious to meet this opponent who has the same wild style as him and is also proficient in jungle survival and combat, right?" ”

The Assassin made his way through the dense forest with an almost beastly movement, and instead of catching up directly with them from behind, he followed a semi-circular arc around them in front of them. This killer soldier, who grew up in the mountains, only took a few months to know the mountains well, and he found a small mountain spring, from which the deep clear water kept gushing out, forming a small pool with a diameter of three or four meters.

The spring water overflowing from the small pool flows down a trench formed by the natural impact of the twists and turns. Both humans and animals need to drink water, and the spring water flowing from this small waterhole will be popular in the jungle that two [***] people must pass through. And when the spring water flowed to the place where they passed, it had flowed a distance of about eight hundred meters, and it had become cloudy and undrinkable. If they want to drink clean water, they have to keep searching for it along the ditch.

According to the Assassin's judgment, after a long march and constant fierce fighting, the strength of the two [***] men should have reached their limit. In this case, they may have one person resting and overseeing the loads, and another person looking for clean water.

Instead of chasing down two [***] people and attacking with one enemy and two, of course, it is easier to hide in the shadows and play a one-on-one assassination operation! If you want to become a good assassin, the first factor is to be able to use all kinds of conditions to divide the enemy's forces and create the most convenient attack opportunities for yourself!

The Assassins are undoubtedly the true masters of this!

After about five minutes, the Assassin heard a very soft footstep, and the [***] man came, and only one person. When the Assassin hiding under cover set his gaze on the target, the pupils of his eyes instantly shrank into dangerous pins.

The camouflage uniform on his body was torn apart by shrapnel and branches, and the camouflage uniform could no longer be seen in its original green, but showed a kind of black-brown that made people involuntarily produce a creepy feeling in their hearts when they saw it. The Assassin with his beastly instincts could tell at a glance that the reason why the man's military uniform had changed this color was because his military uniform had been soaked in hot blood again and again, and then dried again and again.

This is a man who really struggled out of blood and death.

His steps looked no different from ordinary people, but under the exhaustion that could not be concealed, he wore heavy and somewhat tattered military and police riot boots, and stepped down step by step and lifted up again and again, and the sound he made was so light, as if he was now stepping on a hard and flat concrete floor instead of a mountain full of fallen leaves and dead branches.

His waist was slightly bent, and just this small change that was almost discernible to the naked eye gave him an unpredictable explosive power all over his body. And his left hand, which had been slightly drooping and lightly hooked by his fingers, gently shook at a thirty-five degree angle with the movement of his left side, and the stabbing objectively examined him for a full minute, but he was shocked to find that no matter how the man's left hand swung, it never left the holster on his left leg more than fifteen centimeters, and once he was attacked, he could pull out the self-defense pistol in the holster in the shortest possible time.

He carried an AK47 automatic rifle on his shoulder, looking indescribably relaxed and comfortable, but the Assassin knew that this man could bounce the rifle on his shoulder as long as he shrugged upward, and with the movement of his right hand, it would definitely make anyone who thought it had an opportunity to pay the most painful price.

He is an absolutely terrible enemy!

What made the assassin's heart suddenly rise with a majestic fire was the fierce murderous aura on this man's body that had almost condensed into substance! He is a tiger who is tired, but still maintains absolute vigilance and terrifying combat effectiveness!

The Assassin carefully controlled his breathing, trying to make his breathing as long and gentle as possible, and he even narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to control his killing intent. A tiger crawling out of the pile of dead people, he must already have a keen sense of touch and even a sixth sense far beyond ordinary people, as long as the slightest carelessness will make him feel inexplicably alert.

No matter how vigilant a person is, there are times when he relaxes, and no matter how terrible the tiger is, there is also a chance to expose his weaknesses.

That opportunity lies in that little puddle.

Warrior Song carefully examined the footprints on the ground, but the Assassin, who was more proficient in jungle warfare than him, had already erased all of his footprints. Seeing the small waterhole, Zhan Xia Ge didn't rush over, he picked up the AK automatic rifle on his shoulder, and he took this small waterhole as the core, and slowly turned a circle in the surrounding jungle. In several positions where people could be raided, Warrior Song pulled a thin rope made of bark fibers, and where the rope was hidden, there were two bullet casings. It wasn't until such an arrangement was made that Zhan Xia Ge walked to the waterhole, and after making sure that there was no one again, Zhan Xia Ge put down the automatic rifle in his hand, he pulled out the Huya Fighting Saber on his body, twisted the handle of the Huya Fighting Saber, took out a test strip that might have a detection function from it, immersed it in the pool, looked at the color of the note, and after making sure that the water in this pool was free of toxins, Zhan Xia Ge casually pulled out the slender leaves of a plant next to him, rolled it into a round file-shaped container, and scooped out a spoonful of pool water from the pool. into your own mouth.

