Death and fear surround the bodies and minds of all the members of the special attack team, and each of them is a presence to be looked up to in the army. I never thought that one day I would have such an experience.

Originally, they thought that after rigorous training, the ridiculous feeling of fear would never appear in their hearts again. Yet at this moment, not one of them did not feel palpitations. It turns out that they are also afraid, the so-called not afraid, but not to the extent that they are afraid. Today, they have thoroughly experienced what it means to be afraid.

At that moment, the two special attackers in the rear let out a scream, and then the two bodies fell like broken stakes. They had a sharp steel crossbow stuck in the back of their heads, and the shaft of the arrow was almost completely submerged, leaving only an inch of blood-stained tail outside.

"Where is he ......" The two special attackers shouted when they saw a figure running away. In an instant, a dense rain of bullets shot towards the wind plume. With the help of the cover of the jungle, Wind Feather evaded with breathtaking military movements, and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

Sakai Jubei roared loudly, "Rush up and catch him...... I'm going to smash this hateful Chinese special forces into pieces! ”

The Task Force members opened fire as they pursued in the direction where Light Feather had disappeared, and they were all enraged by Light Feather's bizarre and unbridled killing. If they can't kill this Chinese special forces, how can they be worthy of the honor of the "Flower of the Imperial Army"? At that point, the only thing that can be done is to face east and have a collective caesarean section.

The special attack team members worked in groups of three, echoing each other, searching and advancing in an anti-triangle formation, with Sakai Jubei and two other team members in the center to support the two flanks. Because of the fear of the traps and traps set by the other party. They move carefully. In this way, even if you can trace the traces of the other party, the speed is much slower. The sun was setting so hard in the west that the heat was not abated, but the air was dreary than at noon. Time passed slowly with the evaporation of sweat, and more than 20 hours of non-stop hunting, everyone's physical strength and spirit were greatly consumed. The scary thing is that no one knows when this game of cat and mouse will end, and no one knows how it will end. The light in the jungle is getting darker and darker, and the sights in the scope are getting blurred. Looks like. A violent thunderstorm is coming.

The three members of the right flank were less than two meters apart from each other, advancing back to back. One person searches the front, and two guards the side and the rear. The guy in the back looked at the darkening sky and muttered something. His companion reprimanded in a low voice, "Bastard. Shut up! Do you think we don't have enough dead? ”

At this time. Suddenly there was a winter thunderstorm, and in the middle of winter, Sumatra rarely encountered a sudden thunderstorm.

A serpentine bolt of lightning pierced the sky. The sound of thunder was deafening as if it were rolling down the treetops. As the thunder exploded, two 5.8mm pointed bullets flew from the flanks and pierced the temples of the two team members behind them with incredible precision, sending blood and shattered skulls flying everywhere. The team members in front wiped off the brains splashed on their faces, rolled out like a conditioned reflex, leaned against the thick trunk of the bowl, and howled: "Sniper ......" Before the words fell, there was a "click", the trunk behind him suddenly snapped, and a rattan net fell from the air. The kid broke out in a cold sweat, kicked the ground with his feet, and his body ejected like a cannonball. At that moment, three powerful arrows shot out from under the fallen leaves and into his body. The creature rolled down behind the tree, and as soon as he pulled out the cluster of arrows cut from the branches, his whole body suddenly stiffened, his eyes bulged, and he fell to the ground. The arrows are coated with poison for the Ghost Special Forces and are blood-sealed. The little devil died on the spot.

Because the thunder was so loud that Sakai Jubei and the other group of special attackers did not hear the gunshots, and when the team member howled, they realized that their comrades were under attack. By the time they reached the right wingers, there were only three bodies on the ground that were getting cold. Sakai Jubei looked at the trunk of the sawn two-thirds tree, and he was so angry that he drew his saber and slashed at the remaining half of the stake.

"Crackling" raindrops smashed on the stumps, and the dirt and moss covering the surface of the trees fell off, revealing a shiny silver metal wire. Sakai Jubei put away his knife and slowly peeled off the fallen leaves and moss at the base of the tree, and a modified grenade appeared in front of him. Sweat mixed with rain trickled down his forehead, if it wasn't for God's help, if the knife just now had been chopped down, he would probably have been shattered by this time.

