When the night was dark, and there were not even a few night owls in the capital, Le Xiao was energetically guarding the pharmaceutical furnace and adding medicinal materials to the furnace, and similarly, in a dense forest in the border area adjacent to Myanmar at the junction of distant Z province and the Indian country now known as Guzhu and India, there was a person who also did not sleep, and he was staring at the camouflaged tent more than ten meters away with his eyes open.

The man staring at the tent had an ordinary face with a long Chinese character, wearing green camouflage pants that were close to the color of the leaves, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, he looked extremely tired, and he was carrying a deflated green backpack.

He crouched behind a tree, shielding himself from grass and dwarf branches, clinging to the ground, letting his heartbeat and breath be tiny by the vegetation.

In the distance, the tent is made of trees in the shape of a "man", the tent is covered with cyan vines, and there is a place where the fire is burned on one side, and there are four people sleeping in the tent, all lying in kimono, holding guns in their arms, and the other person stands at the bottom of a tree next to the tent to watch the night, and is vigilant about the movement around him.

The five people inside and outside the tent are all Southeast Asian faces, men, all of whom are in olive green clothes and pants closest to the color of the mountain vegetation, and a stainless steel pot is placed on the stove where the fire is cooking, and the food is simmered.

The night became thicker and thicker, and at midnight one of the people in the tent got up and replaced the man who had been guarding the night for half the night, and after midnight, there was a fog in the mountains and forests, and it became more and more humid.

When the dew condensed on the leaves, probably too tired, the people resting in the tent made a slight snoring sound, and the night watchman also had a slight snoring sound, leaning against the tree, his head drooping downward, his head drooped a little, and then he looked up, and after a while he nodded little by little, and dozens of times, and he nodded more and more often.

The man hiding behind the tree was like a lurking cheetah, keeping an eye on the man who was on night watch at the tent, his clothes and hair were wet, and his face was dewed, but he was still motionless and firm as a stone.

Staring at the night watchman on duty, watching the other party from waking up to showing sleepiness, and finding out the law of his nodding, when the night shift man hung his head more and more and raised up for a longer and longer time, he got up quietly, bent his waist, and touched the man on duty lightly like a lion hunting.

He moved very lightly, with each step as small as a cat's step, and occasionally made the slightest sound like a night mouse jumping or a drop of dew shaking the blades of grass, a slight sound that could hardly wake the night watchman.

Slowly, the bloodshot man got closer and closer to the night watchman, and when he was three or four meters away, he paused, and in the faint light of the embers in the stove fire, he observed that the night watchman and the people in the tent showed no signs of waking up, and then sneaked again, approaching the night watchman little by little.

He was very careful and careful, getting closer and closer to the night watchman, and finally when the night watchman raised his eyes and looked around and lowered his head, the bloodshot man touched the back of the tree that the night watchman was leaning on, quietly took out a scimitar dagger, leaned out from behind the tree, and covered the night watchman's mouth and nose with one hand with lightning speed, and the dagger swiped the night watchman's neck, giving the other party a fierce throat kill.

The blow was clean and decisive, slicing the throat and major artery of the night watchman, and the blood rushed out like a line of water that had just gushed out of the mouth of the fountain, several meters away.

The night watchman's mouth and nose were covered, and he didn't even make a whining sound, and after a few convulsions of his feet, he went limp, and his gun was still tightly clutched, and he went to God so silently, and the people in the tent, less than two meters away, were unconscious.

Kill a target, the man behind the tree gently lowered the night watchman whose neck was still spurting blood, put the person on the ground, wrenched the dead man's stiff hand, and took the gun off, the night watchman was holding a sniper rifle, he looked at the bullets slightly carefully, found that the number was enough, checked the gun with a dazzling gesture, and checked the performance of the silencer.

After confirming that there was no problem, the red-eyed man sneaked again, changed directions, and pointed his gun at the person in the tent in a direction that could face the tent, and shot resolutely.

The first muffled sound just sounded, then the second and third sounds.

Each one flew diagonally downwards at an irresistible speed at a man lying asleep in the tent, the bullet striking the heart of the man, who let out a short cry and splattered blood.

The blood of the first man and the second bullet fell on the second man almost at the same time, and every second bullet still hit the heart, and the rapid screams stopped abruptly in just a short moment, and the person who was shot opened his eyes, but could not see anything, and the wound on his chest continued to bleed.

