Chapter 20: Fellow Travelers Are Bound by Fate

  Leaning against the trembling cabin wall, the lone wolf hugged his gun and began to replenish his sleep. As a qualified old soldier, maintaining the most vigorous energy at all times was crucial to the outcome of every battle. Only those new recruits who had never been on the battlefield would think that war was an exciting thing.

  In the dead of night, the plane landed near a small village in Yadong County, less than 10 kilometers from the border. Six special forces soldiers, along with some stray wolves that had wandered over, snuck in under the cover of darkness.

  Zanlang, due to being "young", was specially taken care of by a group of warriors and stayed behind at the village head's large tree to perform a sniping mission. In the fluorescent-colored scope, three figures crouched and entered a stone-built house. Unexpectedly, as soon as they went in, a burst of AKM's distinctive ear-piercing gunfire came through the headset.

  "Damn it!" The lone wolf's heart tightened as he threw away his Type 85 sniper rifle and jumped down from the tree. Taking advantage of his short stature, he crept along the wall to the entrance. Under the moonlight, a man who was clearly of European descent held an AKM in his hand, examining the three corpses on the ground. It seemed that there had been a mistake in the intelligence. The lone wolf cursed silently and slowly extended his pistol.

  The remaining wolf waited, and the three teammates behind him made a little noise to attract this man. Finally, another warrior appeared on the wall of the stone house, but before he could aim, at least three places in the yard flashed with a red gun muzzle flame.

  "It's now!" The lone wolf aimed at the opportunity and pulled the trigger instantly, firing four bullets from a 16-round Beretta 92FS in two seconds. The man in the middle of the yard fell straight down, and a dark corner also let out a miserable cry.

  "Not good!" The Lone Wolf's heart was filled with an extremely dangerous feeling as he hit the target, and his left hand pushed off the ground to make a swift retreat. At the same time, a grenade landed in the corner where he had just been. The Lone Wolf quickly closed his right eye and used only his left eye to take advantage of the brief flash of light to spot another terrorist. By the time the flash was over, the Lone Wolf closed his left eye and opened his right eye, which had not been dazzled by the light, to accurately target the enemy.

  Just breathed a sigh of relief, behind the transmission came another burst of M4 carbine gunfire. Instantly, Lang Hu's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. It seems that this time will have to fight alone...

  Abandoning the idea of continuing to shoot and kill, the lone wolf hides in the darkness, waiting for the other's move.

  Three minutes later, a man dressed as a lama rushed out of the yard under the protection of two men. The wolf thought for a moment and did not make any rash moves, continuing to wait patiently. Sure enough, half an hour later, a stout man walked out under the protection of three tall men.

  The lone wolf patted the pocket on his waist, and due to his hasty departure, he had only prepared two clips. The brief clash earlier had already used up half of one clip, and it was impossible to take out the remaining people with what he had left. As for close combat... The lone wolf thought about it and decided against it. Not to mention whether others would give him the opportunity, but even Chicken Eye, who was almost two meters tall, could be taken down because they had been together for so many years and were familiar with each other's weaknesses. It was better to forget about these burly men in front of him.

  After they left, the Lone Wolf approached the courtyard to observe. The other party did not take away the body of their companion, and of course, the Lone Wolf would not be foolish enough to go and disturb those bodies, who knows what might be underneath, such as a hand grenade or something. Squatting beside the first corpse he had killed, the Lone Wolf pondered for a moment before carefully cutting open the fabric on the corpse's arm with his Jungle King knife. As expected, a strange tattoo encircled the left arm. After examining it and finding no special features, the Lone Wolf memorized the characteristics of the tattoo and turned to pursue outward.

  Zhan Lang first found the lieutenant, tore off the national flag emblem on his left arm and stuck it on his own sleeve, then picked up his 95 rifle and chased after him along the footprints.

  Yadong County is located in the southern part of Tibet, and it is one of the border counties of the Tibet Autonomous Region. Although its area is only 4,276 square kilometers, the forest area occupies at least 240,000 mu.

  Breathing in the chilly highland air, Lone Wolf made a final check of his equipment and followed the footprints into the dense primeval forest.

  Fighting on the plateau is different from that in the plains, as the altitude exceeds 4,000 meters, physical consumption doubles, and it is not suitable for a protracted war at all. A quick battle can better protect oneself.

  Zan Lang understood that the distance between himself and the enemy was at most 2,000 meters. He had to eliminate them before they crossed the border line; otherwise, what would welcome him might be a helicopter bombing.

  Taking a deep breath, the lone wolf chewed on an energizing candy and sped up. Fortunately, that big-bellied Buddha-like figure was not walking fast, otherwise it would have been quite troublesome.

  At dawn, a ray of sunlight filtered through the gaps and spilled into the primeval forest. A rifle with white frost slowly emerged from a layer of dry leaves. The thick silencer was randomly stuck with pieces of dry leaves, and with a dull thud, no one noticed that a man who was about to urinate on a large tree had his throat and trachea shattered by a 9mm pistol bullet. The corpse slowly leaned back onto the book, and the turbid urine flowed freely without control. The wolf-like man wiped off the **that splashed onto his face and slowly backed away.

