Chapter Thirteen: Breaking Out of the Heavy Encirclement for the Third Time

  At 3:30 in the morning, Jin Hwang and his team followed Geng Guohui's marks to the outside of the wooden house, where they soon discovered the bodies of mercenaries in the thicket.

  Cheng Xiaopeng examined all the bodies, "Leopard, the gun battle took place five hours ago. They were hit by 95-type assault rifle bullets. It's certain that they exchanged fire with Leng Jian and Ye Ying. The ratio was 9 to 2, the situation was extremely brutal."

  "Go take a look inside the wooden house." Jin Huan gave a low command: "Be careful to hide." Cheng Xiaopeng responded and went.

  Xu Mingliang quickly searched the surrounding woods and exclaimed, "Strange, there are signs that 3 people walked northwest, how can it be 3 people? Why didn't Cold Arrow leave a mark here?"

  Jin Huang furrowed his brow, and Cheng Xiaopeng, who had already entered the wooden hut, rushed to the door and poked his head out, calling out in a low voice, "Hunting leopard, come see!" His voice was trembling with suppressed sobs.

  In the wooden house, Geng Guohui lay calmly on the ground.

  In an instant, a chill ran through Jin Huang's chest, his fingers trembling slightly. In his life, he had never been so frightened, that fear almost crushing his heart.

  Geng Guohui had followed him through thick and thin for many years, with how high combat power and how rich combat experience, no one knew better than Jin Huan. But now, he actually sacrificed! What on earth did they encounter?

  However, the loss of composure was only for a moment. Soon, Jin Huan took a deep breath, and the humid air filled with blood quickly filled his chest cavity. His eyes were deeply calm and quiet.

  It's not time to panic yet. It must be determined whether, apart from the nine mercenaries who died in the woods, there are any other enemies pursuing Lin Ruolan and her party as they flee.

  "Mark this location on the map, and send someone to collect the martyr's remains after we return home!" Jin Hao gave orders to Cheng Xiaopeng. He took off his helmet and stood still for a moment in front of Geng Guohui's body, then turned around and walked out of the wooden house with big strides. Xu Mingliang took out his sleeping bag from his backpack, carefully placed the remains inside, and zipped it up.

  After leaving the wooden house, Xu Mingliang tightly closed the door. Jin Huan carefully examined the traces left by Lin Ruolan and his party, and found a quarter of a muddy shoe print on a fallen leaf, which was left by an American jungle combat boot. The shoe print pointed directly northwest, he stretched out his hand to gently touch the shoe print, and the mud was still wet. He suddenly stood up, "Quick! There are pursuers behind them!"

  Cheng Xiaopeng and Xu Mingliang followed closely behind Jin Huang, sprinting at top speed. The waist-high bushes were no longer a detour, but a hurdle to be cleared in one leap. In his heart, Jin Huang kept telling himself: "Faster, just a bit faster! Even if I die from exhaustion, it's worth it! Every minute counts, and every second Lan'er is safer."

  In the grass, a small insect was chirping "zhi zhi jiu jiu", and the stars in the sky were twinkling their eyes at Lin Ruolan who was stumbling and Yang Xinxin who was panting and leaning on Mr. Ma Ke. The wilderness was very quiet, and the sound of staggering footsteps echoed far away in the night.

  Hold on, hold on! Lin Ruolan was desperately cheering herself up. This night she had fallen dozens of times, her hands, elbows and knees were battered and bruised, but she still mechanically moved forward.

  Her face was pale, her whole body ached, and her legs were numb as if they didn't belong to her. Every breath she took felt like a needle stabbing her lungs. Tears welled up in her eyes but refused to fall. She glanced at her watch - 5:30 AM. Her heart was racing, her legs felt heavy as lead, and her calf muscles throbbed with pain. Looking over at Yang Xinxin, who didn't look much better herself, pale-faced and unsteady on her feet. "Let's...let's take a break," Lin Ruo Lan said, grasping onto a large tree trunk, bending over and dry-heaving uncontrollably.

  "We can't stop, once we stop, we won't be able to move again. Let's walk for a while and then run." Yang Xinxin looked at Mr. Mark's pale face and finally slowed down the pace, taking out a machete to cut two relatively straight tree trunks, handing one each to Mr. Mark and Lin Ruolan, "Lean on it, it'll save some energy when walking."

  Mr. Ma finally couldn't hold on, sat down under the tree and refused to move. Yang Xinxin looked at him coldly with a gloomy face, "You've already caused us to sacrifice one soldier, what else do you want? If you want to die, it's simple, I'll shoot your head right now and you'll get what you wish!"

