Insufficient balance

  As I was crossing a naturally formed water ditch, my knees suddenly went soft and I fell into a large puddle of mud. The Indian Air Force's strategic bombers flew over our heads, bringing with them a dull roar. Looking at those steel-made machines of war, for some reason my whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and for a moment I didn't even have the strength to get up.

  Chang Sun Ting quickly jumped down from the ditch and hugged me, anxiously asking: "Big brother, what's wrong with you?"

  I stretched out my trembling hands like a cramp, grasping Long Sunting tightly and refusing to let go. With a voice that was on the verge of tears, I said: "I don't know what's happening either, but suddenly... I'm so scared, I don't want to die yet, I still want to see Wan Ying and Bu Shanna..."

  Chang Sun Ting covered my mouth with his hand, if my words reached the ears of others, it would immediately make this assault team's morale plummet. Chang Sun Ting looked up at the others and said: "He was just too tense during the battle earlier, now that he's relaxed a bit, he's temporarily lost strength, I estimate he'll recover soon, I'll carry him on my back and follow you guys."

  Looking at me, who was judged to be two different people in an instant, Long Sun Ting let out a long sigh and said softly: "Big brother, you're not afraid. A heroic figure like big brother, after experiencing the cycle of bravery and cowardice, what else can make you feel fear? You're shaking all over now only because you've just recovered from a serious injury, and then exhausted yourself again earlier. In this high-altitude, low-temperature environment, you're feeling cold, that's all. Just drink a mouthful of strong liquor, and everything will be fine."

  Chang Sun Ting pulled out a delicate Russian silver flask from his backpack, carefully fed me a sip, and then stuffed the entire flask into my hand, lowering his voice to say: "Whatever you do, don't let anyone else see this, it's my treasured contraband that I smuggled in against military regulations. Make it last, just take small sips when you feel cold."

  The liquor rushed into my stomach, immediately sending up a frenzy of scorching heat like fire, burning me with a sudden tremble all over, feeling the warm current flowing through the blood vessels under the skin, surging towards every cell in the body. My stiffened body miraculously regained its elasticity. Hearing the distant sound of familiar gunfire, I suddenly pushed away Zhang Sun Ting's hand and called out in a low voice: "What good wine!"

  Chang Sun Ting smiled and said, "Of course it's good wine, a 300-year-old cellar-aged special brew. If we're forced into a desperate situation by the enemy, big brother must remember to drink all the good wine in the jug, otherwise just this jug of wine may expose our identities."

  I stuffed the wine jug into my own pocket, carrying the heavy machine gun that had been unloaded from an Indian army armored vehicle, and ran to the forefront of the assault team in big strides. Looking at me with a revitalized appearance, Chang Sun Ting's expression was complex as he sighed softly and said, "Sorry, brother!"

  "Is this the two heroic brothers Yang Qing has been raving about all night?" A sarcastic voice came from behind, Bai Ruiqi carried a sniper rifle and followed Zhang Sunting at a leisurely pace, saying disdainfully: "I just saw him jump onto the magnetic explosion tank with crazy moves, I really thought he was a heroic figure. But after messing around for half a day, it turned out to be a coward who trembles all over when hearing gunshots after the drug effect wears off. And you, this little clown from the circus, are even more ridiculous. You actually secretly used Aqhxl, which hasn't undergone systematic testing, on your own brother. Are you trying to save him or harm him?"

  Chang Sun Ting suddenly turned his head, raised the submachine gun in his hand, and stared at Bai Rui Qi, shouting: "Who are you? What secrets are you hiding?"

  "Didn't we just introduce Yang Qing? If you have a premature aging problem, I don't mind repeating my name again. My name is Bai Ruiqi!" Bai Ruiqi said with a smile, facing Long Sun Ting who was ready to pull the trigger at any moment: "My hidden secrets are probably fewer than yours. I'm really curious, even if you want someone to die, there are many ways to do it without drawing attention. Why did you have to use Aphxl? I think you used at least three units of dosage on him!"

  Chang Sun Ting slowly lowered the submachine gun in his hand and said in a low voice, "Hmph, what do you know?! Don't blame me for not warning you. If you don't keep your mouth tightly under control, I will unhesitatingly raise my gun and shoot you."

  Bai Ruiqi shrugged indifferently and said, "Remember, I'm right behind you. On the battlefield, just focus on what's in front of you. From now on, no one except me has the qualifications to shoot you from behind. By the way, be honest with me, have you ever used Aphxl? I heard that a few years ago, you saw a cockroach and cried out loud."

