Chapter 19: Wolf of the Battlefield

No matter how maneuverable a bomber was, it couldn't match a missile. Just as the Stinger missile, before its fuel was completely exhausted, it was about to catch up to the bomber that was too weak to evade, and suddenly the sound of double AK rifle fire rang out on the ground.
"Tap tap, tap tap, tap tap, tap tap...... Boom!! ”
This time, even Long Jianhui jumped up. Grabbing the binoculars in his hand, he shouted wildly, "Battle Hero's Song, I found it! You're a damn hell pervert!" Using a dual-purpose heavy machine gun to fire rocket launchers is one thing, but you actually dared to use an AK-47 to fire Stinger missiles. The most unbelievable part is, you actually hit it! ”
Several mercenaries widened their eyes, staring in disbelief at a Chinese soldier fifty meters away, wearing a smug smile, who had just dropped an AK-47 rifle that had been empty and still smoking. With this kind of firepower, the suppressive power is strong and powerful, the burst is so-so, but it doesn't even have an optical sight. On the international arms market, it sells for only $220 as junk. This Chinese rookie, who probably doesn't even have a hair yet, actually blew up the Stinger missiles they launched!
"Bang!" Bang! ……”
The muffled roar characteristic of the Israeli military factory's Desert Eagle self-defense pistol rang out from the Song of War's hand. Two mercenaries, still carrying Stinger-style anti-air missile launchers on their shoulders, were smashed to the head by bullets fired from the pistol. Caught off guard, the others were splattered on their heads and faces with blood and brain matter. These seasoned veterans could still open their eyes in such a situation, but before they could raise their weapons, two more comrades' heads were shattered to pieces.
This group of mercenaries dared to bet with anyone with their heads: the Desert Eagle pistol in Song's Warrior must have been specially modified. Otherwise, could Song's self-defense pistol, which has firepower even fiercer than an automatic rifle and terrifyingly greater recoil, still fire rapid-fire pistols with such speed and accuracy?
The mercenary captain picked up a bullet from the ground that first smashed his comrade's head before hitting a rock. He widened his eyes and shouted hoarsely, "Bastard!" This Chinese soldier was actually using a dum, which is explicitly prohibited by international military protocol! ”
The two remaining mercenaries lay behind the hillside, listening carefully to the number of shots fired by the war hero song. After seven shots, both the mercenary captain, whose combat experience could only describe astronomical numbers, and his team members jumped up together. Before they could even raise their weapons, they heard another gunshot—one that should never have happened again. Blood mixed with brain matter splattered onto the mercenary captain's face once more.
At this moment, the mercenary captain really wanted to slap himself twice. Empirical rule is really deadly, dogmatism is unacceptable. Even though they knew the Chinese soldier's Desert Eagle pistol had been specially modified, after hearing seven shots, they instinctively jumped up. Wasn't that just throwing them into the barrel? Since a pistol with such strong recoil can be converted into a rapid-fire pistol, it's perfectly normal to slightly modify the magazine and load one, two, or even three or four rounds!
The other party was clearly a super sharpshooter who hit the mark every time, whether holding a rifle or pistol. He had killed four of his own team members with just four bullets. There was no reason for him to run at full speed toward them while firing the last three life-saving bullets in the magazine without seeing the target!
"Whew......"
A flashy white object traced a nearly straight streak through the air and smashed hard onto the mercenary captain's lower abdomen. The object was really heavy, and Zhanxiage threw it out with all his strength. Even the tall and burly mercenary captain, standing there like a mature male bear, still bent down involuntarily.
At that moment, Zhanxiage had already sprinted across fifty meters with movements even nimber than a cheetah, crashing into the mercenary captain like a lion pouncing on a rabbit. Zhanxiage reached out and grabbed the mercenary captain's M16 automatic rifle. If the captain were usually going to let go, he would immediately draw his multifunctional saber and stab Zhanxiage in the heart. But at that moment, his lower abdomen was struck hard by the pistol thrown by Zhanxia Ge. As he bent down uncontrollably, the blood and brain matter splattering on his face seeped into his eyes. Temporarily blinded by this vision, a professionally trained killing machine charged at him again. The mercenary captain instinctively gripped the weapon in his hand.
Zhanxiage effectively grabbed part of the mercenary captain's body. He suddenly fell backward, pulling the captain forward involuntarily. The moment his shoulder touched the hard icy ground, Zhanxiage kicked hard with his right leg, sending the captain's 220-centimeter-tall body—almost as strong as a male bear—thrown violently. Using the M16 automatic rifles in their hands as axes, they traced a 180-degree arc in the air.
