The First Volume Chapter Thirty-Two The Last Squad 1

  Putting aside some excitement, Chen Yang and others set out again, but the gap between reality and imagination became more apparent. According to the map, the river and the camp were only 38 kilometers apart in a straight line, but in reality, the soldiers had to walk much farther than that to get there.

  What made them even more helpless was the enemy's sniper, for some reason, Group C did not play their role at all. The soldiers would inexplicably fall under the sniper's attack, and gradually, not only could the soldiers' psychology no longer bear it, but also fewer and fewer comrades were left. In the end, some soldiers even prayed that the sniper's bullets would fly towards themselves, so that everything would be over.

  When Chen Yang and Sun Erpao, exhausted, arrived at the riverbank, the sky had already darkened. Besides them were two other soldiers; apart from this, there was no one else around. From a practical combat perspective, the training team had already failed: thirty-two team members had circled out of the big mountain, losing twenty-eight people in the process, while the enemy seemed to have lost none at all - and what's more frightening was that the enemy was nowhere to be seen.

  Four people stared blankly at the river water, not a single word was spoken. It's clear that this river is not very deep, but it's extremely obvious that this river is very wide. Under the sniper's watchful eyes, wanting to cross the river unscathed now seems like just a dream.

  Sun Erpao gritted his teeth: "The three of us will surround Chen Yang in the middle and cross the river."

  Chen Yang shook his head with a bitter smile: "No way, this river is too wide, the enemy snipers have enough time to fire dozens of shots. Let alone just the four of us, even if there were more people, we'd still be nothing but targets while crossing the river."

  The other two warriors didn't say a word, but judging from their expressions, they obviously agreed with Chen Yang. Sun Erpao was somewhat impatient: "What to do then?" "Cool down." Chen Yang gave Sun Erpao a white eye and turned back to the other two warriors: "Now there are only four of us left, let's think about how to cross the river."

  "What else can we do, let's wait till night falls, and sneak past when it's dark."

  Chen Yang looked at him and said that the person who spoke was called Lin Lie Feng. Along the way, the remaining four people knew each other's names although they were not very familiar with each other. Chen Yang did not speak and looked at another soldier whose name was Lu Xiguan, a Hangzhou native. However, this person had spoken very little along the way, almost like a mute. Indeed, Lu Xiguan nodded slightly, indicating his agreement with Lin Lie Feng's proposal.

  After some thought, it seemed there was no better way, so the few people quieted down and took a rest. They rested for less than two hours when the sky had completely darkened, except for the silver-white river in front of them, all that could be seen were mountains like monsters, and when the wind blew that night, the swaying branches of the trees rustled, as if several figures in light yellow camouflage could rush out from the darkness at any time.

  It's time, the sky is just dark and the moonlight has not risen, it's a good opportunity to cross the river. However, Chen Yang was surprised to find that Lin Lie Feng was nowhere to be found. The three of them searched around separately but couldn't find him. Just as they were scratching their heads in confusion, Lin Lie Feng appeared, and surprisingly, he brought Virus with him!

  Chen Yang's surprise was soon dispersed by the news brought by the virus, Group C had only him left, and what was even more unbearable was that they were not killed by the sniper's gun, but by two other special soldiers. Moreover, the virus tried to snipe them but failed, firing three shots in total, with none of them hitting their target.

  Everyone's mood became extremely depressed, and no one spoke. Sun Erpao was anxious: "Look at you guys, it's not a big deal to fight with them!" Chen Yang smiled bitterly, fighting, what can they fight with? The virus's marksmanship doesn't need to be said, but he didn't hit three shots, the opponent must have a deep understanding of sniping and counter-sniping. Although he wasn't clear about Lu Xiguan and Lin Liefeng's marksmanship, Chen Yang knew that his and Sun Erpao's marksmanship were simply no match...

  Looking at the extremely low morale, the virus laughed, revealing a row of white teeth in the darkness. He was different from Sun Erpao and others, he was a man with blood on both hands. With a smile, he looked at Chen Yang and Sun Erpao, saying: "Youngsters, you two were quite arrogant, what's wrong now? Have you become cowardly?"

  Sun Erpao's eyes immediately stood up: "Fart! Who said that!" The virus didn't care about him, and continued to smile at Chen Yang, but the ridicule in his eyes was evident. Chen Yang's eyes also gradually stood up, because the virus's hand was making a gesture, a gesture known to people all over the world, he was despising Chen Yang!

  Even a clay man has three points of earthly nature, let alone Chen Yang who is above the top. Since participating in this selection, until the trial training, he has been deliberately suppressing his temper, because he doesn't want to go back to the regiment to feed pigs again. But once someone really provokes him, he will not be polite.

  He raised an eyebrow, and Chen Yang said coldly, "What do you mean? Want to fight? Do you want me to use only one hand?" The virus was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Use only one hand? You really dare to say that. I like your personality now, but I'm a bit curious, why can you be so arrogant with me, while thinking of those people is like being struck by frost?"

  Chen Yang's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

  The virus sneered and stood up, stretching out an index finger, as if counting, pointing at several people one by one: "You, you, you... look at yourselves, now that I see you, I think of the movies I watched when I was a kid, where the fake army was being chased by the Liberation Army, they looked almost like you." Chen Yang's sword-like eyebrows stood on end, his brow twitching violently. Sun Erpao got angry, rolled up his sleeves and was about to punch someone.

  "Fart!" A hoarse and awkward voice rang out, followed by a slender figure standing among the crowd. Chen Yang's eyebrows involuntarily rose, it was Lu Xiguan, but he still didn't say much, after uttering two words, he coldly stared at the virus.

  Sun Erpao pushed away the sleeves and pulled Lu Xiguan, Chen Yang said: "Virus, I understand what you mean, although you are out of kindness to stimulate the general, but don't forget, you're not much better than us..."

  The virus laughed: "I took down an enemy."

  Everyone held their breath, and one enemy was eliminated! From the start of the exercise until now, this seems to be the only surprising news. But then the virus's words ignited the anger of these surprised soldiers. The virus said: "I advise you to turn back now, remember to raise your white flag. Anyway, if you go forward, what awaits you is just a rubber bullet. Besides, you don't need to look at me with such eyes. Actually, it's not your fault, but Hei's brain has problems. If he chose to let me deliver the intelligence, the mission would have been completed successfully by now..."

  Sun Erpao's face turned red, while Chen Yang was very direct, and with a "pa" sound, he grabbed the virus's collar. In a somewhat cold tone, he said: "You dare to say it again." The virus looked down at Chen Yang's hand grasping his chest and said: "Take it away."

  But what responded was an old fist.