Chapter Thirty-Six: Mission Accomplished

  In the pitch blackness, from the jungle, pairs of dark eyes were secretly observing through night vision goggles the twenty or so soldiers crouching behind a mound of earth in front.

  The Lone Wolf took out a flashbang grenade and waved it at the crowd behind him, and others understood and took out their own flashbang grenades to prepare. After pulling out the safety pin, the Lone Wolf paused for a moment and threw it away with everyone else, then everyone quickly bowed their heads and closed their eyes, otherwise the strong light of the flashbang grenade would not only blow up the night vision device but also blind their own eyes.

  As the successive explosions shook the ground, the seal team members who were suddenly blinded by the intense light let out a pained cry and frantically made tactical evasive maneuvers in an attempt to dodge the next attack. However, wishes are beautiful, but the outcome is always cruel; with fewer than 10 people, it was simply too easy for the soldiers to counterattack a group of temporarily blinded men in the dark of night, armed with weapons.

  The M249 of Chicken Eye and Wild Boar first roared to pull up a crossfire net, the soldiers on the hillside who were rolling back and forth with their eyes stinging were trembling like a sieve. The remaining wolves and others were busy replenishing the guns for the SEAL team members who had been left behind. Five seconds was not long, but it was enough to determine the victory of a local war. From start to finish, Team VX had absolute control.

  This is a massacre, one side has an overwhelming advantage in numbers but is equivalent to being unarmed, the other side has sparse personnel, but has enough advantages.

  Five seconds passed quickly, some remaining soldiers regained their vision and started to counterattack with the weapons in their hands. A soldier who was about to throw a hand grenade was blown away by a raised hand. The remaining wolf got up and rushed out. Most of the flashbangs were accurately thrown into the crowd, and even several fell into the laps of people crouching on the slope behind them. It's strange that their night vision goggles weren't damaged by the strong light at this time.

  Relying on his short stature, the Lone Wolf charged into the crowd with a pistol in his left hand and a military dagger in his right. The narrow dagger stabbed into flesh again and again, pulling out with blood beads each time. The Lone Wolf's thin body floated around the dark battlefield like a ghost. When he charged into close combat, others didn't follow him impulsively, but instead gripped their weapons tightly to cover for him. A great special forces team relies on coordination; members have a good tacit understanding that can multiply their combat effectiveness.

  He had just slashed a soldier's neck when two explosions sounded in his ears, followed by two fireballs rolling continuously under the slope.

  The lone wolf took a glance, and it was those two unlucky flamethrower guys who got blown up by the knife-wielding men. Taking advantage of the bright light not far away, the lone wolf turned off his night vision goggles and made his way to the back of a soldier, stabbing him in the back with his military dagger without hesitation.

  The other party unexpectedly anticipated and dodged the sudden attack. Veteran! A word suddenly emerged in Lang Hu's mind, veteran, only a veteran could anticipate the danger around him. The so-called veteran here is not a new recruit who thinks he is after fighting a few battles, but a professional soldier like Wolf Head who has experienced countless battles and has the qualifications to be called a veteran.

  The lone wolf didn't dare hesitate, raising the P210 in his left hand and firing a bullet at the old soldier who hadn't had time to turn around. This wasn't despicable; on the battlefield, it was only about winning or losing. Even if you used pepper spray or threw lime powder, as long as you won, you were a hero.

  Missed? The Lone Wolf was stunned for a moment, then quickly jumped behind a large tree. At this time, the opponent's Beretta M92FS also fired back bullets. It wasn't until now that the Lone Wolf regretted it - his P210 only had seven rounds of ammunition, with half as much capacity as the M92FS, which was at a disadvantage in close combat.

  Fortunately, the opponent had just been flashed by a strong light, and that feeling was not uncommon for Lang to try at the beginning of training, it would take some time to fully recover.

  The ambusher had fired one shot, and just now another, with five rounds left in the clip. He gritted his teeth! The lone wolf made up its mind to dash out from behind the tree and instantly fired three shots. Luckily, one of them hit the opponent's right arm. Once again, the lone wolf hid behind the big tree, but he didn't have much time left. As soon as the opponent recovered, he would absolutely be no match for him.