  The sky was just a faint light, wearing camouflage uniforms walking in the dense jungle, everyone looked like a group of dark shadows, except for Zhang Sun Ting and Bai Rui Qi who were at the back of the team, everyone's face was solemn, quietly making their way through. When I climbed up a small hill first, I couldn't help but pause.

  Behind the hillside was a relatively flat grassland, most suitable for camping. More than 100 Indian soldiers were lying on the ground, snoring loudly, with only seven or eight sentries patrolling around them. They were likely an infantry company that had entered the forest to search for guerrilla fighters and were exhausted after running all night. One of the sentries sat on the ground, carefully wiping his glasses with a piece of cloth. Seeing me suddenly appear from behind the hillside, he raised his still-unwiped glasses and gave me a faint smile.

  I was holding a heavy machine gun, and out of habit, I nodded at him in response. The two of us stared at each other for a full three seconds, his eyes filled with confusion as he looked at me, still in an attacking posture. He wanted to put on his glasses, but the machine gun in my hand fired, shooting several bullets into his chest, splashing out a vibrant blood flower. His eyes widened in disbelief as he carefully put on his glasses amidst the gushing blood, then looked at me one last time and let out a soft sigh before slowly falling to the ground.

  At the sound of gunfire, it was like an explosion in a beehive, and the Indian soldiers in the camp suddenly woke up together, rolling and crawling to grab their weapons. At this time, more than 20 members of the assault team had already climbed to the top of the slope, and within less than five seconds, they set up heavy machine guns on the top of the slope.

  The sound of gunfire like bursting beans mixed with the cries of Indian soldiers rose in the jungle, and at the same time, intense crossfire came from our left side. Someone shouted: "Enemies appeared on the left, probably a whole company!"

  Before the words had fallen, a rocket shell landed on the mountain slope to our right, blasting the heavy machine gun into the air, and the machine gunner and ammunition loader rolled down the mountain slope, leaving behind a long trail of blood. Several Indian soldiers who had just picked up their weapons stood in front of them, screaming and firing wildly at them. In the convulsions of their bodies, each of the two assault team members was hit by at least a hundred bullets, and they were shot into dozens of pieces, splashing blood all over the faces and bodies of those rookie soldiers. After they finished shooting the bullets in the magazine, they sat down on the ground like they had fainted, and immediately fell to the ground in a pool of blood after being hit by another round of bullets.

  "One of the assault troops yelled: 'There is also an enemy company on our right flank, we have entered the encirclement of the enemy ourselves!'"

  I kicked him hard and shouted, "What the hell are you panicking about? This is called a siege? At most, it's just a group of idiots who can't even keep watch while sleeping, letting us sneak up to their bedside."

  The highest commander of the assault team, Fang Xiang shouted: "Immediately disperse the formation, and engage in a melee with the enemy in units of classes, relying on the woods!"

  What is a melee? A melee is when there is no formation and no lines, the soldiers of both sides are turning around like headless flies on a battlefield with obstructed vision, killing the enemy when they encounter them, following their own people, this tactic is to fight for numbers, it is the technology and ability of single soldier combat, and what is being fought for is the blood and bravery of the soldiers.

  "With a heavy machine gun in my arms, I shouted loudly: 'The 7th squad follow me to break through their right flank!'"

  Everywhere in the woods were figures, everywhere there were flames unique to gunfire. Facing a chaotic battlefield and an Indian bastard hiding behind trees firing cold shots, what burst fire was all nonsense. I grasped the heavy machine gun with both hands, and in a loud roar, I swept the forest in front of me with a burst of fire.

  The heavy machine gun in my hand was a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun dismantled from an armored vehicle. Although it can't be compared to the high and flat dual-purpose heavy machine gun, within a distance of only 20-30 meters, continuous sweeping fire still penetrated large trees with trunks as thick as bowls. In the darkness, there were occasional cries of agony, and Long Sun Ting would throw over a hand grenade whenever he heard a sound.

  Indian soldiers also rose up to resist, we desperately fired at each other in the forest, bullets flew past one by one, hand grenade explosions kicked up mud again and again, the sky was like a sandstorm, I used up all my machine gun bullets in just two minutes, in the midst of crazy firing and dodging, I didn't know when I had lost contact with my squad, as soon as I picked up an assault rifle from the ground, I saw a soldier standing behind a big tree less than five meters away.

  I fired first, "click", the sound of the hammer striking an empty chamber came from my gun, and to my surprise, there was no bullet in the magazine. The Indian soldier's face still showed a terrified expression before breaking into a triumphant sneer. As I broke out in cold sweat, he pulled the trigger with all his might, "click", his gun also made a faint sound, and his magazine was also empty.

