Chapter 23: Night Raid

  After entering the jungle, we walked for less than two steps and saw the rebel army's front line position. There were several PKM machine guns set up on the position, all pointing at the road we came from. The little boy who led us jumped out of the bunker and took us deeper into the jungle. After walking for less than ten minutes, we saw the rebel base in the jungle. It was a dilapidated cement wall, simple wooden houses, and soldiers dressed in strange clothes that didn't look like military personnel at all, but rather like an American gang. One guy with sunglasses, wearing jeans, and a mobile phone on his waist, looked like a tourist, ran out.

  "Hey! My friends, welcome to the jungle!" The guy greeted enthusiastically.

  "Hello! Commander! We're late, sorry about that!" The captain and the man exchanged greetings.

  "Butcher, where is the slow machine?" I asked, grabbing the butcher.

  "Behind you!" The butcher pointed at a church-like building in the distance.

  I rushed to the church, pushed open the large door of the church, and a bloody smell mixed with alcohol hit my face. Inside were all wounded people, about several dozen, Kusakabe was lying under a window on the right side, his upper garment had been removed, his wound had been bandaged, he looked very clear-headed, Akuma sat beside him.

  "Hey, Xing Tian! I heard about it! You gave those guys a good scolding on my behalf! Well done, kiddo!" Just as I was wondering how to start the conversation, the Quick and Slow Machines took the initiative to greet me.

  "I... uh! ...I..." I opened my mouth but couldn't say anything, in the end I could only squeeze out two words: "Thank you!"

  "Haha! You owe me one!" The swift departure from the battlefield became a humorous opportunity.

  "I owe you one!" I said seriously.

  "I hope you won't have a chance to return it." The sewing machine also said seriously, and one sentence brought out tears from the bottom of my heart.

  A strong arm wrapped around my neck from behind, and the butcher's voice sounded in my ear: "I heard you've gone a bit crazy, done something quite bloody, it makes my heart race. You're a deep and mysterious bird!"

  "Hey, slowpoke, what a bummer! How come that bullet didn't hit you in the head!" The werewolves also walked in.

  "FUCK YOU! I'd rather die than you!" The slow machine flipped out its middle finger and cursed.

  "Want me to give you a shot...". Everyone burst out laughing together. Seeing the slow machine still joking, my mood improved a bit.

  The sound of gunfire outside reminded us that we were still on the battlefield. The captain walked in, took a look at the injuries of the machine gunner and signaled for us to go out with him. We all went out together and entered a wooden hut temporarily set up next door. The stylish commander and several important leaders were there, with a map spread out on the table. When they saw us coming in, everyone stood up and shook hands with us warmly.

  After the introduction, everyone started talking about the matter at hand. The commander stood up and said: "Sorry everyone, originally we hoped you could help us take over the arsenal in this garrison, but two days ago the government army suddenly launched a large-scale attack on us, driving us out of our original city to here. Even if you capture that arsenal, we won't be able to retrieve those weapons, so the original mission can't proceed and the deal may have to be cancelled. Moreover, we don't have much ammunition left and will have to retreat soon. You just helped us drive back their vanguard troops, thank you for that. As a token of gratitude, we'll waive the deposit payment."

  I'm on fire, they want to retreat, now the slow machine is injured, we can't march in the jungle at all, isn't this pushing us to a dead end?

  "We want your money, what the f*** are you doing? My brother is hurt, where are we supposed to retreat now?" I shouted.

  "We have no choice, we are short of ammunition, and we hired you to get us the ammunition. Without ammunition, how can we fight? We don't want to retreat either, do you know what those bastards will do if they come in? They'll kill everyone here and burn everything down. This is our home, do you think we want that?" The only female military leader stood up.

  "Xing Tian!" The captain called out to me sternly: "I apologize for my man's words. My brother is injured and cannot enter the jungle again, you said we are now facing the vanguard, so when will their main force arrive?"

  "Tomorrow afternoon!" one of them said

  "If we fulfill our agreement and get you ammunition, will you fight?" the captain asked.

  "That's impossible... The ammunition dump is too far away, we can't go there to transport back those ammunitions." said the stylish commander.

  "Are you guys daring enough to go to the village across and bring back ammunition after we've taken out all the guards?" the captain asked.

  "That's no problem, but..."

  "There's no buts, they have a supply unit following their vanguard, with enough ammunition for you to last three years. Tonight, we'll pass by the village across from here, and when you see our signal, charge over to receive your weapons. Then, we'll help you hold this place down, how about that?" The captain cut off the stylish commander's words.

  "That's absolutely no problem, as long as we have ammunition, I can bring all the people on the mountain down, we not only can defend this place, but also launch a counterattack." The commander had already begun planning for a great future before he even got his hands on the ammunition.

  "Alright then, the agreement continues, we will give you the ammunition you seized." The captain ended the meeting.

  Under the captain's invincible momentum, these amateur commanders all shut up. After the captain led us out of the house and ordered the assassin to investigate the deployment of the replenishment team, he asked us to rest as soon as possible and prepare for tonight's battle. Two hours later, before dusk, the assassin returned, bringing back a rough map of the enemy's deployment. The captain looked at it and then convened a meeting.