  At this time, no one can help themselves, the two people are too close together, others are worried about misinjury and the lone wolf can only fight hard to solve other enemies. Jumping out again, the old soldier who was shot has handed his gun over to his left hand, both of them fired at the same time, and missed again! The lone wolf hid behind a large tree, now there is only one bullet left.

  He casually wiped the blood groove on his face caused by the bullet shot by the opponent, and Zan Lang took out a flash bomb again with a sly smile and threw it out. The two of them were like they had a spiritual connection, just as Zan Lang threw out the flash bomb, he saw a hand grenade rolling under his feet.

  I'm going to die! The lone wolf let out a cry of surprise and kicked the hand grenade that had just landed on the ground into the air.

  The hand grenade that had been kicked into the air exploded in mid-air, and a shrapnel sliced open the combat uniform of the Lone Wolf, leaving a gruesome wound on his chest. The Lone Wolf didn't have time to check his injury as he swiftly crawled to the old soldier's side and pulled the trigger. The old soldier, who was covering his eyes for the second time after being stabbed, trembled once before falling into the pool of blood, with dark red blood slowly flowing out from the bullet hole on the back of his neck.

  Zanlang let out a sigh of relief and began to search for other soldiers. The battle, which was no different from a massacre, finally came to an end after 20 minutes. Zanlang leaned against a large tree as Hua Tuo stitched up the wound on his chest. Although he had anesthesia, the pain of the curved needle piercing through his skin could not be completely eliminated. Five minutes later, Hua Tuo tied a beautiful knot in the suture thread and helped Zanlang stand up.

  At this time, Daozi came to the front of Canlang who was a bit dizzy due to excessive blood loss, holding a handgun and a military knife.

  "Last wolf, one good news, one bad news. Which one do you want to hear?"

  He glanced at Daozi who was grinning mischievously and said, "Let's get this atmosphere lively first!"

  Diaozi heard this and threw the pistol and military knife he was holding to Can Lang, "The good news is that we not only annihilated the SEAL team members without any casualties, but more importantly, you took down their highest commander, Colonel Leight. Take the gun and knife in your hand as spoils of war!"

  Zan Lang was taken aback, "Upper school?" Hehe, that means at least the same level as Wolf Head? "Then tell me the bad news?" Zan Lang asked another question immediately.

  "Bad news is," the knife paused and continued, "bad news is that we've managed to offend the Navy SEALs."

  Others burst into laughter, and the lone wolf also rubbed his nose with a wry smile. Isn't this nonsense? They've already wiped out at least one battalion of enemy troops and even killed a colonel. Looks like there's going to be some fun in the future.

  The crowd quickly swept the battlefield, picking out matching ammunition to replenish themselves, and then set up killing thunder under several corpses again.

  After sorting out the equipment and confirming that everything was in order, Team VX began their final sprint. There were still 20 kilometers left to go, and they hoped to deliver the package by tomorrow noon. Team VX had been on a long-distance sprint for days and no longer had the energy to engage in combat.

  Fortunately, no one has followed since last night, and the remaining wolves finally arrived at their destination on the second afternoon. The guarding soldiers looked at this murderous Boy Scout troop and were stunned, then nervously grabbed the AK rifle behind them.

  The black man who had been dragged by the chicken eyes quickly walked out to show his identity, proving that the tattered black uncle in front of him was indeed his own person. After that, the sentry didn't dare to delay and hastily invited everyone in with a respectful face. Nonsense, he himself is just a small soldier, offending a superior who is several levels higher than himself isn't seeking death?

  Fortunately, the black man who didn't even have time to ask for names was still considerate and didn't hold a grudge against Chicken Eye and Wild Boar. Moreover, he seemed to be afraid that the few of them would have misunderstandings and took the initiative to explain the reason for this matter.

  It turned out that this guy was just a bait, the real mastermind was his twin brother, and they looked very similar. However, it wasn't him who was in power. As for what the real mastermind did, the remnants of the wolf pack didn't ask. They were mercenaries, not reporters from a gossip TV station, as long as they got paid, that's all that mattered. Asking too many questions would only put themselves and their team in danger.

  Recently busy with exams, temporarily updating one chapter per day, will make up for it when I have time. Sorry everyone.