The muscles on Sakai Shibei's face twitched sharply, the scheming of this Chinese special soldier was really terrifying, and even his reaction was not bad at all. He only now understands that he and his team are not hunters, but pathetic prey, in what he thought was a simple hunt. Their opponent is a master of jungle warfare, and in the eyes of the opponent, his special assault team can only be regarded as fish on the chopping block. He looked at the only three members of the team around him, and finally realized what kind of fate awaited them. Instead of fleeing, the other man laid a net in the jungle and waited for his special assault team to crash in like fools.

The rain became heavier and heavier, the wind roared, the lightning thundered, and the rain line fell straight down as if the heavenly river had burst, and the whole forest trembled. The special attackers had just experienced the scorching heat, and now it was as if they had been thrown into an ice hell, and the cold air drilled through every pore and went to the bone marrow. Sakai Jubei looked at the cold and shivering team members, and knew that if they continued to chase and kill, they would definitely be wiped out. At this time, it is necessary to change the way we act. Instead of crashing blindly in the dangerous jungle, it is better to brake quietly and wait for the Chinese special forces to automatically find him. Sakai Jubei ordered the team to feign retreat, believing that the Chinese special forces would never let them go, and would definitely find a way to hunt them down. As long as that Chinese special forces show up, they will have a chance. The visible enemy is not terrible, but the invisible danger is deadly.

Another night came, and boundless darkness covered the forest. Sakai Jubei ordered the special attack team to stop advancing and camp on the spot. They set up a large number of mines and traps around the camp, and in pairs, they were separated and hidden, waiting for the Chinese special forces to send them to the door themselves. The sound of the wind and rain roared in their ears, and the icy rain poured down their necks, making everyone feel as if they were in an ice cellar. Shivering. What is frustrating is that the Chinese special forces did not appear. In the middle of the night, when the rain stopped and the wind stopped, the bright moon wheel jumped out of the clouds, and the cold light shone on the boundless forest, and then sprinkled through the cracks in the canopy into the puddles all over the ground, and there was an inexplicable strange wandering in the forest like a ghost.

Sakai Shibei felt chills all over his body, and if he continued to stay, even if the Chinese special forces didn't make a move, they would have to freeze to death. He gave instructions to the players. Tell them to dismantle the mines. Leave immediately. The Commando team members were huddled in the muddy water, their limbs numb, and even the blood seemed to stop flowing. The biting coldness was like thousands of steel needles pricking the nerves, and they didn't dare to scream. I didn't dare to make the slightest noise. They knew that the Chinese special forces must be nearby. Maybe the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at their heads. Despair and pain are tangled, spreading inch by inch in the body, at this time. Only then did they realize what it means to live rather than die.

After dismantling the mines, the special attackers took cover in three or three and advanced alternately. After the heavy rain, a lot of broken trees were added to the forest, black and dark, like crocodiles in a swamp, lying in the muddy water in various strange postures. The forest was full of puddles, and the water was so cold that it was so cold that it was high to the feet. The water-soaked military boots were cold and heavy, slippery and slippery to step on in muddy water. To avoid making a louder noise, they had to bypass the rotten wood.

Sakai Jubei and another member of the team pushed forward ten meters to stop the guard, covering the team members behind to follow. The two team members held their guns, carefully avoiding the broken logs in the water, and moved forward alternately on the left and right. The team member on the left had just stepped over a piece of mud-stained log, and the piece of wood suddenly rose into the sky, and the water splashed like a rock breaking the sky. A cold knife light slashed through his throat, and hot blood mixed with muddy water fell together.

The team member on the right would never have imagined that Light Feather would lurk in the water in this way, and in a panic, he would shoot with a gun. Unexpectedly, Qingyu's movements were faster than him, and the military thorn came out of his hand, like a lightning bolt that broke through the air, and sank into the man's eyebrows. The Japanese soldier fell backwards, the submachine gun roared "suddenly", and the bullets all hit the corpses of the team members on the left, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Sakai Jubei and the team were almost mad when they saw Karuha kill their companions with such impunity. The two men outflanked left and right, and the submachine gun spewed angry flames. Light Feather rolled out at an astonishing speed, and with the cover of the dense forest, it disappeared into the lush shadows in three or two turns.

