Chapter 12: A Meeting of Storms and Clouds

Before Long Jianhui could speak, he heard a frenzied howl: "Damn it, you bastards! They actually killed my brother!" Brothers in the Armed Police Squad, what are you all standing there for? Chase after me! If we can't kill all these damn bastards, how can we explain to our brothers' mothers? We're not damn men anymore! ”
Shen Hao, his head covered in dust and bleeding, actually woke up at this critical moment. His voice was louder than most people using a loudspeaker. He grabbed the squad leader lying beside him and threw the squad light machine gun on the ground, unleashing a frenzy of hysterical fire at the fleeing xx terrorists. After all the bullets in the magazine had been fired out, Shen Hao dropped the light machine gun in his hand. With bloodshot eyes, he suddenly drew his Type 54 pistol and shouted, "What the hell are you still standing there for?" Everyone, listen to my orders—chase after me! ”
Over a hundred armed police officers jumped out from the ambush point, chasing behind the xx terrorists. Angry bullets whistled through the air, and piercing screams echoed above the jungle and snowy plains.
All members of the Fifth Special Forces looked at Long Jianhui and Yan Jun, who was closest to Zhanxiage, and shouted hoarsely, "Instructor, what should we do?" ”
"What else can we do?" Long Jianhui gritted his teeth and shouted, "All special operations team members, listen up! Before the terrorists escape the border, wipe them all out on Chinese soil. Not a single one is allowed to stay!" Don't let Zhanxiage steal the spotlight alone—you guys go all out and kill him too! ”
All the soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces shouted in unison, "Yes!" ”
At this moment, Zhanxiage had already rushed to the spot where Amirali had just been sniped. At that moment, something caught his attention in the ditch where Amirali had escaped with his life.
It was a dense cluster of whiskers!
"Report, that Amirali is fake!" Zhan Xiaoge put down his anti-materiel sniper rifle and reached out to pick up the prop beard. Just as he was about to straighten up with that thick tuft of beard, Zhan Xiaoge's eyelids suddenly twitched violently. He jumped up as if electrified, threw off the submachine gun, tightly protected his head with both arms, and charged forward with all his strength.
"Boom!"
At this moment, Zhanxiage felt like he was about to go deaf. If you don't believe me, just tie up 120 cannabis thunders and light them right next to your ear and see what happens!
Countless grains of sand, stones, and fine shrapnel mixed together, like dozens of oversized homemade shotguns bombarding Zhan Xia Ge together. That density, that hysterical exhilaration, the impact that truly lets you taste what the dance of death is, the breath that makes you want to take a breath so deep you feel you might fill half a mouthful of dirt and a third of a small stone, all crashing down relentlessly, making Zhan Xia Ge truly understand what hysterical pleasure really means!
The war hero was blasted four or five meters by the blast's shockwave. In his ears, it felt as if dozens of little ghosts were tugging at war, or several opera troupes had simultaneously planted a camp in their heads, singing a scene on stage. That lively, buzzing, chaotic noise, that burning pain all over his body—so much so that Zhanxia Ge couldn't even cry!
Although Zhan Xiaoge tried hard to widen his eyes, everything before him was still blood-red. Looking up, the sky was a blue and red. Turning to look at the snowy mountains over there, the mountains were pink, then at the big tree beside him. Zhan Xiaoge wasn't an art teacher either; all he knew was red, yellow, blue, green, purple, black, and white. How could he possibly describe to you that red, yellow, blue, green, and purple all together, boiling them hard for three days and nights, then making you go all out and stir them for eighty-one hours to make that kind of thing?!
Zhan Xiaoge twisted his arm, stretched his head out, and bit down on a shrapnel firmly embedded in his arm's muscle. With a forceful pull, he yanked off a shrapnel that had pierced his arm more than an inch deep. The excruciating pleasure was no less than cutting his own body with a scalpel, making all 365 hairs on his body dance wildly...... If only the hairs on his body hadn't been blown apart in the explosion just now!
The communicator thrown to the ground by Zhanxiage was still intact under these circumstances, which shows just how sturdy and durable the Fifth Special Forces' equipment is. Long Jianhui was like a wife, chattering nonstop inside and calling the same things; "Zhanxia Ge, how are you? Answer immediately!"
Zhanxiage really wanted to answer, but right now his ears were buzzing. How could he possibly hear the call from that communicator, no louder than a mosquito's hum?
But Zhanxiage still picked up the communicator, and he first tried calling out into it: "Hello!" ”
With no response, Zhanxiage grabbed the communicator and tapped it hard a few times!
God knows how loud that shout he just made was! Long Jianhui shouted desperately at Mike Feng while pricking up his ears. He was truly shaken by Zhanxiage's wolf-like howl, almost losing his hearing along with Zhanxiage!
This bastard isn't dead. Long Jianhui angrily waved his fist at the sky, shouting, "Zhanxia Ge, you bastard! It seems I only let you stay in the confinement room for ten days—that's far too little!" Just wait, when we get back, I'm going to show you a lesson! I've already thought of the charge. Don't you like to take pictures of communicators? I'll show you the consequences of damaging public property! ”
If you can see this scene before you, you will surely gain a whole new understanding of the term "xx"!
What does 'xx' mean? It was when these people fled eastward like wolves, their feet flying up and down. The speed, the passion, the longing for sunshine and the desire to survive made even the elites of the Fifth Special Forces secretly feel ashamed.