At this time, the Assassin still did not make a move, believing that the time had not come.

The cool spring water poured into the stomach, and most of the heat in the whole body disappeared, and the warrior song couldn't help but shake his whole body. He simply reached out and picked up a handful of mountain springs from the waterhole and pounced on his face, the cool and comfortable feeling made his whole body instantly shrink three hundred and sixty-five sweat pores together, just when Zhan Xia Ge stood up and wiped the water droplets on his face with his sleeve, suddenly a hand that was not wide but absolutely powerful clasped his chin fiercely, and the sharp cold light in front of him flashed, and the streamer flowing on the blade of a 154cm steel hand-polished fighting saber instantly stung Zhan Xia Ge's eyes.

Zhan Xia Song screamed in his heart: "Damn, it's bad! ”

The hand that was clasped on his chin was not only powerful, but also very skillful, his five-fingered fingers tightly clasped Zhan Xia Ge's chin and human acupoint, the kind of pain like a steel claw buckled into his body, so that Zhan Xia Ge lost the strength to resist for a while, and with a "zi" sound, the sharp saber slashed through Zhan Xia Ge's throat.

There is no imaginary blood, there is no sound of the breeze cutting through the treetops in martial arts novels, and there is no sweetness of blood in the mouth, Zhan Xia Ge did his best to clasp the other party's hand holding the knife and twisted it fiercely, and the other party did not resist and threw away the saber in his hand with the twist of Zhan Xia Ge, and then his arm was like the body of a snake, curled into an arc that normal people could not imagine at all, and easily escaped from the hand of Zhan Xia Ge.

Before Zhan Xia Ge had time to spit out a mouthful of stuffy breath in his chest, he only felt that his throat was tight, and he was actually put around his throat with a rope from behind, and then one knee was tightly pressed against his spine, and the other party used his knee to resist Zhan Xia Ge's body, and then contracted the rope with all his strength and pulled it back, Zhan Xia Ge opened his mouth wide, and his tongue involuntarily spit out like a hanged ghost, revealing a big blister on his tongue because he bit off the fuse of the explosive bag.

This is a trick that soldiers will only use on the battlefield, an absolutely effective strangulation technique, a normal person is strangled like this, he will instinctively protect his throat with two hands, but in the face of such the purest murderous trick, no matter how he resists, it only takes fourteen seconds to suffocate to death.

Zhan Xia Ge's face was swollen, in this case, as a soldier who has received the most rigorous training and has integrated military technology into his instincts, his survivability has finally been fully reflected, he can actually endure the suffocation caused by the throat being strangled by the rope, reach out and pull out his tiger tooth fighting saber, before he has time to swing the knife to cut the rope, Zhan Xia Ge only felt that his right arm was tight, and he was actually entangled in his right hand by the assassin behind him with a rope.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out from the dense forest, and several birds were scattered in all directions.

In this case, Zhan Xia Ge made a quick decision, quickly gave up the tiger tooth fighting saber in his right hand, and before his left hand was entangled by the rope, he pulled out the self-defense pistol in the pouch of his left leg, and shot his neck with his backhand.

Growing up in the mountains and jungles, the Assassin instinctively felt the danger, and he quickly tilted his head, and a pistol bullet flew close to the neck and face of the Warrior Song and the Assassin, and the blazing sensation of the high-speed flight of metal objects made them all smell the smell of roasted meat in the air. At the same time, the assassin only felt that his hand was loose, and his "strangulation rope", which had been soaked in tung oil and woven with old mountain vine and bark fibers, and could not be broken by even a tiger, was actually broken by the opponent's shot!

Just as the assassin was caught off guard and his center of gravity shifted slightly, Zhan Xia Ge bent the left arm of his self-defense pistol and slammed his elbow into the back with all his might.

"Smack!"

The Warrior Song did not hit the enemy's body, the assassin raised his knee in time, and the elbows and knees of the two sides that can only be described as weapons collided without any tricks, and the terrible power gushed out from their bodies full of explosive power, and the Warrior Song involuntarily took a step forward, and the opponent was also knocked back by his full elbow blow.

With the force of the opponent's knee impact, the warrior song lunged forward with all his might, and the whole thing had shrunk into a ball with the smallest area of attack before it fell to the ground. After quickly rolling out four or five meters against the ground, Zhan Xia Ge stretched out his hand and suddenly supported the ground, and his whole body stretched out in the air, and miraculously became the direction facing the sneak attacker just now.