The team member yelled loudly, desperate to catch up, hoping to beat the light feather into a honeycomb. After more than forty hours of hunting, he saw his companions fall one by one, nervous and psychological on the verge of collapse, when he saw the Chinese special forces appear, the anger of revenge burned fiercely in his chest, he forgot his fear, and rushed straight towards the place where the light feather disappeared, and the rapid rain of bullets hit the branches and leaves. By the time Sakai Jubei had finished drinking, it was too late, and a steel crossbow flew out from behind the trunk on the left side and pierced straight into the team member's temple. As if hit by a giant hammer, the little devil flew up and fell into the puddle, splashing down like raindrops.

Sakai Jubei's eyes were blood-red, and he threw away the submachine gun that had run out of bullets, and pulled out his Type 14 pistol to shoot at Kabha. This pistol uses 8mm southern bullets, which are extremely accurate in pointing and shooting, and the bullets have the same penetrating force as dummy bullets, and if hit, they will either die or maim them. Knowing the power of this pistol, Kazuha picked up the corpse of the Japanese soldier and kicked it in the air at Sakai Jubei. The 8mm southern bullets were all hit on the corpse, blowing up a puddle of minced flesh. Without waiting for the corpse to fall, Light Feather shot out like a crossbow, head and foot, and slammed Sakai Jubei's pistol with his iron knee. Sakai Shibei didn't care about the pain in his wrist, pulled out his saber, and slashed towards the light feather. The cold light of the sword was like the eyes of death in the hazy night, strange and fast, and Sakai Jubei believed that no life could escape the fatal blow of "Kinkiri".

The "Shadow Cut" is 50cm long, the handle is 16cm long, the blade has been hand-processed in 12 ways, the hardness reaches 60HRC, and the blade is surrounded by rare golden snow waves on both sides. This sword was a treasure gift from him as the emperor of the kendo family.

Light Feather didn't expect Sakai Shibei's counterattack to be so fast, and when he couldn't make a move, he sank his shoulders and stomach, and his body shrank back a few centimeters in an incredible way. The tip of the knife cut horizontally in front of his abdomen, dragging out a foot-long blood groove, and the flesh rolled up, and the blood gushed like a spring. If it weren't for his fast movements, this knife would have to be disemboweled, even if it couldn't be cut in half.

Light Feather took advantage of the situation and rolled out, pulled out the military thorn in the center of the Japanese soldier's eyebrows, and held it in his hand.

Sakai Jubei was secretly awe-inspiring. The tip of the knife pointed down obliquely, and in the yellow leaves falling from the sky, he carefully looked at the Chinese special forces in front of him.

The morning light fills the forest, and the jungle after the rain is full of life and greenery. Sakai Shibei had no intention of watching the beautiful scenery in the forest, and in his eyes, there was only the upright Chinese special forces and the bloody blades in the hands of the Chinese special forces.

The Chinese special forces soldier was covered in mud and couldn't see his true face. Skin exposed to the mist has a metallic texture. Clothes hung from branches and rocks, dripping with reddish droplets. Like a blood-stained wind horse flag. Those eyes were as deep as a sea of ice. As cold as a blade, one can't help but think of a lone wolf on a snowy field - undisguised violence and carnage.

A trace of uneasiness swept through Sakai Shibei's heart, and the Chinese special forces on the opposite side not only had the cruelty of a lone wolf, but also had the cunning of a fox and the viciousness of a snake. This opponent has never been encountered before - strange and ruthless. Stop at nothing. Never die. It was unlike any Chinese special forces he had ever seen. He has killed countless people and never knew what fear was, and this Chinese special forces soldier was even more ruthless than him. More disregard for life than he is. In order to kill them, the other party will do everything possible, such as mines, traps, poisoned arrows, sniping, assassination, and ...... The methods are ruthless, bloody and cruel. Last night's cold rain was something that almost no human being could contend with. And this Chinese special soldier was covered in sludge and dived into the icy water to set up a killing situation. This alone is not something he and his special assault team can do.

