Chapter Thirty-Four

  Fei is the flying of a flying knife, dao is the knife of a flying knife.

  Why is there a flying knife project in our training? I think that's how we can achieve silent medium-range sniping even without suppressed weapons!

  Especially when using flying knives around those who are extremely sensitive to gunfire, the effect is absolutely better than using a silencer pistol.

  So I and Kuangming brother and Jiang Kuan that grandson and another two brothers quietly crept towards the surrounding of those construction machinery.

  One hit kill is not a difficult task for us, especially when the intersection time of that searchlight is as long as 35 seconds. Such a long time is enough for us to chop those little ones into filling!

  The difficulty lies in the military caps on those little brats' heads, we need to quickly snatch them off and then hastily put them on ourselves before continuing with what those little brats were doing just now.

  Otherwise, others will see that the few kids who were just refueling suddenly disappeared in an instant, and even a fool would know that something is wrong. By then, the alarm will have been sounded to high heaven.

  In order to dress up quickly after stripping, we brothers who play Little Li Flying Dagger came up with a Guangdong military officer's anti-Japanese war raid style - going commando!

  I dare say that we five created a record for fighting in the lowest temperature in the history of warfare with our bare buttocks!

  During the Soviet Patriotic War, there was a group of guerrillas who took off their clothes, held a reed pipe and slept in the marsh. They waited for lone German soldiers to pass by, then suddenly jumped out of the marsh and beheaded them with one knife before continuing to lie down and wait in another place.

  But that was in the summer, and the shallow mud in the swamp, basking in the sun, actually had a bit of an enjoyable muddy bath flavor, and it wasn't necessarily very uncomfortable.

  In the winter of the Anti-Japanese War, a group of Guangdong old men stripped off their clothes and smeared themselves with soot. Under the cover of night, they snuck into the enemy's camp with big knives, and by dawn, the curses "Liu Na Ma" (a Guangdong slang) and the Japanese devils' heads flew together in the air, as a bloody rain poured down, fiercely revealing the bold and heroic spirit of the Guangdong men.

  Could it be the temperature of zero degrees?

  We were in temperatures of minus ten or twenty degrees, and had to crawl slowly like lizards through the almost frozen mud.

  I don't know about others, but I've already bitten my teeth out of blood after just a few steps!

  It's freezing, the cold is piercing to the bone. My teeth are chattering loudly. If I don't clench them tightly, I'll definitely make a sound! I just hope we can quickly get close to those bastards and take action soon. Otherwise, if we freeze for a while longer, my fingers will go numb. I really won't be able to guarantee that I can throw a flying knife accurately!

  It's finally in place, waiting for that searchlight to make a slight mistake, and the five people will strike at the same time!

  That slogan is absolutely correct!

  Sweat more in peace, bleed less in war!

  At that time, I felt that my movements were absolutely out of style when I made the move, but the flying knife I threw was still steady and pierced the guy's throat.

  Then it's even quicker to strip off the clothes, and be careful not to get blood on them. What's even more infuriating is that those guys were wearing US military uniforms from the Vietnam War era, with so many buttons still tightly buttoned up, making it a real pain to undo!

  Thirty-five seconds, I had just sat on the bulldozer, and the spotlight was already sweeping towards us. But my peripheral vision clearly saw that Jiang Kuan's grandson hadn't even had time to put on his pants...

  Jiang Kuan's grandson was a bit hasty, and the little guy quickly stood behind the diesel barrel, solemnly grasping the wrench to twist the lid on top of the diesel barrel, with a very serious expression like a gas station attendant.

  And Brother Kuangming also took a step to the side, and with a wave of his hand and a shout, he probably attracted the attention of the little guy operating the searchlight, and surprisingly, he didn't realize that we were temporary mechanical drivers.

  We've got it under control here, and another team has also sent a message saying they're almost done too!

  Those brothers are even more fierce than us! As soon as it got dark, they found out through the car radio that a convoy was about to enter the base to transport ammunition and supplies. Those guys immediately transformed into temporary inspection sentries. Before they even saw the base, explosives were already stuck on every single vehicle in the convoy!

  After checking those machines, we set up a few simple fixed devices and then loaded the explosives we brought onto several machines just in time!

  I don't know how to describe the expressions of those grandsons when they saw several unmanned mechanical vehicles rushing into the base. Anyway, we fled smoothly to the remote blasting range and quickly put on warmer vests, watching that group of grandsons start to riot.

  Several of those who tried to climb up and step on the brakes to change direction ended up jumping down in vain. We've practiced these destructive harassment details countless times, if this group of poor-quality guys can still find our flaws, I reckon we'll be so ashamed that we'd rather die by hitting our heads against a wall.

  As several mechs crashed into the command center with satellite antennas, two teams almost simultaneously started detonating explosives.

  In the midst of the earth-shaking chaos, I gazed coldly at the base that was gradually turning into a sea of flames and ruins.

  This is the first time I've seen such a magnificent scene, but I don't know what's wrong? I always feel a little uncomfortable. It seems that in my impression, war should be loud and intense, not this kind of sinister and cold-blooded assassination?

  From the start of the operation until now, our squad has only used one bullet to snipe a sentry and took out those five mechanical arms silently, and escaped even more silently.

  Special operations, secrecy is one thing we've done really well, but the kind of thrilling feeling I like is not there at all!

  Next to me is Brother Kuangming, holding a telescope with a serious face evaluating the outcome of the battle. The guy carrying the communication system basically had his mouth moving non-stop, whispering out a string of secret words, reporting the results of our surprise attack to the big bosses who were waiting for news in real-time!

  I don't know what I was thinking either. So I asked Brother Gangming, if we charge in and fight those guys to the death, wouldn't it be even more exciting?

  Kuang Ming's brother sneered at me, baring his teeth and saying "You little brat are sick! We're special forces, to put it bluntly, we're the kind of people who specialize in stabbing others in the dark, and our knives are best coated with a bit of poison!"

  What's going on with the intense and deadly struggle?

  It's really come to that, I reckon it won't be long before the task is ruined! Alright, stop messing around, the mission is complete, call in Luhang's pirated Black Hawk to take us home!

  In the dark of night, I once again looked at the base where flames were still rising and explosions were happening one after another. Suddenly, I had a feeling, a very proud, awesome and extraordinary feeling!

  In front of our strength, what Mr. Mai said has been verified again!

  Never fight with Chinese soldiers, especially don't wrestle with them on the ground, otherwise, you'll be in big trouble!

  Recommend a book "Douxian", brothers who like this type of book can go take a look.