Chapter Twenty-Two

  In fact, special operations are not as mysterious as they are portrayed in movies and TV shows.

  It's like a high-level martial arts match in China, where outsiders haven't even figured out what's going on yet, but the two masters have already finished their bout and the outcome has been decided, with life and death hanging in the balance!

  Want to be like in the movies, no matter what occasion we first come to fight with a 2.5 base of ammunition, we can make a strong addiction, then we have a handgun duel and then a dagger fight, finally it's a bare-handed death grip?

  I said it's not special forces fighting, but mentally ill people having an episode!

  So from the moment our guns went off until they stopped, we only used forty-nine seconds, and the battle was over.

  Twenty-two bodies were left in the valley and four on both banks of the river, almost all with headshots.

  I have to say that this is the result of personal habits formed in daily training. Everyone knows that bulletproof vests and bulletproof clothing are now widely equipped by some countries' armies, so this throat became our highest click rate target when shooting.

  Five of our brothers have fallen. Four were killed on the spot, and one had his femoral artery severed by a bullet. It's only a matter of time for him too.

  The instructors and Brother Kuang isolated us from the outside, not allowing us to come into contact with those few captives.

  We're all old soldiers now, and we all know that our hearts are burning with the blood of our brothers. If we were to face those few who surrendered directly, I reckon we'd definitely have a collective outbreak of gunfire.

  At that time, don't say you're a prisoner of war, I'm afraid those few surrendering bastards won't even have intact corpses!

  Interrogation on the spot is Brother Kuangming's thing, anyway Brother Kuangming's English is quite awesome and he can also speak a few minority languages fluently, if it were some white-skinned blond-haired guy that would be a foreigner.

  The brother on the ground whose femoral artery was severed is in a bad way.

  I've studied battlefield first aid, although I didn't learn much, but I can still tell that brother's eyes are getting unfocused and his breathing is getting heavier!

  That brother is from Hubei and is an only child in his family.

  That brother's old man was a locally famous university professor who studied history, so when the brother came to join the army, the old man didn't say a word and just wrote a banner with a brush and posted it in the brother's bedroom.

  A vigorous and powerful handwriting reads: Rebuild the mountains and rivers for future generations!

  Let that brother stand in front of that banner and ponder when he will understand and come out to eat the preserved fruit and drink wine.

  The old man is a cultured person, but he absolutely knows that for a country to be prosperous, it must rely on both civil and military achievements, lacking one or the other will not do.

  The old man is a wise person, so this guy can be said to have been well-educated since childhood, not only working hard during training but also having a good brain.

  What I find most unbearable during training is the memorization of certain secret languages and the reverse inference of secret languages under confidential circumstances. Those things that are converted back and forth according to time intervals and phonetic sequences almost made me collapse.

  At that time I was really on the verge of being kicked out, and this brother from Hubei gave me a card.

  On that card is written a sequence of secret language derivation and conversion order, just like the multiplication table, as long as you have elementary school education, you can easily understand it.

  I just passed with the card given by this guy!

  But now this guy is done for.

  With a brain like his, after training for a few years, he'll definitely be officer material. Who knows, in a few years, this guy will be a fierce general who can command thousands of people with just one wave of his hand.

  But this guy is done for, he's already started convulsing!

  I'll go with that guy to the edge of his mouth, I asked my brother what do you want to say, tell me? Are you thinking of your old man at home? Don't worry, with brothers around, someone will take care of your old man!

  That guy just sighed and shook his head, saying don't tell our old master, he's getting on in years and was diagnosed with rectal cancer this year, I'm afraid he won't last for a few more days. I'll go ahead and arrange a spot for the old master, we can catch up when the time comes!

  The brothers all cried.

  A few days ago, when this guy was practicing scattered formation assault at the base, he was clearly distracted and almost got himself and his brothers in the same group wiped out by the imaginary enemy.

  It was because of this all along!

  Brother, why didn't you say so earlier? If you had said so earlier, the instructor would have called you back to see the old man!

  That brother closed his eyes in our cries...

  I stared at the guy kneeling in front of Brother Kuangming.

  I've had it up to here with this guy!

  Many years later, a brother who was present at that time said that my expression at that time didn't look like human at all.

  His eyes were bloodshot, his face was dark and blue, but what's even more astonishing is that a green vein suddenly appeared in the middle of his forehead, looking exactly like a vertical eye, making him look just like the three-eyed horse king.

  I didn't feel anything but those brothers all saw it and some of them knew that at this time, as long as I was slightly stimulated, I might go up and tear that captive with my front teeth!

  The brother who felt that something was wrong immediately said, "Brothers, hurry up and sweep the battlefield to see if there are any other injured brothers who need rescue?"

  It wasn't until you yelled at me twice that I somewhat came back to my senses!

  I looked around and found someone missing.

  Luohan is gone!

  When it just started, I didn't notice, but now I feel like I haven't seen Luohan at all.

