Chapter 99: Iron Warrior
A wisp of morning sunlight, like the tender hand of a newborn baby, gently caresses the cheeks of forest dwellers. Through the broad leaves of subtropical trees, an irregular and narrow strip of light is formed on the forest floor. Dense shrubs are like a spread-out green pleated skirt, tightly wrapped around several tall trees.
Several birds with unutterable names alighted on the half-person-high shrubs, chirping happily. The leaves where the bird's claws grasped quivered gently, and the dewdrops slid slowly down along the veins of the leaves, sparkling with colorful spots in the morning light as they fell.
Far, far away, a few strands of thin water vapor rose slowly, spreading through the forest, bringing a unique earthy scent of subtropical rainforest, mixed with a few strands of unknown origin fishy smell.
The oil paint covered his face, and the mottled color of the specially made jungle combat uniform allowed him to blend in with the bushes.
Sniper 'Sharp Blade', holding the 85-style sniper rifle, appeared at the forefront of the team, crouching on the ground to carefully examine the traces. About 30 meters away from the entire team. Ye Yangjian led the assault team in a fan-shaped formation, each alert and about ten meters behind them, another sniper Liang Dakuan 'Venomous Snake' and observer Liu Hui 'Spectacled Snake'. Quietly observing the surroundings, a small bird landed on his head, preening its feathers. The firepower group's machine gunner Zhao Dawei 'Big Bear', holding a general-purpose machine gun, stayed under the tree as cover. Behind him, 'Xing Qi' tank sucked out a shotgun mouth and chewed on a straw from who-knows-where. Doing double cover with Big Bear.
It's been half a month since they entered the mountains. The initial tension and excitement of executing their mission have gradually dissipated, making this task feel somewhat like routine training for Wolf Squad. Climbing mountains, lurking, surviving in the wilderness... except for the live ammunition in their hands, it's really no different from their usual training.
The order is somewhat vague. The K3 area is so large that a small team can basically get lost if they scatter in. Searching for equidistant lines on the map is not accurate in the mountains. A one-hour journey on the map may take Ye Jian and others half a day to walk. Everything depends on the temporary decision-making ability of the team.
In addition, the countless snakes, insects and ants in the tropical rainforest also caused a lot of trouble for the team. The cicadas on the trees alone made the team members frequently donate blood for free. These annoying little things generally crawl on leaves in groups, waiting for people and animals to pass by, and when they sense the carbon dioxide emitted by warm-blooded individuals, they fall from the trees like beans, greedily sucking up fresh blood.
"Damn it!" Hou Kui 'AK' cut off a blood-sucking leech from his calf with a knife, muttered a curse under his breath. He casually threw the still-wriggling leech into his mouth and chewed vigorously... Rule number one of jungle law: never waste any food!
Yesterday afternoon, in their own war readiness zone, the wolf team discovered two teams of blurry human footprints and launched a pursuit.
Two knocks came from the earpiece, and Ye Yangjian nodded towards the direction of the dagger, indicating that he had received it. He stretched out two fingers to make a gesture.
"Vanguard calling Baron..." The sharp voice without emotion came from the earpiece of the personal radio, directed at everyone. 'Baron' was the codename for Yoruhi Kengo.
"A set of tracks has been confirmed, which are footprints left by our military boots. The number of people in the team is approximately ten, and from the surface, it may be other combat teams passing through our defense zone."
"But I still think there's a problem, we absolutely won't wear new boots when entering the mountain, new combat boots are not good to wear and will cause blisters. The heel of these footprints shows obvious signs of wear, which doesn't match our army's normal combat boot wear habits. It should be our target!"
"Another set of footprints was destroyed and could not be identified, but judging from the depth and size, they were very heavy and bulky, or carrying heavy supplies. Were they being pursued?"
He reached up and pressed the transmit button on the radio headset around his neck.