  Mr. Ma heard her say something he didn't understand, but looking at her face as cold as if she could freeze to death, he knew what she said wasn't pleasant and involuntarily shrank back a little.

  Lin Ruo Lan hastily pressed down Yang Xin Xin's hand that was reaching for the gun holster, and forcibly pulled her to one side, saying in a low voice: "Don't do this, Geng Guo Hui used his own life to save him, not so you could shoot him dead with one bullet. We are soldiers, we have our own mission, we can't kill people rashly just because of grief!"

  Yang Xinxin was stunned, as if the pain of losing her comrades had made Lin Ruolan mature overnight. "You rest for half an hour, I'll keep watch." She walked to a nearby thicket and sat down, taking out spare ammunition from her backpack to fill the magazine. The assault rifle still had two full magazines left, while the micro-submachine gun only had two 100-round drums remaining.

  Since Geng Guohui's sacrifice, she has been in a state of frenzy, wanting to go crazy and take revenge, but also wanting to punch herself hard. It's not that Geng Guohui's sacrifice was because of Mr. Ma Ke, but rather because of her. However, she also understands that under the drive of such emotions, they have no possibility of leaving this forest, and Geng Guohui would really die in vain. "Thank you for reminding me!" After a few minutes of silence, she suddenly thanked Lin Ruolan sincerely.

  Yang Xinxin took out the map, but suddenly discovered that she had made a fatal mistake. Under the huge blow of Geng Guohui's sacrifice, she had forgotten to leave marks along the way and also forgot to repeat her steps. She immediately took out the GPS to try to locate herself, but the GPS didn't have any signal. With a panicked face, she looked at Lin Ruolan, "We...we're lost, I forgot to mark our route."

  "21,260 steps." Lin Ruolan took out the compass from her backpack, pointed it northwest, calculated the dense position according to the number of steps, and fixed the sight door and aiming star.

  Yang Xinxin looked at her skilled operation and asked strangely: "Have you been counting steps all along?"

  "I have a poor sense of direction and I'm most afraid of getting lost, so I've been counting all along." Lin Ruolan quickly found her location on the map and handed it to Yang Xinxin. "Look, we are here now."

  "Thank goodness, fortunately you're here." Yang Xinxin took over the map and calculated the distance according to it. "We still have about 60 kilometers of mountain road to walk, but the terrain is very undulating here. The 60 kilometers marked on the map will actually be more than double in reality." As she spoke, she found a large tree and drew a triangular symbol at its base.

  Lin Ruo Lan sat on the grass, punching her numb and swollen legs. She bumped her feet together, but there was no feeling. Her swollen feet had filled up her large military boots. After sitting for less than five minutes, a strong drowsiness surged up. She forced herself to slap her cheeks and shake her head, immediately feeling dizzy and extremely uncomfortable.

  "Oh God, you look terrible, must be low blood sugar, eat something quickly." Mr. Mark helped her take out high-calorie energy bars and water from her backpack.

  Lin Ruo Lan took a big gulp of water, the icy liquid slowly flowing down her throat and into her stomach, moistening her parched body. She felt a bit more alert. She really didn't have an appetite, but she also knew that this wouldn't do, so she wrinkled her brow and put the compressed biscuits into her mouth.

  Yang Xinxin only then thought to observe the surroundings, this small path between the woods on both sides of the trees protruding, her line of sight was completely blocked, and she couldn't see anything at all. A gust of wind blew by, and the wild grass swayed neatly in the wind. She lay in the bushes, using binoculars to search the meadow.

  Suddenly she found that 500 meters ahead, the grass was not swaying from the roots, but was shaking at the waist. The grass thicket was plowed open with a seam, and the leaves were violently shaking. "There's an ambush!" She cried out in a low voice, "Whoosh" and jumped up, pulling Mr. Ma and Lin Ruo Lan into the waist-deep grass thicket.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat!" Accompanied by the muffled sound of M0E3's light machine gun, a string of bullets swept away the tall grass behind the three people. The pursuers had arrived! Yang Xinxin suddenly turned around and fired while running, falling to the ground.

  A machine gunner wearing an M-country special warfare uniform, holding a machine gun that spits fire, covering five special soldiers rushing into the grass.

  "Freeze!" Yang Xinxin rolled sideways to shift positions, bullets whizzing over her head, unable to aim, she raised her submachine gun, closed her eyes and fired off a full clip, the machine gun fell silent.

  Put on the last drum, taking advantage of the sparse gunfire from the opposite side, Yang Xinxin shouted to Lin Ruolan, "Run! Run fast! We have no bullets!"