Two screams also woke up the other two, the most marginal one rolled to the side, the person who was caught in the middle leaned up, just raised up half of his body, and was shot in the chest by a bullet with a cold light, but he didn't hit the vital point, he spasmed, it was a short moment of hesitation, and another bullet arrived, straight to his heart.

The third man fell, and at the same time, he shot at the man who was rolling on the ground, and fired at the place where the tent was crossed, and he saw a faint shadow rolling into the grass and woods as he fired the shot.

He fired several more shots in the direction where the shadow was rolling, the sound of the guns, which had no silencer, broke the silence of the night, and was heard far away, and the birds perched nearby were frightened and jumped into the sky, and the sound of animals running.

In the confusion of an instant, the sound was enough to affect the judgment of the people, and the man in the tent threw a cat out of the tent and hid in the woods next to the tent, which was safer to be sheltered by a tree than in the tent.

He had just rolled to the weeds and vines beside the tent, and before he had time to hide in the hidden vegetation, a bullet came in the darkness with a "hiss" that pierced the air, and when he heard the familiar sound of bullets, he didn't have time to roll or jump and run, he was hit in the shoulder, and the pain made him unhelp but deviate in the direction of the shoulder where he was shot, and the next moment, something burning on his forehead, he first had the feeling of blood flowing down his forehead, then the burning pain, and then the thought was broken.

His head hung down, his face had not yet hit the ground, the back of his head was opened, white and red were sprinkled, and in a moment, the face of the descendant also hit the ground, and his head was tilted to the side.

Four sleepers, one night watchman, died one after another in just a few minutes.

The man who rolled into the woods got out of the grass, still holding the weapon of war captured from the enemy, leaned out half of his body to observe, and made sure that the four of them were too dead to die before he stood up, and the red in his eyes was even thicker, as thick as blood, full of violent aura.

"Twenty-five in all." Holding the black guy in his hand, the corners of Yan Xing's mouth twitched, and he muttered lowly, full of endless shock and sorrow.

There is an unwritten rule in the army, a beheading task and a blood-twisting machine must be replaced at most ten people, and generally five or seven people must be withdrawn, because killing too many enemies will have a great challenge to people's psychological endurance, and the murderous spirit is too strong, and it may be swayed by negative emotions and make people break down.

His psychological endurance far exceeds that of the same type of meat grinder, and he will not be shaken by murderous aura and negative emotions after ten consecutive kills, but generally at most seventeen kills, no matter how much, the murderous aura is too heavy, even if there is no blood on his body, there is a bloody shadow, that kind of breath even dogs will be afraid when they see it, and they need to recuperate for at least a month to gradually eliminate the murderous aura and the bloody aura that appears invisibly from the subconscious on the body.

This time, the previous limit has been exceeded, and it has reached twenty-five kills.

This number is also the limit of what he can insist on, the master has training, even if he is the guardian of the country, because his own cultivation is not enough, it is not appropriate to kill too much, and he cannot kill more than three or nine enemies until the time of life and death.

The number of thirty-nine is twenty-seven.

has been killed twenty-five times in a row, and there is only two gaps between the twenty-seven numbers, and he can no longer challenge the psychological limit.

He could no longer continue to carry out the beheading mission, and then he had to retreat and leave another group of people to secretly guard the border, and no outsiders were allowed to act illegally and dangerously on the border under any pretext.

Yan Xing exhaled, slowly raised his head, and covered his eyes with his hands, his eyes were like a thin red veil, and his vision was not very clear, which was also caused by too much murderous aura, which was commonly known as killing red eyes.

blinked his sore and aching eyes several times, took out a pair of gloves from the backpack behind his back, replaced a pair in his hand, and then took out a strong light flashlight, and walked to check on the five short-lived ghosts.

Yan Xing did not sympathize with them, the soldier died for the country, the death was worth it, and it was glorious to pay his life for the faith he was loyal to, just as the dead soldiers of other countries would not be merciful when they met him, and they would not sympathize with him if they killed him.

He dragged the nearest men to the place next to them, and then he went to move the night watchmen to a pile, and then he dragged out the three men in the tent, put them in a row, searched them, took away some important things that could prove their identity, took the hair and blood of the five men as specimens, left guns and ammunition, threw all the things that were not needed at them, and set them on fire.

A strange fire flew out, only the size of a bowl, and then it grew in the wind, burning the corpse.

