Chapter 41 Interrogating Prisoners

  I turned my head and glanced at the nun and priest who had come up behind me, as well as Wan'er and the Chinese soldier. I said calmly, "Everyone please step aside for a moment. Those who are afraid of blood shouldn't look. We have something to take care of!"

  "What are you going to do? Are you going to interrogate him? The Geneva Convention prohibits the mistreatment of prisoners of war!" Wan'er gently pulled my sleeve and whispered beside me. Her words earned a withering glance from REDBACK.

  The priest also followed the nun and the pastor to leave, which made me very puzzled. If even this can't be seen, how can he lead the team to complete the task? However, REDBACK was staring at the captive with a tragic and indignant face without leaving. Li Ming and Yang Jian did not leave, but pulled Wan'er's hand, wanting her to avoid it for a while, unwilling to let her see the bloody scene. But before Wan'er left, REDBACK had already taken action first.

  She didn't even say hello, jumped up and stepped on the man's shinbone with one foot, almost breaking his leg. Then she slowly rolled her foot over the break twice before lifting it off. When she did, the captive's leg was bent at a 90-degree angle. She took another look at the victim, who didn't make a sound, and passed out directly.

  "Ah!" Wan'er shouted loudly beside me, startling me. Turning my head to look at her, she covered her eyes and pointed at Redback, exclaiming: "You're too cruel! You've broken his leg! He's disabled!" After that, she actually started crying.

  We were all stunned, looking at each other in confusion. What's going on? I took a glance at Yang Jian, and he was the only one with an adoring and admiring expression, gazing at Wan'er as if praising her kindness.

  I said to Li Ming, "Uncle Li, take Wan'er away, the following scene will scare her!" I know that once the butcher gets started, it won't be just a simple scene.

  Li Ming reached out to grab Wan'er's hand, but was shaken off by her. Wan'er rushed into the circle and shouted at everyone: "The Geneva Convention prohibits the mistreatment of prisoners of war! As a Christian, how can you do this? What if you were caught and they treated you like that?" Finally, she locked eyes with me, staring at me with righteous indignation.

  Looking at her frail body swaying in the morning breeze, I said helplessly: "If we get caught, it's all over. If we confess, we're dead. That's the life of a mercenary, not protected by the Geneva Convention. Wan'er, stop arguing, go to the side, we'll be done soon. Good girl!"

  Li Ming quickly pulled Wan'er to one side, walking and speaking in Chinese: "Don't say anything, these people are not ordinary soldiers, they are beasts of war! They have no humanity!"

  Redback took a glance at Wan'er who was walking away and said: "Your girlfriend? What a hassle!"

  My subconscious mouth said, "She's not my girlfriend!" It wasn't until the words were out that I realized REDBACK was speaking Chinese. I froze, turning my head to stare at her for a long time.

  "Do you speak Chinese?" Just now her Chinese was fluent and standard Mandarin.

  "Nonsense! I've lived in Taiwan for four years, of course I can speak Chinese." REDBACK gave me a silly look and replied to me in Mandarin.

  "What are you doing in Taiwan?"

  "Preach it! Don't forget, our captain is a genuine priest. We've been to Taiwan and Japan too." REDBACK said in Japanese.

  I was just about to ask more questions when a shocking scream came from beside me, I turned my head and saw that the butcher had already "started work", the guy's clothes were torn off, the butcher held a knife and began to flay the man's skin, the guy's screams were no longer human, ultra-high frequency noise spread throughout the jungle, making everyone's blood boil.

  REDBACK didn't even bother talking to me, slowly closing in, drawing his military knife to help with the edges, gleefully prying open the stuck skin and muscles that the butcher had missed. Before long, the kid stopped screaming, as the intense pain had drained all his energy, leaving him only able to hum weakly where he sat. The doctor was even more ruthless, starting an IV drip and blood transfusion, not letting him die so quickly. The crowd surrounding us was like a pack of wolves around a sheep, the bloody smell spreading its wings and filling the entire mountain with incredible speed.

  Before long, the butcher had completely scraped off the skin from his leg and slowly placed it on the captive's face. Then he whispered in his ear: "Do you feel it? That is your skin, still warm, it will gradually cool down, then rot, decay and be infested with maggots."

  Then, he slowly drew the knife to the muscle on his thigh and whispered in the guy's ear: "The muscles on a person's thighs are layered. Now I'm going to peel off the first layer of your quadriceps. Now I'm going to cut the tendon..." Then the blade sliced, the captive let out another blood-curdling scream, and as the butcher slowly peeled back his muscle, the screams escalated until he passed out again.