The assassin was gone, and Song saw only a bamboo bomb whirling in the air, flying at him with white smoke. While gulping in the air that was almost strangled to death and no longer needed to breathe, Zhan Xia Ge quickly took a step forward, reached out and grabbed the still sparkling earthen bomb directly, and pressed it towards the soft soil that was oversaturated with water.

The foot-long earthen bomb was pressed into the dirt by Zhan Xia Ge, who squatted on the ground, stretched out his hand to cover his throat that did not ooze blood, and his face was indescribably weird.

At this time, the warrior song really fucking shouted Long live the Fifth Special Force, and even more wanted to scream, Long live the quartermaster of the Fifth Special Force!

In addition to the nano-level body armor that is lighter than the ordinary body armor but stronger, there are also a lot of strange things on them, although they are small but absolutely useful on the battlefield.

In the collar of the uniform of each soldier of the Fifth Special Unit, without exception, a special anti-cutting throat mild steel sheet is embedded. In his eyes, if a soldier trained by the Fifth Special Force can stupidly let the enemy touch behind him on the battlefield and put the saber on his throat, this can only show that this soldier of the Fifth Special Force is a garbage who usually does not train well and will only embarrass the troops.

However, according to the regulations, whoever has a military uniform must also install such an anti-cutting throat soft steel sheet, otherwise it will be punished for disobeying military orders, after a long time, I am used to this soft steel sheet, and its weight is too light.

Reaching out and touching the piece of soft steel that was hidden in the collar to prevent cutting throat, this piece of steel left a deep mark that was almost cut in half, it is conceivable that if he really didn't wear this small piece of steel that usually doesn't seem to have any effect at all, his throat and tracheal artery just now would have been cut by someone with a knife. He didn't even know what the enemy looked like, so he died under his knife, and he, the fangs of the Fifth Special Forces, not only died unjustly, but also died in disgrace!

Feeling the proximity of death, the goosebumps all over the body of the warrior song are dancing, can he not die, especially knowing that there is a beloved woman waiting for him, who has lived so long and has not even done anything to have sex, who the fuck wants to die?!

The assassin hid behind a thick tree, and couldn't help but roll his eyes,, what kind of trick is that [***] person in the bottom?!

The collar in front of his neck hides a piece of steel so that he can't cut his throat smoothly, even if he can't cut his throat smoothly, why is the whole person like a rubber man, the rope is strangled around his neck, and he is trapped by someone with "strangulation", and he can still calmly judge the bullet point and shoot the rope around his neck?

This is definitely due to the fact that Zhan Xia Ge is really good, and he is outstanding in the Fifth Special Force, which is full of talents, and the instructors of the Fifth Special Force look at him differently one by one.

When Zhan Xia Ge was sleeping in the pigeon cage, Zhu Jianjun had a surprise sneak attack on him more than once, pinched it with his hands n times, strangled Zhan Xia Ge with a rope, poured a small bottle of cold water on his head, and then told him with a sympathetic face: "No. 4, you are dead, you are dead!" In order to commend you, the martyr of the Fifth Special Unit, who died in the enemy's sneak attack, immediately go and run forty laps around the field for me! ”

When he arrived at the desert terrain training ground, the perverted instructor after receiving Zhu Jianjun's message "This kid is very durable, his life is very hard, you can let it go", he intensified his efforts, and used the war song as a toy that can be repaired automatically and never resists, and had a lot of fun.

First dig a two-meter-long and half-meter-deep sand pit, and order Zhan Xia Ge, whose whole body was tied by ropes, to roll into it by himself, and then his old man really dared to bury Zhan Xia Ge alive!

In this case, the instructor and his old man lit a cigarette, sat in the jeep, and smoked it in front of the other students of the Fifth Special Force, until the minute hand on the watch jumped for ** minutes, it is estimated that even if he can be hard in the water for five minutes, it is impossible to resist this kind of "game" with an amazing lung capacity.

Without this inhuman torture, without being forced by the instructors to face death directly again and again, it would be impossible for Zhan Xia Ge to grow up so fast, and he would not be qualified to continuously win the Earth, Mountain, Jungle, Snow and Medal of Courage, and of course, it would not be possible to become the third fang in the history of the Fifth Special Force!

Please think about it, can the warrior song, which has been repeatedly ravaged by the instructor for a long time, be indomitable and lively, and can only be described as a combat machine, can it be so easily strangled by a rope?!

Instead of stabbing the saber directly into the heart of the warrior song, he chose the throat-cutting assassination that he liked the most and had the most sense of accomplishment, which was the assassin's biggest mistake!

(To be continued)