  "This is the sketch brought back by the assassin, it can be seen that these fools set up an ammunition depot on the right rear side, far from the main force. In front of the barracks, behind the arsenal, there are about 80 soldiers stationed here and there are mobile sentries. We will act at midnight tonight, without the cover of the fast machine, everyone must be careful. The medicine on our bodies is not much, the fast machine needs more anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics, the medical supplies are just next to the arsenal, we both need them, let's take as many as we can before those starving ghosts do. This battle is not easy to fight, everyone must be careful!" The captain gave out the orders.

  "YES SIR!" everyone said.

  "Right, captain, I arrived just as they were about to have dinner, and I added some seasoning to their meal." The assassin waved two empty tranquilizer bottles at us.

  "Great job, Assassin!" The captain patted the assassin's head and said: "Everyone pay attention, although we've administered the drug, there are too many people and its effect is limited. First, let's start with the barracks. Butcher, Xingtian, Assassin, Wolfman, you four take care of the people in the barracks, it must be absolutely quiet. Demon and I will take care of the wind. Everyone get ready to go!"

  "Wolf pack!"

  “HOO-AH！”

  After eating, we all sat in two rows in the corner of the wall, drew out our military knives, and slowly wiped them. Looking at the slow gray blade, there was a kind of thrilling sharpness that made one's heart itch. Tonight's sneak attack will rely on it. Looking at the butcher opposite, he stroked his strange military knife like a lover, with a bloodthirsty excitement flashing in his eyes. The werewolf had a BuckMaster184 blue blog military knife in his hand, and the assassin had a UNITED UC1232. It seems that everyone's hobbies are different. A group of people sat there grinding their knives, the corridor was filled with a dead atmosphere, scaring many guys who wanted to pass by here to detour.

  I slowly applied camouflage paint to my face while glancing at the waterproof watch on my hand, half an hour left until midnight action. A hint of madness seeped into everyone's eyes, 7 people taking on 80 soldiers, a crazy mission, but even crazier was the endless killing intent in our hearts. The captain and the devil came to us, saw our ideal combat state and nodded in satisfaction.

  "Come on, beasts! Let's go tear them apart!" The captain opened the "beast cage".

  Under the gaze of everyone, we followed the route surveyed by the assassin in the afternoon and entered the swamp. Twenty minutes later, we approached the enemy's camp. It was a rainy night, with dense forests and enemies everywhere. Except for the muddy water flowing over our noses and the snakes swimming in front of us, there was almost nothing different. Silently and stealthily, we slowly approached the enemy's camp. To our surprise, the large military camp had only four sentries walking back and forth listlessly. It seemed that although the assassin's poison hadn't put them to sleep, their spirits were all affected to varying degrees.

  The captain pointed to a sentry for each of us, then drew his index finger across his neck, indicating that we should take out one sentry each. We nodded and slipped back into the water, each heading in a different direction towards the thicket. I landed 15 meters away and slowly made my way to my target, knife drawn. This was my third time taking someone down from behind, and it had become second nature. As I approached, I heard the butcher's signal, and when the two sentries were facing away from each other, I sprang out of the thicket and pounced on my target. At the same time, another dark figure emerged from the side and took down the other sentry, covering his mouth with one hand while slicing across his neck with the other. The sound was like a zipper cutting through leather - "zzzip!" - as the specially designed blade easily severed the sentry's neck, leaving only a thin layer of skin holding it together. After dragging the body into the forest, I and the butcher slowly made our way towards the military camp, followed by the werewolf and assassin from behind. The four of us slipped into the first tent on the right side of the first row of barracks.

  In the tent, there were two rows of beds. Eight soldiers lay before us like dead pigs. I exchanged a glance with the butcher and nodded. I slowly crouched down beside the bed in front of me, slowly placed my hand on his face, aimed the knife at his heart, suddenly covered his mouth, and then slashed his throat. There was no struggle, no sound, only the "hissing" sound of blood spraying from the arteries. Stepping over the corpse in front of me, I walked to the second bed, covered the nose and mouth, slashed the throat, there was no struggle, no sound, only the sound of blood.

  The second tent, the third tent... The four of us were like butchers, rushing from one tent to another, covering their mouths and cutting their throats, covering their mouths and cutting their throats... Until my whole body was soaked in blood, smelling like a block of sponge soaked in blood plasma, the pungent smell of blood made me excited again and again.

  I've already cut the throats of eighteen people, we slowly crawled into the last tent, this tent had four beds but only one person was inside. It seemed like there were still three more people in the ammunition depot behind. Looking at the last lucky kid, everyone burst out laughing quietly, over seventy soldiers were taken down just like that, easier than imagined.

  Shaking his sore arm, he didn't think that even a single movement to kill someone would be so tiring. Everyone made a please gesture to the butcher, and the butcher didn't decline, covering the person's mouth. However, he didn't move to kill him. The person on the bed woke up with a start, opening his eyes wide in preparation to struggle, but we pressed down on his limbs at the side. The butcher slowly leaned his face closer, staring into his eyes, then raised the knife and slowly inserted it into his heart, watching as his gaze changed from shock to terror to despair and finally to dull gray. The butcher took a deep breath, as if inhaling the person's escaping life force.

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