  The butcher swung his knife and cut off a piece of muscle, the guy immediately woke up. The butcher put the cut meat in the original owner's hand and whispered in his ear: "Feel it, this is your muscle, isn't it smooth? It feels like silk, but a bit rough, that's because the muscle fibers are too thick. Don't worry, when we get to the internal organs later, you'll find that your intestinal wall is much more delicate. Now let's continue with our quadriceps work..."

  "No, no!! What do you want to ask?! Please! Don't! What do you want to ask?! My name is Charles Keller, I'm a subordinate of Gus. You want to know what? Ask me! If you don't ask, how can I answer?" The guy couldn't take it anymore and cried out.

  "That's our fault, really sorry!!" I stepped on his muscle and it was soft like a cotton pad.

  "Ah! Ah! Don't, spare me! It's my fault, it's my fault!!" The guy smashed his head against the tree trunk with all his might, this was everyone's reaction when they were in extreme pain.

  "How many of you are there? Who's in charge? Are there any snipers? What kind of firepower do you have prepared? What's the battle plan! Tell us slowly!" The captain stood up and asked when the time was right.

  "We came with twelve people, Gus Zhong led the team, and the sniper was killed. We used standard equipment M4 rifle, M9 pistol, M203 grenade launcher, one M249 machine gun, and non-standard equipment bows and arrows, landmines, hand grenades. Our battle plan is to drag you down bit by bit, then nibble at you." Charles shouted at his fastest speed in life.

  Just then, a gunshot was heard from the jungle behind, and soon a big bear walked over from behind and said to the captain: "Someone just tried to sneak up, probably for this kid, and was repelled by the quicksand, but not killed! They were very careful."

  The captain nodded after listening, and the big bear slowly retreated. The captain turned his face to Charles and said: "You see, whether it's someone who came to rescue you or kill you, they've all been taken care of by us, so think again if there's anything we don't know that you're hiding."

  "We just caught a group of government soldiers, from whom we learned that you were here. Colonel Gus rushed over with his troops quickly. We were afraid of losing the opportunity and didn't prepare fully. I have nothing to hide, I said everything I knew. Give me a quick death!" Charles only asked for a swift death.

  I drew out a knife and slowly drew several circles around the tattoo on his arm, then asked: "Who launched the attack from the east just now?"

  "Hmm!" Charles hesitated, seemingly unwilling to speak.

  I stabbed him with one knife and then turned around with his tattoo as the center, and that piece of world-renowned tattoo fell on top.

  "Ah! It's El, I said, I said, I just thought for a moment. It's El, it's El, southeast direction, yes, it's him." Charles confirmed twice and said affirmatively.

  I tied up that piece of meat and waved it in front of him: "What's special about that guy?"

  "He's missing an ear! He lost it in Angola!" Charles said, glancing at the captain.

  Having obtained the answer I wanted to know, I picked up that piece of meat and walked to the grave dug by the priest for the servant, then placed the piece of human skin with tattoos on his grave. Then, slowly walked away, not wanting to see the butcher's pleasure anymore.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, the cries of agony soon spread throughout the entire barracks again.

  "You're all beasts!" Wan'er's voice came from behind me: "How can you torture a person like this? This is inhumane! How did you become so cold-blooded, Xing Tian?"

  I didn't turn back, I just held the gun tightly and said to her, as if saying it to myself: "This is war! This is human nature!"

  Behind me, Wan'er fell silent. I didn't turn back because I didn't know how to face her - this wasn't something she could understand, and explanations would be futile. As a city girl, she didn't belong here! She should be lounging on the couch with a bag of chips, watching TV, going to salons every day to get her hair done, taking her small dog for a stroll around the block, and coming back with a big bag of fashion goods. That was her world! This place belonged to us, the beasts who forever lurked in darkness and death.

  Half a minute later, the mournful cries that had filled the camp stopped, and it seemed that the interrogation was over. Sure enough, the wireless radio crackled to life with the captain's voice: "Everyone pay attention, prepare to move out! The enemy doesn't have heavy firepower, so be careful of snipers and ambushes! Don't take individual action unless necessary, all departures from formation must be reported, now advance in a V-formation!"

  Having heard the captain's order, I slowly stood up. Now a new day has begun. The enemy we are facing is now clear. It seems that things have become much simpler. Beware of hidden pitfalls and assassins lurking in the shadows. Then comes a brighter tomorrow!

  The large team began to move, and due to the presence of wounded personnel and stretchers, their progress was relatively slow. By noon, they had only traveled less than 5 kilometers and hadn't even crossed over the first small hill.

  Everyone moved slowly, like a group of tigers strolling through the forest, with combat effectiveness but obvious targets that were easy to become prey. I tried my best to lower my body, so as not to become the first target for snipers. Walking in the woods, everywhere was waist-high grass, which meant it was an ideal environment for ambushes. If a dozen big men with guns suddenly stood up from the grass now, I wouldn't be surprised at all.

