Chapter 10: The Madwoman

  With a difficult pull of the trigger, Zhao Ziyang locked onto a Pashtun man with a full beard in front of him and gritted his teeth to fire.

  "Bang", a dull gunshot sounded, the sniper bullet whizzed past this Pashtun's body and flew towards the distant sky.

  He fiercely wiped the sticky fresh blood on his eyes, Zhao Ziyang held his breath, using his trembling right hand to pull the trigger again, aiming at the opponent. However, his strength was stuck in the last step of loading the gun, and he ultimately failed to load this bullet. The severe pain from his chest and abdomen made him lose all his strength, the figure in front of him became blurred, and there were only buzzing sounds in his ears.

  He was knocked over twice by rockets, his lungs severely damaged, and the reckless dash to the top of the mountain with a tightly wrapped nerve made him unbearable under this devastating blow. The fresh blood on his forehead flowed down again, covering his eyes, and the whole world turned crimson.

  "Zhilak... idiot, hold on!" A wireless radio transmission sound came from the front, and Angie's voice was heard.

  Upon hearing Angel's voice, Zhao Ziyang immediately struggled to lift his head, wiped the fresh blood from his eyes once more, and fished out a small earpiece embedded in his clothes.

  "Uh..." Zhao Ziyang shifted his body slightly, letting out a pained groan as he curled up, taking deep breaths into the earpiece and saying: "An... An Qi'er... Huh huh... You... you... want to play me to death..."

  "Idiot!" Angie's curse came through the wireless.

  "I'm going to scold you to death!" Hearing An Qi'er curse him, Zhao Zi Yang got angry and roared with all his might: "You didn't even give me a single bullet for my rifle, yet you dare to call me an idiot? Are you still a noble? I think you're just an unreasonable shrew!"

  ！”

  The radio broadcast a rough and heavy breathing sound. It was obvious that An Qi'er had been infuriated by Zhao Zi Yang's words, to the point of almost being out of breath.

  "Didn't I tell you to use a sniper rifle?" Angie's voice was abnormally cold, even transmitting the sound of her teeth chattering.

  "When did I ever say that I'm a sniper?" Zhao Ziyang almost fainted, his mouth opening to let out violent coughs.

  Accompanied by coughing, fresh blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth again, and his whole body curled up even more fiercely, as if to defend against the pain of internal organs being twisted together.

  "But you didn't say anything either." Angie's voice was full of innocence.

  "Anqi'er, you idiot, hide your thoughts of training me to be a sniper. I hate snipers the most, those guys who only shoot cold guns in secret."

  "Who are you calling an idiot? Who are you making snide remarks about? Do you dare insult me?"

  "I'm not just scolding you, I'm also going to spank your butt!"

  "How dare you!"

  Anqi'er was about to go crazy, she had never met such a shameless man, he actually dared to scold her and even wanted to spank her own butt! Kill him, must kill him!

  "Hurry, hurry, on top, on top, grenade, grenade!" The Pashtuns rushing up the mountain shouted loudly, one of them pulled out a hand grenade and threw it towards Zhao Ziyang's position.

  A dark and sinister hand grenade drew a parabolic trajectory, still accurately beside Zhao Ziyang.

  Zhao Ziyang curled up together and suddenly rolled to the side, holding his head in both hands and pressing himself against the ground to avoid the explosion of the hand grenade.

  "Boom!" The spot where Zhao Ziyang had been lying was blown out of a crater, and rocks and soil smashed into his face. The explosion's soundwave shook his head even more dizzy, and the buzzing in his ears started again.

  "Angel, you idiot woman, if you don't help me out now, you'll be waiting for my corpse!" Zhao Ziyang shouted loudly at the wireless radio to Angel.

  This woman is the most extreme among all the women he has ever met in his life: a lunatic, a female lunatic!!!

  He glanced at the sniper rifle that was damaged by the grenade and took down an AK from his back, but as soon as he held it in his hand, he threw it to the ground: no bullets.

  ！

  Just at this moment he saw the Pathans rushing up the hill, and suddenly there was a confused murmur, and blood flowers burst out from among them.

  "Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!......" Every time a blood flower bursts forth, someone inevitably falls.

  Sniper, long-range sniper! No, this is ultra-long-range sniper!

  The Pashtuns who were being sniped at immediately shouted loudly and hid behind the mountain rocks, sticking out their rifles to fire randomly downwards. But soon they didn't dare show their heads again, because they couldn't find any targets, and anyone who showed their head was accurately sniped.

  "Idiot, there's a helicopter pickup five kilometers west of the mountain pass!" Angel's voice rang out, and Zhao Ziyang could clearly hear Angel speaking while firing her gun to provide cover.

  "Crazy woman!" Zhao Ziyang cursed loudly and immediately dragged his heavily injured body to run westward, looking for the helicopter that was supposed to pick him up.

  "Boom! Boom! Boom!..." A deafening explosion shook the ground, Zhao Ziyang turned his head to look down at the mountain, and saw that half of the village was instantly flattened, with a raging fire burning and spreading to the other half.

  "No! No!"

  "Go back! Go back! Quick, quick!"

  “……”

  As the village was blown up by explosives, the Pashtuns in Darra village let out a frantic cry and rushed out from behind the rocks, running desperately towards their village. The village itself wasn't important; what mattered were their arms workshops, which were their tools for survival.

