Chapter Fourteen: The New Base

  The AK brothers, who were always walking in front, simultaneously raised their right fists, and everyone quickly stopped advancing and squatted down.

  "Brother Lang, there are 8 visible sentries and at least 20 hidden ones. The leader of this stronghold is very professional." Old A from the AK Brothers returned quietly and squatted down beside Lang Hu, saying in a low voice.

  "Knife, wait for my signal. You'll take care of the spotlight and pliers later. AK brothers, you're with Hua Tuo to handle the six outer sentries. Monkey and Crazy will take care of the six western sentries with Rattlesnake. I'll handle the three eastern ones. The remaining five are left to Chickpea and Wild Boar. Let's move!"

  The crowd, having received the order, drew out their military knives and crept towards the target. Perhaps everyone was influenced by Wolf Head's past actions, as almost every person had a Type 81 bayonet in hand. On the international mercenary stage, the Type 81 bayonet had become a symbol of the Chinese people, with many veteran mercenaries even referring to it as the "Guarding the Country Bayonet". Maybe every Chinese soldier couldn't forget that memory from their military camp days...

  The triangular bayonet is difficult to perform chopping actions due to its special design shape, but its lethality is not inferior to other military knives. For example, a special soldier who can skillfully use the triangular bayonet can easily fight against a group of soldiers in close combat without defeat. No matter who, as long as he is stabbed by a bayonet with an open blade on top for more than 5 cm, he will lose all his combat effectiveness in a short time.

  The online craze of full-length blade bayonets has led people into a misunderstanding, with more and more people believing that full-length blade bayonets have greater lethality. However, in reality, the lethality of a bayonet with only about three centimeters of blade at the tip is at least ten times that of a full-length blade bayonet.

  Experienced special forces even put serrations in the middle of a bayonet, which creates the most terrifying effect. When the bayonet is inserted into the body tissue, it creates a large amount of empty space for air to rush in, and when pulled out, the serrations in the middle can create a large amount of blood foam, causing backflow obstruction.

  Back on the battlefield, a group of beasts with bayonets in hand quietly approached their target from behind. They covered the opponent's mouth with one hand and stabbed the 20-centimeter bayonet into the lung area at an angle through the back. This combat method would bring great pain to the opponent. However, relatively speaking, anyone who was treated this way would suffocate to death within thirty seconds without making a sound.

  Taking down the last lookout, Lone Wolf carefully counted the soft tapping sounds in his earpiece. After confirming that all 20 lookouts had been taken care of, Lone Wolf lightly tapped his own earpiece three times.

  The three men who received the signal quickly shot bullets at their respective targets. The SVD, equipped with a silencer configured by the blacksmith, made a dull coughing sound and accurately hit the throat of a soldier in the dark. Fortunately, the spread was not too large, and Daozi praised the blacksmith's craftsmanship.

  In less than five minutes, all 28 sentry posts were resolved. Now this stronghold is as harmless to the brothers as a woman tied up in bed.

  "Chicken Eye, you and Wild Boar guard the back door, other brothers ambush the enemy. Control the leader, take him alive, go!" Looking at the first step's success, Lone Wolf issued the execution command for the second phase of the plan.

  The strength of this stronghold is not very strong, with a total of five barracks and less than 200 armed men. It was easy to control the soldiers who were still asleep after splitting up into several groups.

  After seeing that there was no problem, Can Lang and Ji Yan walked into the largest living room. A middle-aged man wearing only his underwear was being pressed by the AK brothers, his disheveled hair and hickeys on his body clearly indicating that he had been pulled out of bed.

  "Who are you? Why did you raid our village?" The middle-aged man said with a somewhat stern tone.

  "Are you Chinese?" The wolf was somewhat surprised by his perfect Mandarin and couldn't help but ask.

  "My ancestors were a regimental commander of the 193rd Division of the Nationalist Army, although for various reasons they never returned to China, I have never dared to forget that I am Chinese! What are you?" Seeing that the leader was just a child younger than his own son, the middle-aged man's tone also hardened.

  The wolf didn't answer his question, instead pulled out a document and started reading it in front of him.

  "Hu Hai, ancestral home in Shandong, China. His grandfather Hu Yun-de was the original Nationalist Party military 193 division 1 regiment 2 battalion commander, later because of old age and illness did not return to China and settled in the Golden Triangle. His father Hu Jin-rong was executed for growing drugs."