"Bang!"
Gripping the M16 rifle tightly with all four hands, he fired a bullet. The mercenary captain was thrown hard by Zhan Xiage's beautiful spin-back kick, sending him flying hard to the ground. Zhan Xiagege jumped up, twisted his hand, and easily snatched the M16 rifle from the captain's hand.
The mercenary captain grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and wiped it on his face. Zhanxiage raised his M16 rifle and pulled the trigger.
"Smack......"
Nothing came out of the chamber. The mercenary captain shook off the snow from his right hand, which had turned red, and a cold smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He raised his left hand, and in his left hand was the magazine of the M16 rifle. And the bullet they accidentally fired during their scuffle was more likely that this battle-hardened veteran had deliberately fired the last bullet stuck in the chamber.
Zhanxiage drew the last weapon on his body: a high-carbon steel canine combat saber measuring 34.5 cm in length, 6 mm thick, weighing 798 grams, with a hardness of HRC59!
The mercenary captain still had a pistol tucked into his leg pouch, but without hesitation, he pulled out the M9 multi-purpose saber he had slotted into his bulletproof vest.
The hero nodded, and two fierce fighting spirits suddenly burst forth in his eyes, as if facing a powerful enemy on the battlefield.
Both the mercenary captain and Zhanxiage knew that if the captain really drew the pistol from his leg magazine, Zhanxiage would launch a fatal attack when he bent slightly and shifted his center of gravity forward, creating a huge gap in his defense.
Facing a terrifying enemy like Zhanxia Ge, who has the speed of a cheetah, the cruelty of a lone wolf, the cunning of a fox, and the venomous snake that can deliver a fatal blow, no one dares to make such a mistake!
Between two highly trained special forces soldiers, an unforgivable mistake has already marked the final boundary between life and death.
Both of them bent their bodies slightly, positioning their explosive muscles in a semi-relaxed state. The mercenary captain stared at Zhanxiage, a hint of doubt in his eyes. At Zhanxia Ge's age, even after receiving the strictest military training, he probably hadn't participated in any real combat in China!
But without truly experiencing life-and-death trials and fighting bloody battles until exhausted, professional soldiers will not learn to relax their bodies from their previous combat experience, and only by launching a lightning-fast surprise attack on the enemy will all the explosive power in their muscles instantly be released!
Zhanxiage had never truly been on the battlefield, but to survive, he once fought crocodiles for a full twenty hours in a shallow beach just a few dozen meters from the shore!
Both held their general's blades in their powerful and agile right hands, both reaching forward. The difference was that Zhanxiage held the blade with his forehand, showing that in hand-to-hand combat, he was the kind of iron-blooded tough fighter who pushed forward boldly, attacking with a general and attacking again—his natural instinct was pushed to the limit! The mercenary captain, standing 220 centimeters tall and with a broad back and waist, looked like an adult male bear, was holding a knife in his backhand. This showed that this seemingly rugged mercenary actually possessed a very delicate combat mind. He preferred to carefully hide his sharp and dangerous side, only revealing his sharpness at the moment of a deadly attack.
But their actions inevitably remind one of crabs that raise their pincers high when danger strikes. If you look at them a few more times, you can't help but think of curling up their bodies, raising their heads high, revealing their sharp fangs like venomous snakes!
Their gazes met fiercely in the air, clashing fiercely with invisible yet tangible sparks. At this point, the six bombers regrouped into battle formation. They may have not prepared enough bombs in the rush, or the air force had misjudged the scale of the battle, thinking it was just a small-scale armed rebellion. In any case, their bombs had run out. Now, as they swept past again and again, forty-two cannons kept spraying nonstop.
Almost all the terrorists, after paying the price of over two hundred people in the initial panic, pulled out a white cotton cloth and covered themselves. Even with this crude camouflage, most of the bullets from the forty-two cannons on the six bombers were fired in vain into the deserted plains.
Looking across the entire icy valley, aside from Long Jianhui and his group lurking on the hillside, only Zhanxiage and the mercenary captain stood firmly like two stone pillars. At this moment, they could no longer hear the whistling of bombers passing by, nor the explosions of shells striking near them; all they could hear now was the heavy breathing of the other side and the slow, intense heartbeat. In their eyes, all they could see was each other's equally burning gaze and the ...... in each other's hands. Blade!