Chapter 2 Encounter

  Jungle warfare is a compulsory course for special forces, especially the military of China, known as the King of Land Warfare. The jungle warfare capability ranks among the best in the world. After generations of soldiers' accumulation and inheritance, it has developed into a complex and practical system, from tactics to survival, covering everything.

  All three were elite special forces, and their jungle warfare capabilities were naturally exceptional. After lurking for a while, Fengzi, who was at the forefront, bent his elbow, pointed his forearm downwards, closed his fingers, and swung his arm from behind to the front, making a pushing motion. The other two received the signal, raised their wrists to cheek height, made a fist shape, with their palms facing the commander, making a clear gesture, and followed closely.

  Suddenly, Wind Child stretched out his arms, pointing with his index finger in one direction. Immediately afterwards, the palm of his hand was slightly curved and pointed towards the team member receiving information. His fingers were closed together, and he placed his palm horizontally on his forehead to report that he had spotted the target. The two people behind him crouched down, vigilantly looking forward.

  After Fengzi sent out the message, when he looked at the target again, the target suddenly disappeared. Fengzi was shocked and quickly made a gesture to indicate that the target had disappeared, signaling to the two of them not to make any sudden moves.

  At this time, Fengzi suddenly felt a movement in his brow, a sense of danger from being targeted by a sniper rushed over him, and he was greatly startled. He hastily sent out an urgent message, indicating that his comrades should retreat. Although he didn't know if it was the enemy's sniper or not, the feeling of his life being threatened was extremely unpleasant.

  In the flash of gunfire, Feng Zi, as a member of the "Guo Blade" special forces, was an excellent sniper. His reaction ability was extremely strong. With a 45-degree sideways dodge, his body rolled into a nearby thicket three meters away, but this sense of danger did not disappear, meaning the alarm had not been lifted.

  Master, this word flashed through Feng Zi's mind, and he stopped moving altogether. With no way to escape, he decided to face the crisis head-on.

  Then a voice shouted: "Come out."

  The comrade behind Feng Zi made a gesture to stay still, and slowly stood up. In front of him was a sunny youth with long hair dancing in the wind, his chest and arms full of explosive power. His pants were short, revealing a pair of bare feet, and he was drawing his bow and aiming directly at Feng Zi's brow. The newcomer was none other than the young man from the cliff after saying goodbye to the old man.

  Feng Zi didn't expect to be sniped, and it was actually the bow in front of him. In the era of hot weapons, cold weapons had long been removed from the battlefield. Feng Zi was confident that one shot could solve the problem, on the condition that he had a gun in his hand.

  However, Feng Zi was after all a super strong sniper, always keeping calm, and immediately asked: "One of us?"

  Language is a symbol of identity, hearing the other party's slightly local accent in the common national language, the young man takes another look at the other party's uniform epaulets and insignia, affirming their identity, puts down his bow and arrow, splits open his mouth, and smiles brightly.

  The danger has passed, and Fengzi let out a sigh of relief. The feeling of being targeted disappeared, but a thought lingered in his mind: "This guy, with such a crude cold weapon, actually made me feel threatened for my life? Strange." Anyway, after the danger had passed, Fengzi signaled to his comrades behind him to reveal themselves. The three of them put away their weapons and approached, showing their attitude. Fengzi curiously asked, "Little brother, what's your name?"

  The young man didn't answer, his nose twitching slightly as he took a deep breath of the surrounding air. The three Winds were left looking at each other in confusion, but then they heard the young man say, "Let's go, we can talk later." With that, he took off running ahead.

  Three people only saw a gust of wind blowing by, and they saw the young man running four or five meters away. What a fast speed! The three people exchanged a shocked glance, and involuntarily gave rise to a competitive spirit, also quickly ran away.

  What made the three men regretful was that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't catch up with their opponent. It's worth noting that all three of them were top-notch fighters in the army, with extraordinary speed and explosive power. What surprised the three men even more was that their opponent seemed to know exactly where their captain was, rushing straight over to him. By the time the three men caught up, they saw the young man squatting down to carefully examine the captain's injuries, feeling his forehead and checking the wound on his leg with a skilled and swift hand.

  Seeing the three men chasing after him, the young man stood up and said: "My name is Zhao Wuji. The enemy will arrive in about five minutes. Since we've just met, you may not trust me, but if you want to leave, follow me."

  Feng Zi and the others exchanged a tacit glance, perhaps infected by Zhao Wuji's composure and confidence, or perhaps due to the desperation of having no way out. They nodded, and Gang Zong fainted again on Feng Zi's back. Feng Zi and Bin Zi instinctively covered their rear.

  Zhao Wuji led the way and had just taken two steps when he saw Fengzi and Binzi lagging behind. He said, "Don't think about falling behind, leave this place at the fastest speed."

  Feng Zi and the three others had been wandering in this labyrinthine primeval forest for several days, their tempers already worn out. The hunter was a spirit of the forest, most familiar with this place, so everyone naturally nodded in agreement and set off.

  Letting go of their hands and feet, they fled without worrying about leaving any traces behind. Their speed increased by several times. The three people carried the unconscious captain and followed closely behind Zhao Wuji. Everyone soon discovered a problem - this person named Zhao Wuji was indeed familiar with the primeval forest. He chose the best routes to walk on, knowing where to go and where not to go. Without the hindrance of muddy bogs, floating soil, hidden pits, thorny thickets, and dry leaves, they walked extremely fast.

