Everything was normal in the beginning.

The usual actions, the usual teammates, the usual meat jokes and the usual prayers. Of the fifty people, two or three were Christians, and four or five were Christians, and those who often walked by the river were always able to distort the conflict between faith and sin perfectly, so some were praying, some were meditating with their eyes closed.

Cheng falls into the latter category.

He was an atheist, but he had his own doctrines. If killing people is unavoidable, try to deal with them cleanly. It's a dogma he's embraced in the past, as if there's something wrong, but nothing is absolutely right, especially on the battlefield.

The flight lasted about forty minutes, and the helicopter began to lower its altitude.

"Hey, Cheng, do you feel that today is different from usual?" John leaned over to him.

He thought about it for a moment, then replied, "Yes." I woke up extra early today. ”

John ignored him and continued, "I always felt that Captain Mack was a drunkard today and didn't mean to drink. The drinker's heart is not in the cup, Cheng listened to John's American fast food-like English pronunciation to express a meaning very similar to the ancient Chinese proverb, and admitted the worldview of cultural similarity.

No one had taught him standard Chinese pronunciation, let alone his American adoptive parents, and even his biological parents had never led him to babble. Of course, that's because he never saw his biological parents. So he can speak native English, but only simple Chinese. Some teachers have taught him Chinese, but except for some famous sayings that he understands, other dialogues can only be guessed. It's easy to do if the sentence is short, but when it's long, he gets dizzy.

But, bizarrely, he has his own full Chinese name. From the time he was sent to the welfare home, the name was found to be tattooed in his calf, and his pen was strong and strong, and his adoptive parents did not know him, so after he went to elementary school, he made a special trip to find an old teacher who taught at a Confucius Institute in the United States and read it to him word by word, "Cheng Yihan." ”

He asked, "What does that mean?" ”

The old teacher translated it to him, "'Cheng' is your surname, 'Yi' means bright, and 'cold' is usually cold. ”

He didn't understand, the light was good, why was it cold again?

The old teacher shrugged his shoulders like an American and said to him, "This is what your parents experienced in the past, and you will have to figure it out on your own in the future." ”

So later, he used to call himself Cheng. AT FIRST, HE WAS CALLED "CHAN" BY OTHERS, HE DIDN'T LIKE THE PRONUNCIATION, SLIMY AND PLAUSIBLE, AND LATER, HE ASKED OTHERS TO CALL HIM "CHENG", UNAMBIGUOUS CHENG.

"It's not wine, so where's that?" Cheng asked.

"I can't tell." John himself couldn't tell, but he always felt that something was going to happen.

"Attention, everyone, it's going to be the landing site soon!" The driver reminded everyone through a loudspeaker that they were now in combat mode.

Cheng suddenly understood, there was no walkie-talkie and headset! These two are indispensable tools in group combat operations and are no less important than bombing munitions.

At the same time, John reacted.

"Cheng, we don't have walkie-talkies or headsets in our equipment. The cabin was also not equipped with either of these things. "John was very calm.

Cheng was silent, he was still sorting out his thoughts. This is the first time this has happened.

He wondered why he was using the guise of government troops to infiltrate an area already controlled by the ISI, isn't that a self-evident target? And there are no evacuation plans so far?

All the equipment in the armory has been tested many times in actual combat, it is impossible to lack things due to negligence, even if it is too late to update the equipment and put it into storage, then there must be a backup in the cabin of the helicopter. However...... There is only one way to explain all three of these doubts, and that is......

"Cheng, they're testing us." John raised his voice and deliberately shouted to the people around him.

Yes. John, who has always been rough, is not stupid, and no one else will be stupid. can live from being recruited to the present, either he has refined himself into a ghost, or he is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, in short, everyone knows how to protect themselves.

He was now more concerned with two questions: why or what was going to test them, and how.

There is also an old Chinese proverb, which his old Chinese teacher said to him, called "Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door", Cheng feels that he has a little meaning now.

He was concerned and worried, because he was afraid of being tested in the real world.

Before he had time to think about it, John grabbed his hand in the mess and said, "It's time to skydive!" He felt as if he had seen this action somewhere, and was awkwardly pulled to the door by John's hand, and at the moment when they let go of their hands and jumped down, he remembered, isn't this the action of Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"! In the summer vacation of the age of eighteen, he traveled to China with his classmates from the military academy and watched "The Condor Heroes" in the hotel for seven consecutive nights. The American teenager in the same room swore at that time that he would not marry a non-Chinese woman in the future.

In the process of rapid fall, he felt as if his heart had drifted away. Drifting across the Atlantic, across the Siberian Plain, across the Taihang Mountains, and all the way into the dense woods of the mountains.

And the reality is that he fell into the rushing river.

John followed him and landed on the river beach thirty meters away, although Cheng who looked at the soup chicken was out of breath, he could still draw out a bundle of breath and shout, "Cheng, seriously, I didn't expect that I could laugh so happily in such a critical situation, you are really my pistachio!" ”

He glanced at John without words. Let's just say that John is very good at spoiling the atmosphere.

He looked up at the sky as he quickly peeled off his umbrella bag. The members of the assassination team uncovered the sugar coating of jellyfish in the dark sky one after another and rushed into the deep forest.

From a distance, everyone is very close to each other, but in fact, the closer you get to the ground, the greater the distance will be, and everyone should have landed in different areas.

Cheng squatted down, picked up a stone and hit a lot of points on the muddy ground of the river beach. Then connect them one after the other. Take the center point and draw a circle with the outermost point as the radius. He pondered for a moment, then came up with a value on the radius.

John tilted his head for a moment, then pointed to the data, "Did you count the wind acceleration?" ”

Cheng tapped on the value just now, "This." Knowing where everyone is and how far apart they are doesn't reassure him. He looked at the shadows piercing into the sky around him, the vegetation here was diverse, not like an artificially bred forest farm, and there must be wild beasts.