Chapter 49

  A loud noise echoed through the mountains. A burst of blood splattered onto Shao Hui's right cheek. He instinctively turned his head to look. Kong Huang Tian was covered in blood from head to toe, his upper body torn open, revealing white bones and intestines. Yet he still maintained a running posture. Less than three seconds later, his legs gave out, and he fell forward onto the edge of the mountain top. The ground was instantly stained red. Yin Mo, on the left, saw Kong Huang Tian fall and slammed on the brakes, but the icy snow caused him to slip. He steadied himself with one hand and ran towards them. Shao Hui kicked him down the slope and then picked up Kong Huang Tian, who had lost all human form, and frantically ran down the mountain. As he passed Yin Mo, he shouted: "Find a place to hide! There's a sniper!" Yin Mo gritted his teeth, got up, and followed Shao Hui, evading the sniper's pursuit. At this time, the sound of gunfire echoed through the mountainside, like the crackling of beans in a hot wok. Soon, they discovered that the danger was not just from the sniper.

  They were met with a group of enemies holding rifles, firing frantically at the foot of the mountain while taking cover behind rocks. Shao Hui understood that Wu Yan and Jian Bin had engaged the enemy first. Some positions where the enemy was located already showed red marks. "Damn it!" The usually taciturn Yin Mo suddenly fell to the snowy ground, his body sliding down rapidly as he picked up his rifle and fired continuously, shooting in short bursts. The 23 armed men were caught off guard, their formation in disarray, unable to respond effectively. The bullets pierced through their bodies like beams of light, splashing blood everywhere. The remaining bullets hit the surrounding rocks, shaking off large piles of snow that buried the evil souls. Yin Mo's face was twisted, like a wounded beast, leaving a trail of death wherever he went. One armed man was buried in the snow, and as he dug himself out, gasping for air, Yin Mo saw him and used his momentum to run towards him. He pulled out his dagger from his waist and rushed forward. The man had just cleared the snow from his face when he saw a red-eyed beast charging towards him. Before he could react, Yin Mo was already upon him, without any hesitation. The dagger plunged into the enemy's throat with great force, and Yin Mo jerked it upwards, the blade piercing through the entire neck, bringing out a bloody piece of flesh. Yin Mo wiped the blood off his dagger with his clothes and sheathed it, continuing to run forward. In less than two minutes, all 23 armed men had turned into cold corpses, staining half the mountain slope red with their blood.

  The first triangular arrowhead within the scope of view was steadily aiming at a head. Zuo Ming endured his patience and did not pull the trigger. He wanted to wait until all the opponents entered the circle before taking action. Mountain warfare must emphasize encirclement, outflanking, and surprise attack tactics. Although the team members were fewer in number, these tactics were used quite comprehensively. At this moment, another sniper, Zhao Zhenghao, began to feel anxious in his heart. This emotion was the archenemy of snipers. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and continued to search for tonight's biggest opponent with somewhat stiff eyes. The radio broadcasted Zuo Ming's report that the group on the back mountain had already crawled to the top of the mountain, ready to shoot. Should they open fire? Zhao Zhenghao swallowed his saliva. He was at the highest point and could see the clearest. Those twenty-three armed men who had died earlier were just cannon fodder for tonight's battle. And now, those twenty well-trained people on the mountain top, if he wasn't mistaken, were the Ghost Shadow Squad from that night. Enemies meeting each other made their eyes red with anger. He had a mind to start this curved knife fight against the Ghost Shadows. But once it started, that unknown sniper would be a bloodthirsty ghost wandering around, revealing his trail at any time and taking away one person. Kong Huangtian was a bloody example.

  Bang! A gunshot rang out from the top of the mountain. All eyes instantly turned towards it.

  Listen up. First of all, I have great admiration for your courage and combat skills. Someone on the mountain top has started shouting slogans. The speech is slow but the voice is extremely loud. However, you made a wrong decision. The consequences of this mistake are very serious. It directly affects the lives of you and these five hostages.

  "Fart! There are four hostages." Left Ming angrily scolded.

  "What did he say?" Liu Junhao asked, leaning over beside him.

  He said there were five hostages. Zuo Ming looked at the sniper scope and replied.

  Fart. His math teacher died early. Liu Junhao scolded.

  I can put the past aside. Our goal is money, not to fight you. As long as you put down your weapons and hand over the money, I guarantee that you will be able to leave safely. Otherwise, you and these five hostages must die here. The people on the mountain continue their psychological warfare.