  Almost all special forces soldiers know that walking in the jungle's complex terrain can choose to go along the longitudinal mountain ridge, mountain ridge, mountain waist, river and stream edges, as well as areas with tall trees, sparse forests, and low grass. They strive to walk on the ridge and not in the ditch, and to go straight and not horizontally. However, Zhao Wuji was different from everyone else. After leading everyone to recognize a direction, he would set off without hesitation, never walking diagonally. When encountering obstacles, his long mountain knife would fly up and down, directly cutting out a path, without caring about leaving traces for the pursuing troops.

  When marching, if you can take big strides, don't take small steps. This is in line with the basic survival skills of special forces in the wild. The three were amazed at Zhao Wuji's strength and speed. The vanguard was quite competent, fast and good, and his strength seemed endless. Everyone didn't even bother to ask, nor did they feel like asking. With a single death, all worries and fears had disappeared.

  Soon, a valley shrouded in mist appeared before several people. It was impossible to tell how big or deep it was, nor what was inside. Everyone looked at Zhao Wuji in astonishment.

  Zhao Wuji didn't say much, and no one knew where he got some unknown branches and leaves from. He handed them to the three people and said, "Swallow the leaves." As he spoke, he quickly ate some himself.

  Three people didn't understand, but still did it without error. Everyone put down the captain and started eating. Zhao Wuji ate a bit, then picked some unknown leaves, rubbed them into a ball, squeezed out the juice and dripped it into the captain's mouth. The other three saw this and hurried over to help. Although they didn't understand Zhao Wuji's purpose, they knew there must be a reason and no ill intent.

  In an instant, Zhao Wuji suddenly frowned and said: "It's fast, it has caught up, let's hurry."

  Three people pricked up their ears to listen, but they didn't hear anything. This can only explain one problem: Zhao Wuji's ability to perceive danger is much higher than everyone else's. Everyone looked at Zhao Wuji's outfit and could only attribute this ability to his innate talent as a hunter and his instincts. Living in the primitive forest for a long time, living with wild beasts, his ability to sense danger must be beyond that of ordinary people.

  Behind the team leader, several people followed Zhao Wuji and rushed towards the gorge. As they ran through the misty clouds, everyone suddenly discovered that under the cloud was a miasma. With their super strong jungle survival ability, everyone recognized the miasma, but they didn't expect it to be under the mountain fog.

  What made everyone wonder was that there wasn't a hint of discomfort, and the image of the unknown leaves they had eaten earlier flashed through their minds, and suddenly they understood, and they all looked at Zhao Wuji with gratitude.

  Everyone is not a fool, on the contrary, they have very rich combat experience. They hide in the canyon, and the enemy will definitely come after them, but the enemy does not know that there is malaria under the mountain fog, and they are not prepared, so they will definitely fall into the trap. This brings everyone some buffer time.

  With hope comes motivation, and with improved mood, their combat effectiveness has also been boosted. The three of them quickened their pace, rushing down to the valley floor in no time.

  Zhao Wuji glanced at the team leader who was lying flat, and calmly said: "You rest here for a while, everything will be discussed when I come back." He then walked away in the direction he came from.

  The three of them exchanged a glance, and Fengzi caught up, saying: "Young brother, great kindness doesn't need to be thanked, we're not cowards either. Are you going to deal with the pursuing soldiers? I'll go with you."

  Zhao Wuji looked at the other person with a firm and confident gaze, his strong will to fight hadn't weakened in the slightest despite his fatigue. He smiled sincerely and said: "Brother, lend me your sword for a moment, I'll go pick some medicine and come back, if it's late he won't be saved."

  Although Feng Zi didn't know why Zhao Wuji refused his request, upon hearing that the captain was in danger, he unhesitatingly drew out his treasured "Guo Dao" military dagger and handed it to Zhao Wuji, saying: "Little brother, trouble you, go quickly and return quickly."

  Zhao Wuji took over the dagger and looked at it, a flash of surprise in his eyes, saying: "Good weapon, Li Feng?"

  "My brother, I'm Li Feng. The one who's unconscious is our captain Zhang Peng. The tallest one is Wu Gang, and the other one is Zhou Bin. You can call us Fengzi, Gangzi, and Binzi."

  Zhao Wujie said he would be back soon and then sprinted forward, at this moment, Fengzi just realized that Zhao Wujie's speed far exceeded his imagination, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from sight, what kind of speed is this?

  Fengzi returned to the captain's side, and Gangzi said: "What do you think of this person?"

  "It's trustworthy." Feng Zi said sincerely.

  "It's very mysterious," Bin said.

  "The hunter in the primeval forest, speaks Mandarin exceptionally well, confident, calm, decisive and mysterious, but no matter what, as long as he can take us out of here, he's my brother."

  Brother, what a noble and great title it is. For soldiers, brothers are people who can entrust their lives to each other, who can block bullets for each other, and who will never leave or abandon each other for life.

  Three people chatted intermittently, occasionally glancing at the team leader who was unconscious on the ground, and then looking around at the low shrubs that emitted an unknown sense of danger.

  Bang! A gunshot rang out, and three people stood up vigilantly, looking forward.