Chapter 39: The Battle of the Barracks

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  That night, the Lone Wolf returned to the base of what was called "China Camp". After taking a look at the madman's situation being stable, the Lone Wolf's hanging heart finally put down.

  He comforted the madman lying in bed for a few words and turned to walk towards the barracks temporarily assigned to his squad.

  "Bang!" The basketball slammed into Zhan Lang's face while he was walking in a daze. Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted from beside him.

  "Baby soldier, weaned yet?" A soldier with a physique rivaling that of a chicken's eye sneered at the lone wolf.

  "Are you Burmese?" asked the lone wolf, wiping the dirt off his face with a practiced Khmer phrase.

  The big man was taken aback by the Khmer language spoken in a rough tone, and immediately said loudly, "I am Vietnamese, where are you from?" While speaking, the big man walked over with enthusiasm, wiping his hands.

  It's not easy to meet fellow countrymen in a foreign land. The big Han obviously took the leftover wolf as Vietnamese or Burmese.

  Looking at the smile on Lang's face, Da Han excitedly patted his shoulder. At this moment, Lang grabbed the other party's outstretched hand with one hand, and his right foot kicked out fiercely!

  The big man who was just swaggering about had his hands covering his lower body and was crouching on the ground, his companion couldn't help but shrink his neck and subconsciously covered his own lower body with both hands. This kid is too sinister!

  He glanced at the companions of the big man who had been subdued on the court, and the residual wolf squatted down to pat the pale face of the big man, saying in a low voice, "Sorry, I'm Chinese. Damn Vietnamese monkey!"

  After finishing speaking, the lone wolf pulled out his military dagger and brandished it at the crowd before turning around and walking towards his barracks.

  "What's the point of arguing with those little devils?" said Qiangzi, putting down his stainless steel cup at the entrance of the barracks.

  The wolf glared at him and rolled his eyes, the basketball didn't hit your face, did it? He glanced in the mirror at the red mark on his face, then casually grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom.

  He had injuries on his body, and the Lone Wolf could only hide and simply wipe the wound. After changing into a clean combat uniform, the Lone Wolf walked out. Unexpectedly, in less than ten minutes, the outside became lively.

  Outside the barracks, a man with a gloomy gaze led over a dozen people to block the entrance. The knife and others were somewhat delighted by the misfortune of others. Seeing Can Lang come out, the knife deliberately said loudly, "Can Lang, you kicked his younger brother's little brother to death. This guy is called Ban Er."

  Most people in the base were Chinese, and everyone burst into laughter when they heard the sound of Daozi's tone. This was not a glorious thing, and Yin Yi glared at Daozi with hatred before walking up to Can Lang. "I'm Ruan Long, want to play two hands?"

  Mercenary battles were a common occurrence, but others looked at Ruan Long with disdain when he actually found a child soldier to fight.

  The wolf patted the wound on his abdomen and readily agreed to the other party's request, "Alright, close combat, cold weapons."

  Seeing Zan Lang nod in agreement, the others quickly retreated and cleared out a circular area with a radius of five meters.

  Mercenaries have no concept of surrender; a fight will continue until one party is defeated.

  The dagger seemed to be not worried that the remaining wolf would lose, grabbed two steel helmets beside him and shouted for betting, a group of idle mercenary soldiers heard the words and swarmed up to start pressing bets.

  Helplessly looking at the knife's vicious behavior, the lone wolf drew out his own military dagger.

  Seeing the remnants of the wolf's weapon, Ruan Long's eyes couldn't help but jump. During the Sino-Vietnamese War, the Vietnamese people didn't suffer less from this thing, and many old soldiers on the battlefield turned pale at the mention of it.

  He twisted his neck and Ruan Long drew out his own weapon, a rare Tiger Tooth MT, which was said to be able to slash through the skin of a helicopter.

  "Putting on airs", Zhan Lang snorted and seemed to have not taken his opponent seriously.

  Two people's waists slightly arched, staring tightly at each other's eyes. Ruan Long tentatively struck out with a knife, Can Lang leaned back slightly and easily dodged it, while at the same time the military dagger in his hand shot towards Ruan Long's wrist like a poisonous snake spitting venom.

  Ruan Long's agile wrist deflected the remaining wolf's military dagger. The remaining wolf smiled slyly, and with a sudden burst of force, continued to stab inward. The military dagger and Ruan Long's MT rubbed violently, emitting a piercing sound, the flat blade tip rapidly enlarging in Ruan Long's field of vision. Ruan Long was intimidated by the remaining wolf's desperate fighting style, and had no choice but to use force to shake himself backward, jumping out of the attack range.

  The surrounding soldiers let out a sigh of relief, relying on their age to bully a young soldier, but unexpectedly fell behind again in the first round.

