Chapter 49

  One of them was motionless on the spot, and the other seemed to have been blown off one leg. There were heart-wrenching screams everywhere. The one holding onto the severed leg kept panting heavily, shouting: "Save me, save me... I don't want to die, please save me..."

  The blood on his leg kept flowing out, and the special forces soldiers next to him were shocked by this scene, and for a while they didn't know what to do.

  "Save him, save him!" Yuan Shuai looked at them and shouted loudly.

  When they heard Yuan Shuai's roar, these young special forces members came back to their senses. Two team members quickly ran over, but when they reached his side, they were at a loss and didn't know where to start rescuing him from the bloody scene. This bloody scene made them forget everything they had trained for in peacetime.

  "Put his upper body flat and lift up the broken legs." Yuan Shuai looked at the two of them, standing there in a daze, loudly reminding them what to do.

  When Yuan Shuai gave them a hint, the two of them came back to their senses and knew what to do. They laid his body flat and raised his broken leg. They made a rope with bandages and tightly tied it one inch above the break. After this treatment, the bleeding slowed down significantly. Then they took out painkillers from the first-aid kit and helped him take them, knowing that at this time, the painkillers were of little use. But for now, they didn't have a better solution.

  In the face of this invisible danger, those warriors who had never experienced such a scene began to panic, and their slow panic turned into chaos. Accompanied by hysterical screams and frantic gunfire. General Yuan wanted to stop them, but he knew that at this time, stopping them was useless, it's better to let them vent out. These well-trained special forces elites were also surprisingly panicked in the face of this intangible danger.

  Li Nan saw all this and knew that if they continued like this, they would be at a disadvantage. But there was no good solution, so he could only speak to Yuan Shuai through the microphone: "Captain, this won't work, it's like a reed marsh here, we're in the open while they're hidden, we'll definitely be at a loss."

  "I know this too, I'm also thinking of a way." Yuan Shuai replied.

  At this time, a curved knife suddenly stabbed out from behind Yuan Shuai's back, pointing directly at his back. At this moment, Yuan Shuai was highly vigilant, and even the slightest movement of the wind could not escape his senses. Just as the knife tip was about to stab his back, he quickly turned around and used his bayonet to block the curved knife. With one kick, he kicked the bandit's groin, and the bandit fell to the ground, groaning nonstop. Yuan Shuai then stabbed the bandit in the throat with his bayonet. At the same time, he picked up the curved knife and looked at it for a moment. He also glanced at the withered reeds. Suddenly, he thought of something.

  "He excitedly said into the microphone: 'Li Nan, use the knife in your hand to cut out a piece of empty space. Hurry up, everyone will take turns cutting, but you must be quick.'"

  Li Nan responded with a sound, took the knife and quickly cut it up. Although he didn't know what Yuan Shuai was going to do, he knew that every time at the critical moment, he could always think of some way to do it.

  Yuan Shuai cut a bit and then handed the knife to his comrade beside him, telling him to cut. Everyone took turns cutting. Soon they cleared out a large empty space.

  Yuan Shuai took a look and thought it was about right, then ordered: "Everyone get down in the water, I'm going to set fire to Red Cliffs!"

  As soon as Yuan Shuai said this, Li Nan knew his plan and thought it was a good idea.

  Yuan Shuai also said in English and asked them to lie down in the water.

  He took out a waterproof match and lit the withered reeds, which quickly burst into a fierce flame.

  The withered reeds burned more and more fiercely, turning the entire reed marsh into a sea of flames. The sound of the reeds crackling and exploding came in waves, occasionally mixed with the bandits' cries of despair.

  Yuan Shuai ordered everyone to follow the direction of the fire and go wherever it burned.

  Yuan Shuai knew that the bandits would also dive into the water to escape the fire. Following from behind, even if there were bandits hiding in the water, they could be eliminated or captured.

  Everyone was convinced by Yuan Shuai's meticulous thinking. Even those Pakistani special forces officers with rich combat experience secretly admired this young Chinese special forces officer's wisdom and resourcefulness. A Pakistani captain even said that this guy is simply a genius battlefield commander.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected. Along the way, many "devout troops" hid in the water to avoid the big fire, but they still couldn't escape their search.

  But for those Chinese special forces who have never been on a battlefield and have never killed anyone, the greatest test is to kill.

  Of course, what I'm saying doesn't mean that killing is a great thing. On the contrary, I think life is extremely precious. Just like when a journalist interviewed me and asked if people who have experienced hand-to-hand combat are somewhat abnormal in their minds. Honestly, when he said this, I really wanted to beat him up badly. But I still politely told him that if there's another chance to meet terrorists, I'll ask you to persuade them. Before the knife cuts your throat, before the bullet shoots through your chest, you have time to persuade them. And your current peaceful life is also exchanged for by countless people who have shed blood and sacrificed their lives. That day, he still wanted to continue interviewing me, and I told him that when you ask me such questions, I feel like killing you. Damn it, so many comrades died beside me, and yet they say they are abnormal. I don't know how I endured it that day. Normally, not beating him up would be strange; in my heart, insulting me is okay, but absolutely not those sacrificed comrades. After that, I've always wanted to see that journalist again, but never had the chance.

  But I digress, because as I write this, I suddenly thought of that journalist.

  There was a soldier named Zhao Jie, who when facing a bandit lying in the water, didn't dare to fire his gun. Even when the bandit saw him and charged towards him with a curved knife, he still trembled with fear and didn't dare to shoot. Not far away, Li Nan shouted loudly, "Fire your gun! Fire!" But Zhao Jie's hands holding the gun shook uncontrollably, his breathing became more rapid, and even his finger on the trigger was stiffened. Just as the bandit's knife was about to strike him, Li Nan rushed over quickly, wrapped his left arm around Zhao Jie's head, and with his right hand, he slit the bandit's throat with a dagger. A stream of bright red blood splattered onto Zhao Jie's face, causing him to tremble uncontrollably, gasping for air like an ox, and shouting loudly. Actually, Li Nan could have used his gun, but he knew that for this kind of soldier, this experience, this bloody baptism was something he had to go through.