Chapter 2: Deep in Enemy Territory

  Song Yuhang never got to see Hu Na, no matter how hard he begged, the guards at the door resolutely performed their duties, standing silently at the entrance.

  Looking at the chaotic camp, a bold and reckless plan took shape in Song Yu Hang's mind! After using a multi-functional tactical knife to pry open a pair of handcuffs.

  Song Yuhang knocked on the door behind the side door, but the guard didn't pay attention to him. Song Yuhang had no choice but to use an ashtray to smash the glass of the ventilation window on the back wall, and with a leap, he propped himself up in the blind spot of the room's line of sight with both arms.

  The inexperienced guard, upon discovering the person was gone, did not report it first but instead opened the door with his gun and rushed in! With a light tap, he knocked out the guard and threw him onto the bed, covering him with a quilt. Then, with a swift kick, he kicked the 97-style assault rifle under the bed.

  Song Yu-Hang first opened the door a crack, using a small mirror from inside the room to check left and right, confirming it was safe before darting out of the door, pulling down his hat brim as he rushed towards the armory. In the past, the armory would be guarded by at least one officer and two non-commissioned officers, but due to today's special circumstances, only one third-phase non-commissioned officer remained on guard.

  "Captain!" The officer had just opened his mouth when he was knocked unconscious by Song Yu Hang.

  A full set of infrared camouflage suits, GPS locator, Type 97 short-barreled assault rifle, Type 02 9mm combat pistol, Type 85 sniper rifle, high-calorie dry rations for snipers, three directional anti-tank mines, and over 20 Type 86 steel ball hand grenades! Plus nearly a thousand rounds of various ammunition.

  Staring at the 120-liter military backpack that was bulging on the ground, Song Yuhang swallowed a mouthful of saliva. This should have been the standard configuration shared by two people, Hu Na, wait for me.

  Just as Song Yuhang was about to start the engine of one of the spare jeeps in the garage, a large hand covered the ignition switch.

  "Deputy Captain?"

  Song Yu-Hang slightly lifted his head in a state of panic, Feng Bin gazed at him with profound meaning: "You are the most promising young officer in our entire army, is there really no other choice?"

  Song Yuhang bit his lower lip tightly and shook his head slightly: "If I don't do this, I will never be at peace for the rest of my life!"

  "Alas!"

  "Feng Bin took a deep breath and said, 'Even if we go, we need to get a good car. Our cars aren't suitable for the desert and Gobi. Getting a good car won't reveal our identities.' After speaking, Feng Bin cast his gaze towards the other side of the valley."

  "Good car?"

  Song Yuhang suddenly understood. Thank you, Deputy Captain!

  Feng Bin grabbed Song Yu Hang's arm and said in a low voice: "Channel 5891 is open for you 24 hours. If not, don't try to hold on."

  Looking at Song Yuhang's departing figure, Feng Bin turned back to the command post of the camp. Ten minutes later, the knocked-out guards and officers were informed that it was just a special forces combat exercise, and the two were sent to the UN peacekeeping headquarters hospital hundreds of kilometers away from the camp for physical examination.

  Back in the office, Wang Huamin glanced at Feng Bin and asked, "Is everything arranged?"

  Feng Bin picked up the cup and took a few sips, then wiped his mouth and said: "This lone wolf of revenge has been released by you, now he's like a kite, in the anti-government military control zone, an accident can happen at any time."

  Wang Huamin gazed at a painting of "Man Jiang Hong" hanging in the office, and suddenly his heroic spirit surged. Isn't it a soldier's duty to defend against foreign humiliation? When did we become inferior even to our ancestors? If you don't react when he bombs your camp today, tomorrow he'll dare to ride on your head and crap on it! You must fight him until he hurts, fight him until he fears!

  Wang Huamin took a deep breath and said to Feng Bin, "Have the four Z-8 helicopters assigned to our unit come to the camp and stand by, and order the combat team to enter combat readiness and stand by at any time."

  The warm sunshine in the afternoon made people feel drowsy. Before he was 19 years old, Sergeant William Carter had always lived on his grandfather's farm. The only bad person he had ever seen was Calvin at high school in the small town. In his impression, the sky was always blue and people were always smiling.

  His grandfather had served in World War II, fighting the Japanese on Iwo Jima, and it was at his grandfather's urging that he joined the military. As his grandfather said, he was a good kid, and though he received rigorous training in special forces, William S. Carter always believed the world was a good place, and as someone who did justice work, he would be respected by local people.

  After William S. Carter arrived in Iraq for the first patrol, his Humvee was welcomed by three enthusiastic RPG rockets, and he miraculously survived with only a mild concussion, after which he was sent to the peacekeeping force! For this matter, comrades affectionately called him 'Foolish Carter'!

  Today Carter finally met a bad guy. The despicable guy didn't just knock himself out, but also stole a Hummer full of G-type explosives.

  The transmitter was destroyed, and all the vehicles' spark plugs had been removed? That son of a bitch! What did he want with so many spark plugs? The bastard! Scoundrel! William S. Carter cursed the damned man in every language he could think of, now he had to walk several miles on foot to report this important situation.

  How can such a large garage only have one guard? William S. Carter, who was on the verge of tears, kicked a stone on the ground hard and walked towards the camp with difficulty...

  Two years ago, the M23 rebel group was not well known in the Democratic Republic of Congo and like many other rebel groups, due to lack of funding, weapons and personnel, they mostly played a role of flag-waving and shouting slogans. Whenever there were terrorist attacks anywhere, they would rush to issue statements claiming responsibility for them.