  The point man at the very front is always the vanguard. As long as he's there, the point man will forever be him, that's why we call him the vanguard. I really admire him because the point man is always the first to expose himself to enemy fire, and doing it once can give you a taste of being on edge, worried and fearful. And yet he's been doing this for four years now, everyone jokes that it's a leftover habit from when he was a ranger. Because his catchphrase still remains "Rangers, Lead the way!"

  Everyone walked silently, I turned my head to take a look at Wan'er beside me, she had been expressionless and silent since we killed that captive. Yang Jian was comforting her on the side, Li Ming didn't have time to care about them, he was busy protecting several other Chinese workers with four guards. Slowly we climbed up the slope, the scout just poked his head out and immediately crouched back down.

  "Enemy patrol! A squad of 80 men, 500 meters down the mountain, in a V-formation, with 6 belts (general-purpose machine guns) and 4 chimneys (rocket artillery)" The vanguard's voice came over the radio.

  "Assassins, elites, kittens, beauties, boards, cowboys, devils, bottom fires, you few stay behind and beware of those bastards' sneak attacks. The rest follow me up!" the captain ordered over the wireless radio.

  I carried my gun and followed the captain, Li Ming, Yang Jian and his guards also came up, while Xiao Mao and others covered our backs to prevent anyone from sneaking up behind us. Slowly we climbed to the top of the mountain, looking down, two rows of cavalry were slowly searching over from the opposite slope, not green berets, but Ugandan army, Yang Jian was squatting beside me, constantly wiping sweat.

  "For the first time?" I asked softly.

  "Of course! Last time I arrived at the front line just in time for the commendation ceremony. This time, I mustn't miss it again!" Yang Jian turned his head and looked at me with a smile, saying: "This is not common in China!"

  "Let's just get this over with!" I turned my head, propped up the bipod, and took aim at the enemy below.

  The sound of a group of people pulling the gun machine sounds thrilling. It gives a strong sense of support, as if we have many people like us.

  "Machine gun, Criminal Heaven, chimney priority. Mortar second wave, I demand the first shot to hit. Otherwise, we'll just wait for bullets! Wait for them to get down to the foot of the mountain and then open fire, wait for my command." The captain arranged the battle plan.

  I slowly adjusted my gun's sight, then aimed at the last one with a rocket launcher on his back, and slowly said: "The farthest chimney to the right!"

  "Hard to port!" the helmsman reported

  "The far right strap!"

  "Second belt on the right!"

  "BOSS is mine!"

  “。。。。。。”

  Everyone started reporting their own locked targets. Without wireless radio, Yang Jian and Li Ming could only keep moving the gun mouth, aiming at other targets.

  It looks like it's going to be very busy.

  Just as everyone had locked onto their target and was waiting for the order to fire, the search party on the other side suddenly stopped, with one of the commanders in the middle seemingly receiving a phone call.

  "Fire!" The captain no longer hesitated and fired the first shot.

  A red mist burst out from the chest of the target in my scope, I had made up my mind about the first target, and the sound of Yang Jian 84S also came from beside. I kept moving the muzzle, aiming at the next target, but I only fired three shots before a hail of bullets came shooting back, hitting the ground in front of me, accompanied by the familiar "popping" sounds.

  He hastily shrunk his head and lay on the ground, but when he saw me still counterattacking, he gritted his teeth and got up again, picking up his gun to start firing. The gunfire kept striking the primer, producing a "ding! ding!" sound, as the shell casings jumped out of the chamber with smoke. Because the enemy had discovered us too early, our grenade attack was ineffective. The enemies in front quickly found cover, leaving behind over 30 corpses and hiding behind trees. The hail of bullets made the grass leaves fly wildly, but didn't hit many enemies. Fortunately, four rocket launchers were destroyed, but unfortunately, they were picked up again.

  "RPG!" I shouted, and immediately fell to the ground. The grey giant's tail landed right in front of us, five meters away from Yang Jian's sword. The massive explosion force lifted him off the ground, sending him flying from a prone position to a seated one before crashing back down again.

  "Draw your sword!" I shouted as I rolled over beside him and shook his body violently with my left hand.

  "Piss off! Piss off! I'm fine! I'm fine! Screw this shit! This is really stimulating!" Yang Jian shook the mud off his head, flipped over and got up again, picked up his gun and fired another three-shot burst. One of the guys who poked his head out was hit in the belly and rolled around on the ground.

  Seeing that the kid was fine, I didn't bother with him again and focused on counterattacking. At this time, a gunshot suddenly came from behind, damn it! The thing I feared most had happened, those guys couldn't hold back after all. We have to end this quickly, Xiaomao and the others won't be able to hold out for much longer.