  The sound echoed through the mountains. After a long time, a faint echo could still be heard. Until it was completely quiet. Still, no one appeared.

  Since we are all soldiers, on the battlefield, we should meet with a soldier's identity. Is shrinking your head and tail the style of your Chinese troops? The mountain top paused for a moment, finding that these words were still ineffective. He casually grabbed a hostage, an AK-47 rifle fiercely pressed against the hostage's chin. If a bullet is shot out like this, the hostage's head will definitely be blown open. I'll give you one last chance. Count to three, and if you don't put down your guns and walk out, I'll start killing hostages until they're all dead.

  Zhao Zhenhao was shocked in his heart. Several lives were nothing to these people. This must not be a threat. He stopped searching, turned the muzzle and aimed at the top of the mountain. And quickly said into the radio: "Zuo Ming, you are responsible for getting rid of this person. After shooting, immediately move your position."

  Received. Zuo Ming replied, maintaining his shooting stance. He moved his body and gun to a 75-degree angle. Steadily overlapping the triangular arrowhead on the opponent's head. At this moment, he was the god of life dominating the opponent's fate. If necessary, he could take away the opponent's life at any time.

  The opponent has already called out the second number. This means that if the team members do not take action, this hostage's life will be left with only one short second.

  You won, I'm out. Wu Yan suddenly walked out from behind a rock and stood in a conspicuous position at the farthest end. This unexpected change instantly disrupted Zhao Zhenghao's plan. He hastily asked: "Wu Yan, what do you want to do? Hurry back." Wu Yan smiled lightly: "It's too late, old squad leader. The sniper has already locked onto me. If I'm still alive, we're still brothers. If I die, in the next life, I'll still be your soldier."

  "What the hell are you talking about? Get out of here!" Zhao Zhenghao suppressed his inner anxiety and cursed loudly.

  Very good. Now raise your guns above your heads and slowly walk up the mountain. The people at the top of the mountain shouted loudly.

  Wu Yan, don't go. I can take care of the people upstairs. You go back. Zuo Ming's gun was still aimed at the top of the mountain. His anxiety in his heart was no less than Zhao Zhenghao's.

  It's useless. They have hostages in their hands at a high place. The two snipers can't handle it. As soon as you fire, they will definitely kill the hostages. If that happens, then the four people would be killed by us. Wu Yan muttered to himself while walking, seemingly taking a leisurely stroll and talking to himself.

  I'll repeat it again. Raise your guns above your heads. The mountain shouted again. Wu Yan looked up and took a look, sneered, and continued to walk upwards.

  When I was a kid, I often followed my dad to the mountains to hunt. My dad told me that as a hunter, if you encounter a pack of wolves in the mountains, never turn around and run away. Either climb up a tree and shoot, or charge forward and fight them off. Only then can you have hope for survival. Even if you die, it won't shame the title of hunter. Now this pack of wolves is perched on the trees, staring at us with intent to pounce. If we want more people to survive, someone must climb up the tree to disrupt them. Wu Yan jumped onto a boulder, from where he could see one corner of the mountain top. He locked eyes with the mercenaries holding hostages, his chest heaving like a bellows. Shao Hui whispered something into the radio, and the team members below began quietly closing in on the encirclement.

  If I don't come back, tell my dad that I didn't let him down. His son went hunting with a pack of wolves. Wu Yan said and jumped off the rock. Three steps merged into two as he reached the top of the mountain. Standing alone in front of the Ghost Shadow Troop.

  In a corner of the nearby mountain slope, a black gun barrel followed Wu Yan's footsteps all the way to the top of the mountain. It wasn't until he stood on it that it slowly moved away, continuing to focus on the mountainside. Suddenly, he felt something was off around him. Hurriedly turning his head back, an icy hand covered his mouth. A flash of cold light, a dagger directly stabbed into his neck and twisted half a circle before being pulled out. With his last glance, he saw a face with a apologetic smile. A gurgling sound, the wound on his neck began to spurt large amounts of dark red blood. Shao Hui gently loosened his grip, wiped the dagger in the snow and put it back into his waistband. Then, carefully helped him cover up with camouflage netting, as if taking care of a patient. When the white camouflage net covered the dark red snow, it seemed like no killing had taken place here at all. There was only piles and piles of pristine snow.