  The leader of the Salvation Army, Rapha?l, was just a bankrupt businessman who had failed in his business ventures. In his mid-40s, he was like most Congolese men - fond of eating and drinking, fat and balding. However, since this moribund organization had somehow managed to get back on its feet after being unexpectedly spotted by the CIA, Rapha?l underwent retraining and reorganization with support in terms of funding, weapons, intelligence, and technology. He began to harbor grand ambitions, planning a major coup to overthrow the current government. Even if he didn't have the opportunity to form a cabinet, at least he would have a place in the new government.

  The kindness and tolerance of the Chinese were taken by Lafes as a sign of weakness, which led to a major incident where a Chinese peacekeeping camp was attacked.

  When Kate, the head of the CIA's Congo intelligence organization, learned that Raphes had sent someone to attack the Chinese peacekeeping camp, she immediately dispatched someone to intercept, but everything was too late. After watching the news, Kate, who had worked on intelligence collection and sorting in the Far East, even wished that the attacked camp was America's own.

  "Oh, merciful God! I hope the Chinese will be as restrained as they have been in the past!" Kate's wishful thinking was doomed to shatter, and Song Yu Hang was like a vengeful arrow, once the bowstring was released, there was no turning back.

  Lafayette's camp was set up in a small, unnamed town that couldn't even be found on military maps. It would be more accurate to say it was a settlement of only a few dozen households.

  With the exception of a company-sized detachment deployed outside, an unnamed small town was garrisoned by the main force of the National Salvation Army, consisting of three infantry regiments and a newly formed mortar battalion, nearly a thousand men made Lafayette feel extremely at ease.

  Although his American master has shown increasing dissatisfaction with him recently, Lafite no longer cares about it, because his new gold master is much more generous than the old one.

  The cigar smoke wafting through the air caused the slight cough of Lafay's opposite, Xiao Dao. Seeing Xiao Dao's discomfort with cigars, Lafay was delighted and waved his thick cigar: "Mr. Xiao Dao, thank you for providing us with military instructors, they have brought us hope for victory. However, here, cigars and women are gifts from God to men! You need to learn to enjoy them."

  Kojima Kazuo removed his gold-rimmed glasses and glanced sideways at the obese Raphus sitting across from him, although he inwardly despised this rough and despicable black man, his surface work was not the slightest bit different.

  The small island gently blew a breath onto the lens and said in a very respectful tone: "For many years, our Yamato people have been seeking survival space, reviving the imperial cause is our purpose and pursuit of life, as for personal pleasures, they are all dispensable."

  Rafael was extremely disdainful of the island's monastic way of life, but to offend the representative of his new patron over trivialities in personal habits would be an utterly irrational act, and Rafael would never commit such a low-level mistake.

  Kojima is not a puritan, but the armed support plan for Congo in the third rise of the empire, developing controlled armed forces is one of the most important links in Africa's economic colonial plan, making him dare not slack off. In addition, Kojima has no interest in black women with oily skin.

  However, for tonight's celebration party, Kojima was still full of expectations because the medical team dispatched from the mainland would also arrive in the evening, and the army doctor Miura Yoko who had been thinking about it day and night was also on the list.

  Rafes, however, was thinking about the dancing girl who would only arrive at the camp in the evening. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became very strange. The old-fashioned fan hanging from the ceiling made a huge noise but did not bring any coolness to people, instead stirring up layers of heat waves.

  The small island that was burning with desire suddenly felt a chill in its nose? Fresh blood? The small island, which had covered its nose with one hand, was stunned all at once. This really wasn't a good omen.

  Song Yu-Hang's Hummer, after speeding past two rebel checkpoints, was finally hit by an RPG on the rear tire. After a violent rollover, Song Yu-Hang crawled out of the deformed and unopenable driver's cabin, took a glance at the scattered G-type explosives, picked up the nearby sniper rifle, and quickly locked onto a rebel soldier who had approached within ten meters through the scope's reticle.

  Bang! With a gunshot, the head of the anti-government soldier who wanted to capture Song Yuhang alive was smashed like a watermelon hit by a wooden stick, and one of the skull fragments flew up and fell on the face of a nearby soldier, scaring him. The soldier, who was about to lie down, hesitated for a moment before a burst of blood exploded from his chest.

  After firing a clip, the bodies of ten anti-government soldiers fell to the ground in different shapes, and Song Yuhang's scope could no longer see the figures of the anti-government soldiers.

  This thrilling slaughter made Song Yuhang extremely excited, and he who was determined to avenge Hu Na had already fallen into a state of madness that would not stop until death.

  After simply sorting out the equipment and ammunition, Song Yuhang filled a 120-liter portable backpack with G-type explosives. He set up numerous landmines and traps along the way. This was not a route left by Song Yuhang for his retreat, but rather an arrangement to deal with the enemy's main force. Because Song Yuhang had already made up his mind to die, he never thought of leaving alive.

  Regarding the accuracy of the Type 85 sniper rifle, I would like to share my own views. I have used the improved Type 79 and Type 85 7.62mm caliber sniper rifles, which are modeled after the Soviet SVD sniper rifle. The accuracy of this rifle has always been a topic of discussion and concern among everyone. The Soviet military's SVD had extremely high accuracy, and during the Chechen War, it could compete with famous guns like HK. The reason is that the Soviet military used specialized high-precision sniper bullets, which our military did not have at the time. Our military's training program was relatively conservative and backward, resulting in the shooting practice of sniper rifles only reaching a level of four exercises, and many subjects were not even conducted due to lack of conditions. The 100-watt night vision scope worth $1 million was too expensive and locked in storage for years, with no one knowing how to operate it! All these reasons combined led people to feel that the performance of the Type 85 sniper rifle was not ideal, which is actually unfair. When shooting at targets over 400 meters away, the 7.62mm caliber far surpasses small calibers in terms of accuracy and lethality, which is also the main reason why the US military still widely equips its ground forces with M21 semi-automatic sniper rifles.