  "Teargas!" The captain shouted. Although the effect of using teargas in this environment was not as good as it would be indoors, there was no other way to do it.

  "Bang, bang..." Ten rounds of tear gas were fired in a row. The pungent smell wafted through the air, and we, who were upwind, didn't even realize that our faces were streaming with tears. As for the enemy below, it's not worth mentioning. Russian stuff is just overbearing!

  Squinting, I gritted my teeth against the nausea and burning sensation caused by the chloroacetophenone. In the scope, I searched for moving targets. Having only inhaled a little from upwind, I was already like this; those below were even more unbearable. Sure enough, within two minutes, the crowd below began to flee towards the mountain top. We started picking them off with bullets, and whoever got hit didn't have to suffer from the tear gas anymore. The other side blindly fired rockets at us, covering others as they retreated. Next to me, Yang Jian continued firing, hitting several people before standing up and squatting down, still shooting while shouting.

  "Haha, take my bullet!" To be honest, this guy's marksmanship is pretty good, and his spirit is commendable, but he just doesn't know when to quit.

  I yanked him down just in time as several bullets whizzed through where he had been standing, sending up a cloud of dirt.

  "Major, your marksmanship is good, but on the battlefield, you need to remember two things. First, don't give the enemy a conspicuous target. Second, don't point the muzzle at your own comrades, or else the enemy won't kill you, but your comrades will smash your face." I cursed, pointing at the scorch marks from his shell casings on my face, anyway we're not in the same unit, so I'm not afraid of him taking revenge.

  Yang Jian didn't scold me, but instead lay back down and didn't get up again. Li Ming smiled at me and nodded beside him. The situation had become one-sided, I didn't even have time to fire my gun again, there were no more moving people on the opposite mountain slope, and from discovering the enemy to annihilating the target, it only took 5 minutes!

  We left a few people to guard the line, and the others quickly retreated towards the team. Before we even reached the edge of the team, three bullets hit the monk's chest, knocking him over. I didn't have time to check if he was dead or alive, so I aimed my gun at the figure that had flashed by earlier and fired a shot, but the opponent dodged it. I switched my shooting mode to continuous fire, scanning and firing while dragging the monk's body behind me as I rushed towards a tree. I put down his body and then continued to rush towards the team. Bullets kept hitting the grass leaves around me, and I tried to crouch low, reducing my visible area to minimize the chance of being hit. The bullets whizzed past my ears, making my heart leap into my throat as I feared that one of them might accidentally hit me.

  I ran and stopped, finding cover while returning fire. There were many of us coming down, the enemy's firepower was scattered, and the threat to us grew smaller. REDBACK, Butcher, and Big Bear's machine guns rushed back, and the enemy quickly retreated as their firepower was no match. Watching several black shadows quickly disappear into the woods, I raised my gun and slowly aimed at the last shadow. Quickly calming down, I aligned the crosshairs on his back, and immediately pulled the trigger. The recoil pushed the butt of the rifle against my shoulder, and the black shadow fell forward as if struck, but quickly got up and ran forward again. By the time I fired my second shot, the shadow had already disappeared into the woods, and Wolfman and the others had quickly followed along the blood trail.

  I slowly put down my gun, it's a hit, I don't know how long he can survive, but even if he doesn't die from the gunshot, I estimate he won't be able to escape the werewolf's pursuit. I walked to the middle of the team with my gun, Xiaomao and Jingying were lightly injured and bandaging themselves, a refugee was shot dead on the ground, Huo Yan had been hit in the leg and sat under a tree holding his gun, gritting his teeth, no team members were killed or injured, which made me very happy, and I felt at ease.

  The captain called the doctor down from above, and soon the doctor rushed down from the front line with a look of anxiety on his face. He said something to the captain, who was shocked and quickly ran up the mountain. Seeing the captain's reaction, everyone's heart skipped a beat. But without an order, no one dared to move, and we all suppressed our anxiety in our hearts, waiting for what would happen next. All we could do now was pray that it wasn't our closest comrade who had been hit. Although this mindset is somewhat despicable, it can't be denied - no one wants the person who died to be their closest "brother". We all understood each other's selfishness.

  I searched among the crowd, Butcher was fine, Assassin, Big Bear, Vanguard, Devil, Quick Blade, all my comrades who seemed to be in good terms with me were fine. My heart slightly put down a bit. Not long after, Doctor finished bandaging and everyone set off together, rushing towards the top of the hill to confirm who had died. On the top of the hill, two people were lying there, as we rushed closer, one was an unknown soldier brought by a government military officer, and the other was our Wolf Pack comrade, not familiar with me, I only knew his nickname was Crazy, he's Brazilian.

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