  At this moment, whoever thinks of replacing the magazine is the biggest fool. I and that Indian soldier simultaneously unfolded the bayonet folded at the muzzle, slightly bent our bodies, and stared fiercely at each other. Although everything in front of us was still a blur, we still opened our eyes wide, carefully observing every tiny movement of each other's body.

  From his standard military movements and calm demeanor, I could tell that my opponent was a seasoned veteran. We both slightly retracted our arms, with the bayonets at a 15-degree angle, pointing at each other's chest. The bayonet on the submachine gun was only over a foot long, this purely lethal instrument had two deep blood grooves, if the vital organs were stabbed, it would take only twenty minutes to die from bleeding.

  Wow!

  "Ah!"

  The two of us simultaneously took a step forward and thrust the bayonet on our submachine guns out, the two bayonets clashing in mid-air with a metallic screech. We quickly retreated back a step each, glaring fiercely at each other. Although stray bullets were flying wildly above our heads and a hand grenade exploded less than ten meters away from us, we didn't dare blink an eye - at this moment, the slightest relaxation would mean death!

  "Then!"

  The two bayonets clashed again, and the force was so great that the two precision-made steel bayonets snapped simultaneously. The Indian soldier dropped his rifle and pulled out a military sword, assuming a fencing stance. I looked at this lean and alert guy, who resembled a hunting leopard, and smiled: "You probably don't know why I always want to cross bayonets with you every time, but I've been waiting for the chance for you to pull out your sword."

  What I pulled out was not a military sword, but a handgun.

  That guy didn't fall to the ground until he was hit by three bullets, and at that moment his eyes were filled with anger. I hadn't even had time to catch my breath when suddenly three Indian soldiers appeared from the front, left, and right sides. I grabbed the corpse of the old soldier who refused to die and used it as a shield behind me. With no worries about what was behind me, I knelt down on one knee, my left hand tightly gripping my right wrist, maximizing stability. The Desert Eagle pistol's bullets had a power that could rival an AK-series assault rifle, and its recoil was also quite impressive. Normally, after firing each shot, you should lift your wrist to give it a buffer, but now I absolutely didn't have time for that!

  "Bang Bang Bang Bang"

  Four shots rang out, and I fired in rapid succession with a speed that could break the world record for quick draws. A tearing pain shot through my wrist, and at the same time, the enemy on my right raised his submachine gun and began to spray bullets wildly in my direction. I felt a dull ache in my back as the bullets hit me, but fortunately, I was wearing a bulletproof vest, or else I would have been riddled with holes like a punctured sugar cane.

  The soldier on the right had just finished a clip, I suddenly shook off the corpse on my body, and slammed the empty pistol at him with all my might. The several-pound pistol hit his abdomen, and the soldier involuntarily bent over to hold his stomach. I took advantage of the opportunity to rush forward frantically, and the military knife in my hand stabbed deeply into his chest.

  The soldier dropped his submachine gun and grabbed my neck with a death grip, his blood splashing onto my face. Although the blood stung my eyes, I kept them wide open, pulled out my military knife, and stabbed him again and again. The soldier's body convulsed, possibly due to the surge of power that came from facing death. His frail body suddenly emitted a strong compressive force, and his hands' strength increased, causing my eyes to turn black. I gritted my teeth and held my breath as I stabbed my knife into his chest again and again. Every time I stabbed him, his body would convulse. When I reached the eighth stab, his strength finally began to weaken.

  Looking at his increasingly scattered eyes, my heart also trembled repeatedly. Even if I was bold and fearless, I would have liked to throw away the military knife immediately and find a secluded place to vomit. I slowed down the stab, placing the military knife obliquely on his heart, the knife pierced through his two ribs into his heart, and his hands finally loosened.

  I picked up the pistol and also found an assault rifle. As I passed by the old soldier who had been shot to pieces, a large hand suddenly grabbed my ankle, causing me to fall backwards involuntarily. The old soldier, who was impossible to get up, climbed onto me and stared at me with wide eyes, raising the military knife that he had been holding in his hand all along. All seven orifices on his face were bleeding, and his body had been thoroughly battered, looking like a zombie.

  If it were someone with a slightly smaller temper, they would have been scared to the point of losing their ability to resist. I lifted my legs and clamped them around his neck, suddenly jerking my waist, and that old soldier's body, which weighed over 140 pounds, was thrown out five or six meters away by me. He crashed to the ground with fresh blood mixed with shattered internal organs flying out six or seven meters away.