  "Quick march!" Lin Ruolan pulled Mr. Mark, bending his waist and rushing into the dense forest, Yang Xinxin swept wildly behind them.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat" Four scarl assault rifles formed a crossfire, chasing Yang Xinxin all the way, shooting and making the sand fly and the stones move. The dense bullets swept the small trees at the edge of the forest into bare sticks, one after another.

  Yang Xinxin's submachine gun fired its last bullet, she threw the gun to the ground and took down an assault rifle from her back, sweeping and shooting while running non-stop.

  "Leopard, eleven o'clock direction, gunfire!" Xu Mingliang shouted loudly as he was running.

  "Quick!" Jin Hao rushed towards the direction of the gunshot like an arrow, he had already made out that amidst the dense gunfire was the unique sound of a 95 assault rifle, it must be Yang Xinxin!

  Lin Ruo Lan was desperately holding onto Mr. Mark, running wildly through the forest, when suddenly the trees in front of her became sparse, and a narrow stream over a meter wide appeared before them. As they were at a loss for what to do, Mr. Mark dragged Lin Ruo Lan into the stream without hesitation. The icy water made her shiver, and she struggled to wade through the rocky riverbed with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The gunfire behind them seemed to have stopped suddenly, but neither of them dared to look back. They continued to run forward after crossing the stream and climbing up the opposite bank.

  The lieutenant of the military patrol squad pushed away the muzzle of his sniper's rifle, which had already taken aim. "There's a minefield ahead, they can't escape."

  The sniper laughed: "There are two women, we'll take them alive."

  Yang Xinxin disassembled the assault rifle that had run out of bullets and put it in her backpack, it was Geng Guohui's gun, she couldn't bear to throw it away. She took out the 92-style pistol that had also run out of bullets, let out a sigh, turned around and looked back, the pursuers behind her suddenly disappeared.

  The three of them slowed down gradually, they didn't have much strength left to keep running continuously. Lin Ruolan panted heavily and stretched out her hand to Yang Xinxin, "Give me a grenade."

  "What's wrong?" Yang Xinxin looked at her in surprise.

  "I don't want to fall into their hands, give it to me!"

  Yang Xinxin hesitated, she was very aware of the consequences of a woman falling into enemy hands. She gritted her teeth and pulled out a hand grenade from her backpack, holding it in her hand but refusing to give it to Lin Ruolan. "You promise me, you absolutely cannot pull the pin unless there's no other choice."

  "I know, I haven't lived enough yet." Lin Ruolan smiled faintly and forcibly pried the grenade out of Yang Xinxin's palm. Her face was covered with dust and dirt, but Yang Xinxin suddenly felt that she had never looked as beautiful as she did at this moment.

  The patrol team's figures appeared and disappeared, Jin Huan and they were getting closer and closer. The captain seemed to be blinded by the victory in front of him, completely unaware of the Chinese special forces quietly approaching behind him.

  Jin Hao moved stealthily towards the opposite forest, with Cheng Xiaopeng and Xu Mingliang spreading out on either side of him, guns at the ready to cover both flanks. The three men soon crept up behind the patrol team, 600 meters away, Jin Hao's G3SG1 rifle already shouldered and aimed.

  The sniper was chuckling and said, "We haven't touched a woman in a long time..." A high-speed spinning bullet flew over and "popped" into the back of his brain, shutting him up forever.

  "Take cover!" the captain yelled, diving backward and firing.

  "Charge! Quick battle, quick decision!" With Jin Huan's loud shout, Xu Mingliang flashed out. "Bang, bang!" Two gunshots rang out, and the enemy demolition expert who was about to throw explosives at Jin Huan was knocked to the ground by the shockwave.

  The enemy who had just reacted turned the muzzle to Xu Mingliang, and before his finger could touch the trigger, he was knocked down by Cheng Xiaopeng's long burst of accurate fire.

  The captain and another commando "rattled" back, alternating cover to retreat into the dense forest. Xu Mingliang and Cheng Xiaopeng dodged the first wave of bullets. The captain single-handedly held an automatic rifle and made a desperate leap behind a tree. "Bang", his G3SG fired, his body jumped up in mid-air and fell to the ground with a "slap" sound, brain matter splashing onto the trunk.

  The last enemy assault trooper stood up with his assault rifle and shouted "Yah yah" as he fired continuously.

  "Damn it! Idiot!" Cheng Xiaopeng cursed under his breath as he fired a long burst, and the enemy soldier fell backwards with a crash.

  Three people stood up and shot a bullet into the head of each corpse. Xu Mingliang picked up the enemy patrol team's weapons that were thrown on the ground, checked them, and put them on his back. Jin Huan had already found the triangular mark left by Yang Xinxin: "They just left, let's chase after them!"