  Watching the Pashtuns rush down the mountain like crazy, Zhao Ziyang stood up and fiercely raised a middle finger towards a certain position on the mountain.

  With a loud "clang", a fist-sized rock beside him suddenly made a noise and then heavily smashed onto Zhao Ziyang's body, instantly knocking him to the ground.

  "Special forces, you're dead for sure!" Angel's icy voice came from the wireless radio.

  Obviously, Zhao Ziyang was flipping her off, and then she gave Zhao Ziyang a little lesson with a sniper rifle.

  。

  Wolfishly getting up from the ground, Zhao Ziyang limped and ran towards the helicopter's location. She suddenly felt a little afraid of An Qi'er, if the bullet head had deviated slightly earlier, she might have had an extra hole in her body.

  Propping himself up and running to the mountain col in the west, Zhao Ziyang saw the helicopter parked there, and saw the Ancestor Bird, which was responsible for air transportation and striking.

  "Special soldier, are you okay? Hahaha..." The Ancestral Bird let out a hearty laugh, looking at Zhao Zi Yang's blood-soaked body with great interest.

  "Shut up, dead bird!" Zhao Ziyang glared at the Archaeopteryx as he climbed into the helicopter and collapsed onto the cabin floor with a sigh of relief.

  "Hey, special forces, don't be so angry, you're the first one to be treated like this by the deputy commander, you must cherish it well, hahaha...". The Ancestral Bird laughed heartlessly and started the helicopter.

  At this time, Zhao Ziyang had no energy to argue with the ancestral bird. In a safe environment, he naturally fell into a coma under the self-protection system of his body, and his brain cut off the central nervous control over his body.

  While he was unconscious, he felt someone punching him hard in the body, but he couldn't feel any pain and couldn't wake up. Apart from that, he vaguely heard a woman's angry scolding...

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  It hurts, my whole body hurts, it hurts like all the bones in my body are broken.

  This was Zhao Ziyang's first feeling after waking up, he struggled to open his eyes and saw the smiling face of Ling Hu in front of him. But Ling Hu's smile only appeared for a moment before disappearing, replaced by an icy beauty with a cold face: An Qi'er!

  Just as he came back to his senses, Angel was in front of him. Before Zhao Zi Yang could react, he felt himself being grabbed by Angel and then a burst of cloud and mist, drifting away into the distance.

  With a loud crash, Zhao Ziyang was slammed against the wall by Angie and then smashed to the ground with a crisp and neat movement, making the pain of broken bones even more severe.

  The pain was in the ribs, with at least two broken ribs, but I clearly remember that at the time, only my lung was injured, and the ribs were fine!

  "I..."

  "Bang"

  ！”

  Just as Zhao Ziyang was about to speak, a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and his cheek collided heavily with An Qi'er's small leather boot, causing him to fly out again with blood spouting from his mouth and nose.

  "With a loud crash, Zhao Ziyang's body overturned the bed. He curled up into a ball under two consecutive violent blows, his body convulsing in spasms."

  "Angela!!!", the spirit fox shouted at Angela, pointing to the door and angrily saying: "Get out! You can't treat my patient like this!"

  "Hmph!" Anqi snorted coldly, glanced at Zhao Ziyang who was convulsing on the ground, flicked her hair and walked out elegantly.

  "Uh......uh......" Zhao Ziyang let out a barely tolerable groan, beads of sweat the size of soybeans emerging on his forehead, dripping drop by drop onto the ground.

  Seeing Zhao Ziyang's miserable state, Ling Hu walked up to him with a helpless expression and helped him onto a hospital bed. He reached out and touched his ribcage, then said apologetically, "Special forces soldier, I'm really sorry, but your ribs are fractured again. You'll have to bear it."

  Groaning in pain and gasping for cold air, Zhao Ziyang asked painfully: "I... I... my... how did my ribs break?"

  After asking this question, Zhao Ziyang curled up and lay on the hospital bed, covering his broken ribs with both hands and gritting his teeth.

  "I'll tell you it was the deputy captain who hit you? Of course, I won't tell you." Ling Huai had an "I don't know" expression on her face, quickly tying Zhao Ziyang's hands and feet to the hospital bed. She smiled and said softly: "Don't worry, I'm very gentle, let me help you set your bones."

  Zhao Ziyang nodded, he knew that among all the hidden base members, Ling Huo was one of the least abnormal, and also mischievous, lively, lovely and gentle.

  "Ahhh……" A pig-like scream suddenly came out of Zhao Ziyang's mouth, his eyes bulged almost to the point of bursting, instantly filling with bloodshot veins, and his mouth corners flowed with saliva mixed with pain and blood.

  "Oh no, sorry about that! I think I messed up." Upon hearing Zhao Ziyang's cry of pain, Ling Hu quickly apologized with a look of anxiety and then hurriedly corrected her bone-setting. She comforted Zhao Ziyang by saying: "Bear with it for a bit, actually I'm not very good at setting bones for people, you're my first guinea pig..."

  Zha Zi Yang's face was deep purple, with bulging veins, and he hadn't caught his breath yet. He lay heavily on the bed, closing his bloodshot eyes, having been tormented by Ling Hu until he fainted...