Chapter 25: Breaking Through the Siege (Part 2)

At the foot of the hillside, the roars of the Fifth Special Forces brothers, gunfire, and the clash of bayonets mingled together. They had already charged into the enemy positions, engaging in close combat.
At this moment, the Fifth Special Forces finally fully demonstrated the combat strength of the world's most elite special forces! They fired automatic rifles, fired with self-defense pistols, and bombarded with grenades. When they exhausted all their firearms, facing the swarming enemy attack, some quickly stepped back to change magazines, while others raised their rifle bayonets and charged fiercely.
Just a few people picked up bayonets, and on their bodies they were forcibly exuded the brutal killing intent of a group army launching a group assault.
The six of them lined up in a row, six rifles armed with bayonets tracing a perfectly parallel, perfectly streamlined line in the air, stabbing into the chests of six enemies together, shouting loudly: "Kill!" ”
Furious screams and miserable roars rose and fell at the foot of the hillside. With just six people, they used their bodies and bayonets to block dozens of attacks from enemies wielding the same bayonet.
Suddenly, a sound more terrifying than three grenades exploding simultaneously rang out in a corner of the battlefield. All the soldiers of the Fifth Special Forces, including the Armed Police squad leader Shen Hao and Zhao Haiping, the apprentice of the war hero song, burst into tears together.
A soldier from the Fifth Special Forces, standing at the far left of the formation, who had to face relentless attacks from three directions—front, rear, and right—had already been stabbed more than thirty times in a row—suddenly broke away from the group and lunged fiercely at the densest enemy position. More than twenty terrorists instinctively raised their automatic rifles, and over twenty bayonets simultaneously pierced the soldier's body, leaving him suspended in midair.
The terrorists who had wiped out a Chinese special forces soldier with a mere wave of their hands hadn't even had time to cheer loudly when they suddenly saw, above them, the Chinese special forces soldier was convulsing in pain, the big smile curling from the corner of his mouth—a smile with no regrets in life!
He suddenly fired the "glory bullet" on his body. In this absolutely powerful explosion, his body scattered across the land of China. Accompanying him on the road to the underworld were more than twenty terrorists, filled with absolute fear and panic!
A figure collided with Zhanxiage, who was running at full speed. This fearless enemy charging at Zhanxiage was only holding a dagger, but his body was covered with all kinds of explosives. Among them were several large firecrackers soaked in kerosene for hours, then crushed and dried with a meat grinder to make homemade explosives with limited power, TNT made in a chemical lab kept at twenty degrees, and two grenades coated with steel balls whose lethality could only be described as abnormal. This person is none other than a popular terrorist who is a religious fanatic and suicide bomber who dedicates himself to Allah for survival through a "holy war"!
The self-destruct soldier's eyes widened, because in their impression, the weak feared the strong, the tough feared the unruly, the fierce feared the risky. Whether ordinary soldiers or strictly trained special forces, seeing these self-destruct soldiers who made a living purely by suicide and wanted to bring others down with them all felt like a snake or scorpion, unable to escape. But this time, his target was completely different!
This soldier, clearly from the Chinese Special Forces Command Team, actually charged at him like a Spanish bull that had gone mad, lost in love, and lost in love, charging back at him!
His speed is really fast!
The self-destructors were still reciting their pre-destruct motto: "For our brothers, for our homeland, we must ......."
His voice abruptly stopped.
Zhanxia Ge's eyes widened as he shouted, "Are you the only ones with brothers?" I have one too! ”
"Smack!"
Zhan Xiage's iron fist slammed the self-destruct soldier's head. Who could have imagined that a single punch could shatter nine blue bricks? In the midst of rage, hatred, and madness, just how heavy was that punch?!
Zhanxiage grabbed the self-destruct soldier he'd knocked out for at least two or three hours and couldn't wake up again. He glared and shouted, "It's just risking your life! Isn't it just running around the world with a bomb on your back?" Besides these, what else can you terrorists do? Even this little bulldog treasure, I can !! ”
Everyone was truly scared stunned, stunned, scared out of their wits!
Because Zhanxiage actually threw the terrorist covered in bombs onto his shoulder, then released his legs and launched the most fearless and frenzied charge at the terrorist base.
Look at the religious fanatic who is ready to sacrifice himself to Allah and for the "jihad". Others only need to strap a pack of explosives to their bodies, but the elder, afraid his death will not be glorious or glorious, actually strapped a large pack of explosives, along with TNT explosives, grenades, landmines, and two magazines. If such a massive explosive charge were to be detonated, would anyone within a fifty-meter radius still want to live? Do you still want to stay in the city?!
The Afghan guerrillas and international mercenaries with rich combat experience turned and fled. They weren't losing their minds—after all, Zhanxiage charged while pulling the fuse of the explosive charge! At such close range, even if they killed Zhanxiage, so what? Aren't they still within the blast blast range? Those two magazines were a huge problem. Once they exploded, who knew whether the bullets would roll, roll straight, or scatter in beautiful little arcs in all directions? Facing such a dangerous weapon radiating outward, the best option was to run!
The farther you run, the better!
Yan Jun glared wildly, shouting, "Run, run, run! You think you can run after taking advantage? You're damn dreaming!" Guys, shoot those trashy guys who just run away first! ”
Several Chinese Type 02 Fifth Special Forces automatic rifles, just reloaded with magazines, fired. The Afghan guerrillas—who had blended in with ordinary xx terrorists, not too conspicuous or unnoticed—and the international mercenaries with blue eyes, big noses, and American gear, fell in large numbers all at once.
Zhanxiage rushed down the hillside and suddenly did something no one expected. He put the self-destruct soldier down and swung his big palm fiercely across the self-destruct soldier's face, slapping him a dozen or twenty times, waking the soldier from his dazed sleep first. Then Zhanxiage knocked out all thirty-six teeth, leaving him dizzy and almost unable to think. His ears buzzed like a hundred flies crawling in, unless you screamed loudly right next to his ear. Otherwise, with his current hearing, he wouldn't hear anything at all!
Zhanxiage pointed at a large group of "assassin organization" terrorists in front of him, and shouted wildly in the ear of this self-destruct soldier, who saw only two double images before him: "See? All you see are our enemies, all enemies of our God!" For our holy war, for understanding your brothers and sisters, for our brothers sharing the same trench, come for me! Blowing them up, blowing them up completely, letting them know what the hellish outcome is for opposing Allah! When we can finally establish our own motherland and create our own paradise, the people will not forget you, and the brothers will certainly not forget you! When our nation stands at the pinnacle of the world, you can truly smile when you are by God's side! ”
"Let's die together!" At this moment, Zhanxiage was like a super charlatan, and damn, just like a fearless sailor blaring the battle horn in the face of a raging storm. He shouted loudly, "May Allah be with you!" Let our enemies, the devil, wail before our jihadist elites! go！ go！ go！！！ ”
That self-destruct soldier was truly going mad. In his life, he had never heard such a declaration that was somewhat ethereal and vague, yet filled with the flames and passion of battle. He listened to the powerful beat of the war hero's song, felt its powerful hand resting on his shoulder—that undisguised hope, that eagerness, the love for his brothers, the hatred for the enemy.
This self-destruct soldier suddenly jumped up, letting out a long howl only a male bear in heat, and with the most fearless stance, charged fiercely at the "holy war" comrades who had once shared the same pot and trained in the same terror camp as him!