  Ruan Long's face turned pale, and he swung the MT in his hand and jumped back into the battle circle. The lone wolf suddenly felt a surge of pressure, and the military thorn was only suitable for stabbing, and excessive hard collisions with the opponent's weapon could easily cause it to break.

  He once again kicked his opponent's MT, and with a fierce jump, he planted one foot on the other's chest. Although compared to Ruan Long, Can Lang's strength was not great, it still made Ruan Long feel a bit suffocated, this kid had just kicked him right in the heart!

  Ruan Long was finally enraged, and Lang Hu secretly nodded in satisfaction, starting to drag out the time with his opponent, trying to find a weakness.

  His opponent's volume was about to split into two of himself, and the remaining wolf would not kick him hard. Seeing Ruan Long with a whip leg sweep over, he suddenly lowered his head and raised the military thorn in his hand!

  Ruan Long realized his mistake and wanted to pull his leg back, but it was too late. The bayonet of the disabled wolf had already pierced through Ruan Long's boot. Before the disabled wolf could use force to pull out the bayonet, Ruan Long quickly pulled his leg back, which made the disabled wolf laugh with amusement. This big fool is looking for trouble himself!

  Ruan Long Cheng crouched on the cement floor, while Can Lang shook off the nonexistent blood beads from his spear and began to circle around Ruan Long with a gloomy smile.

  This gave him a fright, and he hastily endured the severe pain, stood up with one foot on the ground, and kept turning around with the movement of the remaining wolves.

  But the wolf only circled around him, not attacking. At this time, Ruan Long was more anxious than anyone else, with a bloody hole in his foot. If they kept circling like this, even if the wolf didn't attack, he could still bleed to death.

  At last, the remaining wolf rushed up. Ruan Long had already lost his patience and swung the MT in his hand at the remaining wolf!

  What Ruan Long did not expect was that the remaining wolf had charged halfway and suddenly braked, jumping to the right to dodge Ruan Long's attack range. This jump almost ran to the back of Ruan Long, while Ruan Long, who lost his target, fell heavily on the cement floor due to an injury in one foot that made him lose control of his center of gravity.

  At this moment, Ruan Long regretted it, and he had already guessed his own outcome.

  The wolf indeed didn't give him a chance, before Ruan Long could react, he was slammed to the ground from behind, the military dagger in his hand pierced through Ruan Long's back and heart, and even reached the hard cement floor beneath.

  "Good!" "Well done!" The people around cheered, the wounded wolf got up, pulled out his own bayonet and picked up Ruan Long's Miao Hu Blade MT, then waved it at the crowd and returned to the barracks.

  No one cares about the corpses on the ground, this is a world of mercenaries, where might makes right.

  The lone wolf ran back into the bathroom to wipe away the bloodstains on his body, and only then did he have time to lie down on his own bed, lift up his clothes to take a look at the slightly bleeding wound. The lone wolf helplessly picked up the medical box from the table and changed his dressing once.

  The ointment with a hint of coolness applied to the wound quickly relieved the pain. After bandaging the wound, Can Lang picked up his spoils of war, Ruan Long's mighty tiger blade MT. In the empty barracks, Can Lang stared at the military knife in his hand and fell into a daze, wondering when his own military dagger would become someone else's spoils of war. He let out a sigh of despair and slowly drifted off to sleep.

  That night, the VX squad carried two coffins onto a transport plane. The body of Accurassy had been brought back by someone according to the coordinates, and Wolf Head had specially prepared two coffins for his Rattlesnake.

  The plane shook slowly and began to climb quickly, in the dark night sky, the lone wolf turned his head and looked at the Congo outside the porthole, where the lives of two brothers were left behind.

  At dawn, the transport plane slowly landed on a small island in the Pacific. A runway that almost spanned the entire island had been built here and was camouflaged, deceiving reconnaissance satellites wasn't too difficult.

  Ma Chong and others had received the order and had already arrived on this small island waiting for the return of Team VX. Everyone quickly loaded two coffins onto the plane, refueled it, and hastily took off.

  The VX squad didn't take a break, even the madman was supported and followed the crowd to carry two coffins to a relatively gentle slope on the small island. Burial, burial for the first batch of fallen soldiers of the VX squad.

  Two bright red coffins were slowly carried into the already dug graves. Salute, named gun, and Can Lang personally covered the coffins with a bright five-star red flag. Soft sand slowly buried everything that once belonged to the two, and two tombstones with only numbers engraved on them were fixed in the sandy soil. Can Lang took out two diamond ores and placed them on the tombstones.

  "Banzai!"

  A lone wolf let out a loud howl. 24 warriors stood in two neat rows in the morning light to pay their respects to their fallen comrades.