Chapter Thirteen: Sneak Attack

  I saw a soldier walking out, I quickly shrunk back and lay down, taking a glance at the devil and cowboy. The devil had already drawn his military knife and gave me a signal with his eyes, if we were discovered, he wanted me to attract the enemy's attention so that he could take him down! Why am I so unlucky? Lying in the bushes, I also drew out my military knife, not daring to use the silencer pistol. No matter how small the sound of the silencer pistol was, at such a close distance, the sound of the gun mechanism striking the bullet's primer would be unmistakable! No matter how incompetent the opponent was, I didn't want to take this risk!

  This guy, walking with a swagger, humming a little tune, stopped right above my head, about a meter away from me. Before long, a stream of urine with a strong smell of alcohol came pouring down from the sky and drenched me. Damn! The foul odor made my blood boil. This kid hadn't finished peeing yet, it had already been two minutes! What the hell is wrong with his aim? Why did he have to pee right on top of me?! I'll never hide behind a small tree again! Looking at the evil grin on his face, full of experience and seeming to say "I knew this would happen", no wonder he didn't want such good cover.

  Finally finished urinating, the little guy turned around and was about to go back inside when he looked up at the watchtower. Seeing no one there, he hesitated for a moment! He quickly grabbed the gun on his shoulder and opened his mouth to shout for help. As soon as he looked up, I knew something was wrong, so I rushed over, covering his nose and mouth with my left hand while stabbing him in the back with my right-hand military knife. Due to my clumsy legs, the knife didn't enter his lung at an angle as expected, but instead stabbed into his right waist. The guy let out a grunt, elbowing me in the stomach, causing me to loosen my grip and allowing him to break free. Just as he was about to shout again, a bloodline sprayed from his neck, and the devil had already slit his throat with one knife stroke. His head fell to the ground with a thud, and before his body could fall, the devil caught it. At the same time, Cowboy rushed over to the window, holding six open-ring attack grenades in both hands, threw them inside, and I and the devil quickly jumped down the slope.

  "Boom!" A loud noise. The wooden house above our heads was blown to pieces, and limbs kept falling from the sky, indicating the owner's tragic fate! At the same time, two other houses also transmitted explosive sounds! Then came a burst of Gatling machine gun fire, and I, Devil, and Cowboy rushed up, looking at the half-collapsed wooden house in front of us, checking if there were any enemies left that could still counterattack. After a glance, apart from a house full of flesh, it seemed like no one was intact. Suddenly, a half-table in the corner of the wall moved, and we three opened fire together, shooting the table to pieces. A person with only half their body left crawled out from behind the table and fell to the ground. We swept our eyes around again, and anything that could "move" was shot dead without mercy. After checking another house and confirming there were no survivors, we looked up and scanned the other houses. Only the middle house remained standing, but it had been riddled with holes by the Gatling machine gun. With guns in hand, we approached the middle house. The door opened, and a man covered in blood crawled out. As soon as he showed his head, Cowboy shot him back into the house.

  Through the hole, you can hear that there are still people alive inside. When the door is opened, it becomes clear why so many people in this house did not die. The reason is that we threw assault grenades earlier, which kill living targets or destroy fortifications and buildings near the blast point with shock waves generated after explosion. They threw killing grenades, which use shrapnel to kill people. The nail-like shrapnel from the grenade pierced the bodies of the people, filling them with nails.

  "Hey, hey." The butcher walked in with his M249 SAW, looking at the wounded on the ground and said excitedly: "Who did this? Well done, leaving me so many toys to play with!" Hearing his words, I could foresee the tragic fate of these people.

  "Haha, sorry about that, I didn't bring any offensive grenades!" Big Bear came out to admit his mistake. It turned out he was the one who had "harmed" these people. After checking, there were still seven "survivors", and all the others were gone. The team leader took out a satellite phone and started contacting the base to arrange for someone to come pick us up. The mission was complete, but unexpectedly, over 100 people, from the first battle to the final annihilation, in less than 12 hours, this is modern warfare.

  I was watching the butcher "kindly" help the wounded "clean their wounds", which actually meant pulling out nails from the meat, and with one pull, a big piece of skin and flesh came off. Suddenly, the captain sniffed the air and said: "What's that smell?"

  I hadn't even had time to respond when the demon chimed in: "It's Xing Tian, he got peed on! Haha, and it smells like booze too!"

  With a "brush", everyone stood far away from me. The bottom fire that patted my shoulder just now hurriedly wiped its hand on the big bear's body, and while wiping, it said: "Fortunately, I only touched it once, otherwise I would have lost big!!"

  The captain took a look: "Are you hiding behind the tree? Don't hide behind the tree closest to the door, especially when people are fighting in the house!" Then, he also slowly retreated to the corner.

  "You didn't mention this when you were tutoring me the other day! Asshole!"

  The room fell silent for a moment, even the butcher stopped what he was doing and stared at me. Suddenly, everyone in the house burst out laughing, Big Bear laughed while patting my shoulder with such force that I almost fell over. Even I couldn't help but be infected by the atmosphere and started laughing along with them. Only the wounded on the ground looked at us, their eyes wide with shock.

  Can't bear to watch the butcher's "work", I moved a stool and sat outside, staring blankly at the rain curtain. The captain and everyone else gathered around.

  "What's on your mind, Xing Tian?" the captain asked me.

  "It's like I'm dreaming! First, I encountered a murderer for the first time, then I met a butcher who almost strangled me to death. After that, I was forced to follow him in the mountains for a week. Then, I met you guys and followed you here to join the battle, killing so many people. It's like we're making a movie or something." I stared intently at the rain curtain, as if I was watching a show.

  "How do you feel? Are you still afraid of us?" the captain asked me.

  "I'm not saying it clearly, but over the past few days, I feel like I've changed. Rather than being afraid of you all, it's more accurate to say that I'm afraid of whether or not I can survive on the battlefield." I looked at my hand, clenched into a fist.

  "Do you know why they call us a pack of wolves? One wolf can't do anything, but a pack of wolves can tear everything apart. Mercenaries are like wolves, we can only survive on the battlefield if we stick together, as long as we stand united, nothing can bring me down!" The captain hugged me.

  Suddenly a fist appeared in front of me, it was Cowboy, then Quickdraw blocked the fist with his own, followed by Big Bear, Bottom Fire, Devil, Doctor,... Butcher, and finally Captain. They were all standing together forming a circle with only one spot left empty. I trembled slightly as I stretched out my fist to fill in the gap.

  "Welcome to Wolfpack Mercenaries." The captain said with a smile. Then he shouted: "Wolfpack!"

  "Hoo-ah!", "HOO-AH" shouted a dozen or so people in unison.

  The earth-shaking sound was like a fire that burned into my heart, burning away the unease that had been accumulating at the bottom of my heart.

  The friendship in teammates' eyes was like a heavy hammer that shattered the loneliness they had been carrying for many days.

  I feel a sense of relief, and the power of everyone's pats on my shoulder seems to have been transmitted into my body.

  The distant sound of the Night Eagle's rumble came, and the Eagle Eye was here to pick us up. Once again on the Night Eagle, I no longer had the same confusion and terror as before! Instead, I felt a bit more pleasure and relaxation.

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