Sakai Shibei held the knife in both hands, the tip of the knife slowly raised, and said coldly, "What is your name?" ”

Qing Yu nodded coldly and asked rhetorically: "Sakai Shibei, the captain of the Japanese Blue Flower Special Attack Team, is from a kendo family, and has a sword technique that can be called the best in Japan. ”

Sakai Shibei said proudly: "I'm asking you, what's your name?" ”

Qing Yu said coldly: "I killed a lot of Japanese and never asked their names!" Of course, I don't have to tell the ghost of the knife about my name. ”

Sakai Shibei said coldly: "Tell me, who are you?" ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just have to remember that I'm the one who killed the Japanese!"

"This Shadow Cut has followed me for years, killed 299 enemies, and you will become the 300th! And it's also a Chinese special forces. After Sakai Jubei finished speaking, the sword light flew up, and a violent whirlwind rolled up in an instant.

Kazuha stepped back and twisted his body, dodging the blade, and his right leg flirted back, and kicked Sakai Jubei's chin over his head. Sakai Jubei immediately changed his moves, and the saber was slashed back at a forty-five degree angle. Light Feather blocked the shadow cut with a military thorn, and plunged his left palm into the opponent's throat like a sharp blade.

The leaves are flying, and the swords are shining. Sakai Jubei relied on the sharpness of the sword, wide opening and closing, all the most powerful attacks, showing the viciousness and strangeness of Japanese swordsmanship to the fullest. Light Feather held the military thorn back, like the deadliest poisonous snake, waiting for an opportunity to fight back in the flowing knife light. After a dozen rounds, Sakai Jubei forced Karuha into a puddle, and the saber slashed at Karuha's throat like lightning. Kazuha leaned back, his saber brushing against the tip of his nose, reversing the stab, and the tip of the sword picked up a water arrow that shot into the eyes of Sakai Jubei.

Sakai Shibei hurriedly blocked with a horizontal sword, but unexpectedly, the light feather struck east and west, his body bent like a spirit snake, and the backhand general stabbed him in the abdomen.

Sakai Jubei roared in pain, staggered back, threw away his saber, covered his stomach with both hands, and slowly fell to his knees on the ground, his dead fish-like eyes looking at Karuha with resentment.

Light Feather picked up the shadow cut, and the sword light was like a flying snow, and the yellow leaves fluttered all over the sky. Sakai Jubei's head flew high, and a waterfall of blood burst out of the cavity and rolled upside down into the dawn sky. Then he turned to leave, and he didn't have the heart to look at the corpse of the enemy.

Qing Yu found a pool of clear water, washed his body, and redressed his wounds. After two days and two nights of non-stop hunting, his physical strength and energy were extremely depleted, and if he could lie down and rest for a while, even for a few minutes, it would be the greatest enjoyment. But he couldn't stop, the bodies of those brothers were still lying in the Jackal Valley, and he had to help them complete the task, only then those brothers could be blinded under the Nine Springs.

Light Feather hastily eats something, which can be regarded as a protest to comfort the stomach. He also took off his clean military uniform from the corpses of the Japanese soldiers and replaced the clothes that were rotten like strips of rags. He collected the devil's weapons and ammunition, carried them on his body as much as possible according to his own situation, and buried those that could not be taken away for the time being in the woods.

He carefully looked at the shadow cutting, the knife light flowed, the yellow leaves flew, and the soul was devouring, which was a murderous weapon. Light Feather carried a shadow cut and a sniper rifle, and carried a submachine gun, and disappeared into the dense forest.

At the same time, Yamashita Muto Akira had been waiting for two days in a row in a makeshift military camp outside Kanbaru City. The person he was waiting for was naturally Sakai Jubei.

"Someone." It's been two days, and Akira Muto, who was starting to get a little impatient, has decided to leave.

"General." An attendant enters the tent.

"Is Sakai Osa back?" Akira Muto asked.

"Report to the general, haven't come back yet."

"Go down." Muto Zhang waved his hand, pulled the tarpaulin of the tent, and looked at the towering mountains and forests in the distance, and his heart began to sink. In two days, according to the strength of the Blue Flower Special Attack Team, it is impossible that they have not come back until now. If it weren't for Sakai Jubei's pride, he would have sent troops to the mountains and forests to help with the search.

"Ordered, the headquarters immediately opened and went to the Kono Brigade to defend the ground. Wait for a small team, wait for Sakai Daisa to come back, and then come at the same time. (To be continued......)