Chapter 13: The Lone Wolf in the Primeval Forest (Part One)

  At this moment, Wang Weiye had just exposed his position and was discovered by the other three armed helicopters that took off from the secret base. The armed helicopters carried six KGB special forces combat teams, all of whom rushed to the explosion site.

  When these old guys arrived at the scene of the explosion in their armed helicopter, they saw the wreckage of the armed helicopters and the charred bodies of those who had been blown up. The air was filled with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. This horrific sight made these old soldiers burn with anger, and they vowed to catch the killer who had committed this atrocity and make him taste the cruelest torture of the KGB.

  To avoid repeating past mistakes, the helicopter flew to a high altitude fifteen kilometers away before dropping off the special forces, who formed a triangular encirclement.

  Wang Weiye's qinggong was fast, but it wasn't faster than an airplane. He didn't run more than fifteen kilometers before being forced to stop at the six kilometer mark.

  Bombers and Mig-21 fighter jets flying from various airports along the border arrived one after another, starting a crazy bombing campaign within a radius of 15 kilometers.

  The earth began to shake, the trees in the forest had cried out, and the air was as if it had been sucked dry. The powerful bombers, diving towards their target with a piercing shriek, made people feel so terrified that they could hardly breathe.

  "Boom!"

  "Boom!"

  "Boom!"

  "Dada dada dada dada..."

  The bombs were dropped into the original forest of about 15 square kilometers, and the huge explosion and shockwave swept away this piece of forest. The weeds on the ground were set on fire by the bomb.

  And the machine guns on the plane, thicker than a child's arm, poured down on this area like rain from Mig-21 fighter jets. In an instant, the trees in this 15-square-kilometer primeval forest were bombed by the planes, with some large tree trunks being blown into the sky. Some trees were shattered and fragmented, with shrapnel and branches, snowflakes and weeds, mud and debris mixed together, dancing in the air like flowers scattered by fairies, without any rules or order. The entire 15-square-kilometer primeval forest was a desolate expanse of broken and shattered trees, lying horizontally and vertically on the ground, with craters one after another, turning this place into a hell on earth with bombs and machine gun fire.

  Wang Weiye's agility was good, and he ran fast, but he still couldn't outrun the bullets that had reached sonic speed. Wang Weiye was now desperately dodging the hail of bullets, as well as various bombs falling from the sky.

  Wang Weiye made a fatal mistake, that is, he is not a god, but a flesh-and-blood person, and he has not reached the point where he can withstand knives and guns. So now he can only run around in the primeval forest like a headless fly, dodging the bombs falling from the sky and the bullets carrying scorching heat waves.

  "Run!"

  "Run!"

  "Run!"

  "Take cover!"

  "Take cover!"

  "Keep dodging!"

  Now, Wang Weiye only had one thought in his mind, which was a word "run and keep hiding." Wang Weiye kept running, relying on his excellent lightness skill, with agile body reaction, constantly shuttling and dodging through the gaps between bombs and bullets.

  When a large deciduous tree with a thick trunk, broken at the bottom, slowly tilted, the huge broken trunk made a creaking sound and slowly fell towards Wang Weiye. When Wang Weiye discovered it, time did not allow him to think about anything else, he could only dodge to a vacant lot on his left. And several bombs falling from the sky made an ear-piercing scream, exploding less than five meters away from him.

  "Boom!"

  "Boom!"

  "Boom!"

  Shrapnel and a massive shockwave sent Wang Weiye flying into the air, with a mouthful of blood spewing out. As he was thrown to the ground, he rolled into a two-meter-deep pit. He quickly used his hands to pull out several shrapnel fragments from his ribcage and thigh, causing fresh blood to stain his tattered clothes even redder. After pulling out the shrapnel, Wang Weiye gritted his teeth in pain, with beads of sweat rolling down his face. He immediately applied pressure to the wound using a nearby acupoint, stopping the bleeding instantly. The crisis was far from over; Wang Weiye had no time to tend to his wounds and internal injuries as he found two thick tree trunks to take cover behind, dodging bullets from an armed helicopter's Gatling M134 minigun.

  The Soviet troops no longer cared whether this forest could be destroyed or not, and began to carpet-bomb the area. As soon as the bombers flew away, armed helicopters arrived, and the Gatling M134 machine guns on the planes spewed flames, "Dadada...". The gunfire was like stir-frying beans, and again swept through an area of about 15 kilometers with no trees in sight.

  The armed helicopter had just flown away, and Wang Weiye crawled out from under two large tree trunks in a very sorry state. Taking advantage of the interval between bombings, he sat down on the snowy ground and used his internal strength to adjust his breath and treat his injuries before the second bombing began. The Mauser 98K sniper rifle that he loved so much, which had been modified by technicians, was already thrown somewhere unknown.

  Just now, the KGB's special forces' armed helicopters and bombers carried out a carpet bombing in this area, causing great harm to Wang Weiye's body. Fortunately, he had a very pure internal skill that minimized the damage. Now, Wang Weiye's external injuries were not to be mentioned, but his internal organs were still shaken by the shockwave of the explosion nearby. Wang Weiye had no choice but to stop and sit on the snowy ground to heal his wounds with his true energy.

  A mass of white fog surrounded Wang Weiye, who gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain from his wounds, putting back in place his internal organs that had been displaced. Twenty minutes later, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out of Wang Weiye's mouth as he stood up, his two eyes shooting out bright and spirited glances, pointing at the helicopter above with his finger, and beginning to loudly curse: "Damn your mother, you bunch of B-sons of bitches, Third Master didn't play with your wives or hold your children to jump into a well. What the fuck is wrong with you guys playing with Third Master's life like this? It was just a little bit short of letting Third Master's over 100 jin (70 kg) fall here."

  After Wang Weiye vented his indignation, he didn't forget where he was. He immediately regained consciousness and made a thorough observation of the surrounding environment. He found that several kilometers away, a group of Soviet troops in combat formation were searching towards him.

  Maybe the ammunition on the armed helicopter in the sky has been used up, anyway, now the armed helicopter is hovering in mid-air, and the flares are being fired one after another into the air, illuminating this piece of land as bright as daylight.

  Wang Weiye took advantage of the gap between the flares, lightly tapping his feet on the fallen tree trunks that were scattered all over the ground, trying not to make any noise underfoot, dodging the flares in mid-air.

  Wang Weiye was hiding under a thick tree trunk, his tense and excited body relaxed, and his two hands somehow produced extremely thin small knives. After taking a few deep breaths, he channeled his true energy into the small knives in his hands. Within a radius of fifty meters, Wang Weiye's flying knives could achieve a hundred percent hit rate.

  A group of twelve fully armed KGB special forces soldiers, with three soldiers in a triangular formation at the front, and nine soldiers 10 meters behind them in a fan shape, holding AK74M folding assault rifles, began to search this area. They believed that no one could have survived the bombing of this area just now, even God would be blown to pieces here.

  They were searching for bodies or shredded clothing with their heads down, now they were only more than 20 meters away from Wang Weiye. Just as the flares in the sky had just gone out and a new flare had just risen, there was only two or three seconds of pause in the dark time. Wang Weiye jumped out from under the tree trunk like a tiger coming down the mountain, his whole body suspended in mid-air, his body stretched out like an eagle, and the flying knife in his hand had already flown out. Time, position, and force were all just right.

  "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......" Twelve specially crafted flying knives, driven by the true energy, flew towards the throats of those special forces soldiers like lightning.