  Take another look at Luohan's bunker, it was still spotless and quiet as snow, I felt a little nervous.

  You said we fought so fiercely, but Luohan didn't move at all? Did someone take roll call before Luohan even got up?

  I rushed over and kicked open the ventilation hole of Luohan's bunker with one foot, then I saw my brother Luohan after a few scratches.

  The Luohan brothers are dead.

  He was not named, but from head to toe, there wasn't a single wound on him, just his face turned purple and his nose and mouth were covered with a thick layer of frost.

  I hugged Brother Luo Han tightly and swung him back and forth. I pulled off the layer of ice on his mouth and nose, and then I knew what was going on.

  Luohan brothers caught a cold and then rushed to the top of the mountain to fetch snow twice during the day. I guess the pulmonary edema has absolutely fallen, but relying on his good physical strength, Luohan brothers gritted their teeth and insisted on it.

  Then, Luohan brothers really couldn't hold on and coughed, almost alerting those grandsons to the fact that someone was lurking nearby.

  My arhat brother stuffed snow and ice into his nose and mouth to choke himself so he wouldn't cough anymore.

  For people with pulmonary edema, breathing difficulties are already a problem and even oxygen therapy may not be effective. How can suppressing respiration possibly help?

  But my arhat brother did just that, he stuffed ice and snow into his mouth and nose, he suffocated miserably, with both hands digging out two big pits in the permafrost land, he finally suffocated himself to death without moving or making a sound!

  My arhat brother even locked the safety of his gun, he was afraid that he couldn't hold on and wanted to give himself a quick death. He thought about how we should catch those bastards, we can't let ourselves lose face with this armor. He himself can't lose face in front of the old generation of Yimeng Mountain District. He can't go home with the reputation of being a coward and marry his Xiaofang. So he suffocated himself to death!

  Next to the Arhat brothers' bunker was a row of footprints.

  It's not the kind of boots we wear, look at the sole marks, it should be those camel-pullers' descendants who are wearing them!

  And that footprint looks like it's still on the front palm, and some places even have a few handprints. I guess at that time, they took advantage of the snow powder to make a mess and ran away with their hands and feet together!

  Do you think you can run away?

  Damn you, you've killed so many of my brothers, and now you want to run?

  That brother of mine in Hubei was originally capable of becoming a general, but he was ruined by you! My Arhat brother was originally doing well as a soldier and then retired to farm at home, eat old rice balls and have a son, but he was also ruined to death by you bunch of bastards. Do you think you can still run away?

  I told you to run away! How can I face the Arhat brothers in the future and say that the scourge of your grandson ran away, and I didn't catch him?

  Dad told you to get out, but dad is still wearing this vest. Isn't dad just a useless freeloader?

  Dad is calling you to run!

  You little scoundrel! You think you can run away from me? I'll catch your old man's second son and pull him down for you!

  I was totally crazy at that time!

  I actually put Luo Han brothers' body on the side of a brother's hand and I took advantage of the brothers' sadness and distraction for just an instant, then I ran away.

  I didn't bring anything but I brought the Luohan brothers' guns!

  Brother, don't go! Watch me as I catch that kid and bring him back for you!

  Brother, I've got your gun. This kid is ours, even if we caught him together. We'll use brother's hands and your gun to catch him!

  We wear the same uniform and use the same gear. We eat from the same big pot and sleep in the same room. We are brothers!

  The sky is getting darker and darker, but I don't care at all.

  I've put all my mind on tracking down that footprint. I'm a hunter, a headhunter, and I'll bring back the head of that prey to offer sacrifice to my brother!

  Aren't you supposed to be awesome?

  "Let me show you the power of Chinese men, wearing a Chinese vest. I'm fighting in my own home, with the heavens, earth and people all on my side. I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

  That grandson was probably called by our ambush and got a bit crazy. He ran along several ditches to the outer circle of our ambush, and then he actually plunged into the depths of the mountain with his head.

  Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, it's usually snowing heavily and rarely seen a living soul. Except for summer when Uyghur villagers drive their sheep to high-altitude pastures, otherwise the Tibetan antelopes and snow chickens are the masters of the deep mountains. Even professional mountaineers know that some places on the Kunlun Mountains are death zones, where one goes in, one dies!

  That guy is heading straight for death!

  Line!

  I'm going to fight you to the death today!

  I followed the footprints into the depths of the mountain, not thinking about the snowflakes still floating in the sky. I didn't think twice, all I had was a rifle and a knife, nothing else. Who knows, maybe I'll freeze to death or starve to death in these mountains!

  I'm like a wolf who has been beaten to death by its pack I've gone mad I want revenge!

  I feel that sometimes there is no difference between humans and animals, deep in the mountains, in the heavy snow, a mad wolf chasing its prey, this whole scene is just like an animal kingdom!

  The only thing out of harmony with nature was that the wolf's body still wore a horse jacket.

  Chinese military vest!