  He closed the file in his hand, and Can Lang looked at Hu Hai, who was stunned, and waved his hand to let Jiyuan take his brothers away first. He stretched out his hand to put this man, who was almost old enough to be his father, on a chair, and Can Lang continued to say. "Your reputation is not bad in the eyes of some people, at least in the Golden Triangle, you are the only force that does not smuggle drugs systematically, so the various territories here are also very polite to you. Now, I'm asking you a question on behalf of certain people." Upon hearing this, Hu Hai seemed to realize something and quickly stood up. His straight back showed a momentum that only a soldier could have.

  "Hu Hai, the motherland needs you" The lone wolf's words were just a sentence, but Hu Hai, who was nearly fifty years old, actually trembled. A low murmur escaped from his mouth.

  "Fifty years have passed, our Hu family has been waiting for this sentence for exactly fifty years! Our Hu family has never sold a single gram of narcotics, the country has not forgotten us!"

  "Little brother, speak up! What can I do?" Hu Hai exclaimed, his hands grasping the shoulders of Can Lang.

  "The wolf hesitantly kept a distance from him and stated his requirements. 'Your children can return to the country for better care, but you'll probably have to stay behind to assist us,' he said frankly. 'I need a base, but none of my team members can show their faces. What I mean...' The wolf didn't finish speaking."

  "No problem, I'll be this puppet!" Hu Hai's boldness was beyond the expectations of the remaining wolves. Now there are too few Chinese people with blood.

  The first stop of the VX special warfare team was relatively smooth. The next morning, Canis did not leave here with the team.

  In a bungalow in the mountains, "Little brother. Although I don't know how you found this place, but I think it must be for this." Hu Hai said so, but didn't specify what "this" was.

  "Uncle Hu, although I'm young, this team is led by me, so I won't hide anything from you. I'm just a lowly substitute worker, not worth much. You don't need to haggle with me, what's due to you will be given, those people upstairs won't shortchange you. I'm just a rookie-level mercenary, neither capable nor interested in withholding what's owed to you. I suppose after decades of development, Uncle has already modified it quite well, right? Hehe..." Zan Lang wasn't in a hurry, sipping the tea in his hand like a young master.

  "Alas! I don't even know who raised you, let's go! I'll take you to see, didn't the old master stay behind for this reason?..." Hu Hai sighed with a bitter smile, leading Can Lang out of the door towards the ancestral hall of the Hu family. After closing the door, Hu Hai led Can Lang around to the back of the ancestral tablet, and with a light kick on the leg of the table, an opening suddenly appeared!

  "This is the US arsenal from the American-Vietnamese war back then, they withdrew too hastily. There are still hundreds of boxes of M16 rifles and M1911 pistols inside, all soaked in butter. For decades, our Hu family has been reinforcing and expanding this underground arsenal, it should be able to meet your requirements." Hu Hai walked down from the entrance and pressed a button on the wall, and several emergency lights turned on one after another.

  The two walked and stopped until they arrived at the arsenal 90 meters underground. Looking at the space of at least 2,000 square meters, he nodded in satisfaction, barely meeting his expected value.

  The next day, Shan Ying flew a Mi-26 to transport all the goods to the village in one go. After a flurry of activity, Can Lang handed over the $6 million from Iraq to Hu Hai's hands.

  "Uncle Hu, you're more familiar with the Golden Triangle area, take this money to buy some building materials. We need more than just an underground shelter." Uncle Hu, understanding the meaning behind Can Lang's words, didn't say another word and took the Swiss banknote in his hand to contact professional builders.

  To be honest, it's a bit difficult for the 15-year-old Lone Wolf to handle these things. But since Chicken Eye brought back the soldier's badge, none of his brothers have seen him again. Helplessly, Lone Wolf can only force the ducks onto the shelves.

  After a day of busy work, a brand new base that completely belongs to them has finally taken shape. Hu Hai's armed forces have all been transformed into logistics personnel, serving this 15-man special operations mercenary team exclusively.

  In a spacious and bright underground arsenal's rest area. Monitors lined up on the walls monitoring every corner of the base. The three brothers, Lang Wu and Dāo Zi, were lounging comfortably on the concrete floor, each lost in their own thoughts.

  " Lone Wolf "

  "Huh?" Hearing Knife call out to him, Cripple Wolf turned his head to look at Knife, thinking something was up.

  "I won't ask about your past, when you take revenge, remember to call me, we are brothers." "And me, hehe!" Ji Yan hurriedly chimed in after hearing the two men's conversation.

  Zan Lang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Of course, you can't escape, we are brothers. Hehe..."

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