Because he often uses different fires, and he himself is often in the deep mountains and old forests, he has not been rested, and he can not cook and eat with fire for up to half a month, and can only eat dry food or raw food, his mental and physical strength are challenged, and there is no strong spiritual power to support the different fires, and the flames are also affected, and his strength is insufficient.

Fortunately, he took the pills given by Xiao Lori and distributed them to the team members who carried out the decapitation operation, and he also brought a copy with him, and he ate one whenever he couldn't hold it anymore, so as to replenish his energy and barely keep the flame still fighting.

Five people, burned for more than four hours, and when the day dawned, and there was light in the woods, it finally burned to ashes, leaving a piece of scorched earth and some white powder on the ground.

Yan Xing did not dismantle the tent, only extinguished the fire in the improvised stove, so as not to have a mountain fire, he didn't take anything else, and walked into the woods without looking back with a bundle of guns.

He walked in the mountains for most of the day, and finally bypassed the peaks and cliffs that apes and beasts could not climb, returned to his own borders, and walked for another half a day, and only arrived at a border observation post in the afternoon, which was also the place where the members of the decapitation operation changed teams.

By the way, Colonel Yan, who had a face on his face, entered the sentry point, recorded the seized things, and handed them over to the sentry personnel for a long time, just took a shower, changed his clothes, and left immediately, and went to the border villages for more than ten miles to find villagers to send them to the big towns and villages by motorcycles to rent a car.

When Yan Shao kept changing means of transportation all the way, it was already night when he arrived in Sa City, Z Province, and there was no direct flight to the capital from the airport, so he stayed temporarily in the city.

Even if there was a place to live, he didn't dare to sleep at ease, he kept awake, woke up on the morning of the 27th, his eyes were still bloodshot, he wore sunglasses to cover his eyes, rushed to the airport, and took a flight to Beijing at half past 9.

At half past one in the afternoon, the plane landed safely at the capital airport, Yan Xing really took a breath, only when he returned to the capital alive can he be considered truly alive, in other places, even if he did not fall in the mission, there was a possibility of an accident on the way, and he was not alive.

Returning to the place where he grew up, he felt a little less pressure in his heart, walked out of the safety exit, went to the outside of the terminal to take a secret taxi to pick up the airport, changed several times along the way, and spent more than three kinds to return to the garrison area, first to take off the human skin mask, then wash his makeup, change into light civilian clothes to report to the brigade commander, and then go to the commander's office to report.

Commander Liu only listened to the most important points of the task, and drove away Colonel Yan with a straight face and asked him to take a good rest, that kid's eyes were full of red mist, and he still had a kind of qi and bloody qi on his body, no matter how good he was, he was fine, and others would inevitably be affected by his murderous aura.

The chief let himself go, Yan Xing returned to the team to pick up his personal belongings and was sent to He's house by the team members, he was faintly violent in his heart, and it was not appropriate to drive, otherwise he might lose patience when he was stuck in traffic.

The remaining black nine and the god sixteen rushed to drive, and finally the god sixteen grabbed the task of being the driver, and drove the captain's special seat to send him off, and on the way, he counted the "unscrupulous" behavior of a certain little loli to divert the captain's attention and calm his vaguely revealing violent atmosphere.

Yan Xing heard that little Lori digging Cordyceps was as easy as digging radishes in the ground, and a charming smile appeared on her pale and tired face because she had worn a human skin mask for a long time, as if the powerful person was herself, a proud striker: "Little Lori is so powerful, even someone who looks so handsome can't win against her, you can only watch her sweep Cordyceps, and then be jealous and hateful on the side." ”

Shen Sixteen almost stepped on the accelerator as a brake, captain, what does your expression mean? Also, being handsome has nothing to do with digging cordyceps, right?

The captain's thinking is getting more and more ...... Jumping out, Shen Sixteen felt that he was a little outdated, and he had to act as if he hadn't heard the captain step on others and praise his own bad behavior, who called the captain now full of blood, just let the captain be narcissistic first, anyway, there is a little Lori who can easily crush the captain.

There are sixteen gods babbling about little Lori's bits and pieces, Yan Xing's heart is happy, and the violent atmosphere is not so strong.

Walking all the way and talking all the way, before I knew it, I reached the goal, Shen Sixteen sent the captain into the compound where the old man He San lived, sent people to the gate of the courtyard, and saw that the captain was carrying a backpack and the action was not much different from the usual day before he was relieved to return to the garrison area.