  Five minutes later, a black soldier suddenly patted the man who had been keeping that obscene gesture. Before the body fell to the ground, the experienced black soldier rushed behind a large tree and shouted loudly, "DC! DC!" (Danger is approaching)

  Apart from Fat Buddha, the other three soldiers quickly dodged behind the nearest tree and stood guard.

  At this time, the lone wolf had already circled around to the other side. Carefully observing the three heads of different skin colors in the white light scope, the lone wolf didn't know if the fat Buddha-like man was holding something that a country needed.

  After a moment of contemplation, the Lone Wolf put on a big hat for himself with the slogan "Everything for the Country" and took a risk to shoot at Buddha's right leg. The crisp sound of the Type 95 rifle made three soldiers jump in their hearts, and soon they heard the miserable cry behind them like killing a pig.

  Three men quickly turned their bodies to search for suspicious targets, "Sniper! 10 o'clock!" A white man holding an M4 carbine fired a long burst at a white reflective object, and the attention of the other two was also drawn over.

  At the moment the gun went off, the 95 assault rifle fired again, and another white man's skull was shattered, his sturdy body slowly falling to the ground. The timing of the lone wolf's shot was just right, and at this time, the guy who first discovered the white light sniper scope placed in the bush by the lone wolf had just finished firing a clip.

  The wolf-like man dodged to the right and fired a point shot in mid-air! The man who was desperately reloading fell down in despair, with only his magazine falling onto the tree root, bouncing lightly.

  Only one enemy was left, and the Lone Wolf threw away his rifle and pulled out his own pistol. Close combat or pistols were more useful, but if he didn't want to know who his opponent was, the Lone Wolf wouldn't have gone to so much trouble.

  The black man was shocked to see that his opponent was a small boy, only about 160 centimeters tall, and couldn't help but look down on him.

  He casually threw away his AKM, and the black man also pulled out his MH23 pistol, surrounding the big tree with the remaining wolves in a circle. The lone wolf said it was not tense, that's false, although its own pistol magazine capacity was 4 more than the opponent, but the two only had to finish the bullets in their hands, they could only engage in close combat, and there was no time to change magazines.

  After several rounds, the Lone Wolf's pistol only had three bullets left, and the black man's gun still had two. The two were almost thinking of depleting each other's ammunition, and the Lone Wolf knew that this was very unfavorable to himself. Circling behind a large tree, the Lone Wolf gritted his teeth and fired another shot at the wailing Buddha.

  The Buddha who was just covering his right leg and screaming is now only covering his left leg and wailing, perhaps the threat to his employer's life has put too much pressure on the black man, and in his haste he only had time to glance at his employer.

  Just then, a bullet hit his wrist. The black man didn't care about the severe pain in his wrist and tried to catch the falling pistol with his other hand. Unfortunately, everything was too late, and the last bullet from the wolf's gun also pierced his left hand.

  The lone wolf slowly walked towards the man with his empty pistol holstered on his leg. The man, whose hands were already useless, knelt down in fear and raised his bleeding hands, shouting in a changed tone in a very comical Chinese accent: "PLA treats prisoners of war kindly!"

  The wolf was stunned for a moment, and then kicked the black man's lower abdomen with one foot. Broken teeth and blood foam spewed out of his mouth.

  Ripping off the bright national flag on his arm, the wolf said in fluent English, "I'm not the Liberation Army. You lost to the VX mercenary team. It's an honor. I'm the captain. You should be a mercenary too? The Geneva Convention doesn't include mercenaries. Now you can't even kill yourself by biting your tongue. If you want to die quickly, say out your identity. I'm not interested in that religious fanatic."

  Upon hearing the words of the crippled wolf, the black man revealed a glimmer of hope. "Are you a soldier of the respected Wolf Head?! We've met before! France! Corsica! Oh, damn it! China shouldn't have any foreign mercenaries, please give me another chance for old times' sake! I promise to never take on any more jobs related to China!" The black man begged, his blood-stained arms attempting to wrap around the crippled wolf's legs.

  Zan Lang unexpectedly took a look at the black man's face. The world is too small, and it turns out that they can also meet like this...

  The Lone Wolf kicked the black man backwards with one foot, pinning him against a large tree. Before he could react, the Lone Wolf thrust his specially-made 30cm military dagger deep into the black man's shoulder, nailing him to the tree.

  The cold and ruthless wolf-like man stepped on the injured black man's palm and continued to ask, "Don't force me, I don't know you, last time I'm asking, what's your origin!"

  "Ah! I'm Tom, the firepower of the Blazing Mercenaries, and our leader is Big Beard Mark. We didn't take on this mission voluntarily, please spare me!" The black man clearly knew the power of the guy stuck in his shoulder and cooperated by saying what he knew.

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