Chapter 25: Breaking Through the Siege (Part 2)

The explosives wrapped around him were smoking, his eyes were red, and saliva mixed with blood kept dripping from his mouth, occasionally dropping a few teeth that the hero had knocked out in a single blow. He panted heavily, and at that moment, he truly unleashed all his potential, all his life, all his love for Allah and his hatred for the devil.
Zhanxiage picked up a light machine gun from the ground that some coward had discarded and started firing desperately at the xx terrorists who were running away. As he swept, he hopped his feet and shouted wildly, "Quick, quick, quick, blow them up for me! For your true lord, for your devil, for your aunt and brother-in-law, and for your wife who finally got you freed after being cheated on, charge!" ”
He nodded fiercely at the self-destruct soldier charging at his own people. Perhaps only his true master could know what hallucination, or even a sound of heaven, had been heard by the "war song" hypnotized by the war chivalry song at this moment.
"Boom!"
"Boom!!"
"Boom!!"
……
This extraordinary suicide bomber finally exploded. The large homemade pack made from firecrackers wasn't very powerful, but it won by sheer numbers. The TNT explosives on him, the steel ball grenades, and the bullet magazines on his body fluctuated unevenly. A thick cloud of smoke shot straight into the sky, mixed with loud, small, sparse cracklings, sometimes dense like popping beans, pushing the smoke higher and higher, wave after wave.
At the same time, there were AK-47 rifle bullets, small steel balls with a diameter of 2.5mm stuck to grenades, shrapnel, fairly hard human bones, and large skulls swirling in beautiful arcs as they swirled, flew, and chipped skulls—in short, a whole bunch of various things scattered in all directions like radiation.
Centered around that self-destructing soldier, the xx terrorists fell in a torrent. Countless people lay in pools of blood, groaning, cursing, and even crying. The entire battlefield was in chaos. The war hero singer nimbly picked up several random guns from the ground but seemed capable of firing a few more rounds. He then found about ten magazines and grenades from the corpses, shoved them into himself without hesitation, then waved his hand and shouted with all his might, "Brothers, break out immediately!" ”
Shen Hao was stunned. He glared at Zhanxiage and shouted hoarsely, "What did you say?" ”
"Break out with us immediately!"
Shen Hao shouted firmly, "No, I am the highest commander of the unit. In this situation, I absolutely cannot abandon my brothers!" ”
"You don't want to abandon your own brothers. Do you think we're willing to abandon our instructor?" Zhan Xia Ge said sternly, "Yan Jun, help me persuade Captain Shen Hao!" ”
"Yes!"
Yan Jun stepped forward, swung the butt of his gun, and aimed it at the back of Shen Hao's head. Shen Hao rubbed his own head, turned away, and glared, shouting, "What are you trying to do?" ”
Before he finished speaking, Shen Hao felt a dizzying sensation crash into him. His knees buckled and he involuntarily fell into Yan Jun's arms.
Zhanxiage glared at Zhao Haiping and said coldly, "Tell me, do you want to leave by yourself, or do you want us to carry you behind your back?!" ”
Zhao Haiping tightly held Zhanxiage's 26-kilogram, 20mm caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle. After a brief hesitation, he saw Yan Jun raise his rifle again. He immediately shouted, "I'll go by myself!" ”
China's Fifth Special Forces, led by the madman war leader Zhan Xiage, actually carried out a spectacular and perfect breakout operation head-on against the enemy! They paid the price of two companions—each wounded—but in just one charge, plus the suicide bomber incident directed by Zhanxia Ge, they killed or wounded at least 150 terrorists, Afghan guerrillas, and international mercenaries. They also dealt an irreversible blow to the enemy's morale.
Long Jianhui, who had been lying on the hillside using a light machine gun to cover Zhanxiage and the others as they broke through, suddenly burst out laughing. He alone had killed at least twenty terrorists. Without the firepower support from his superiority, Zhan Xiage and the others would have had to sacrifice at least two more brothers to pass the challenge.
Long Jianhui looked at the fewer than twenty remaining Armed Police officers and soldiers beside him and said calmly, "I ordered them to break out. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance. In my eyes, you are all Chinese soldiers, all my brothers. I am simply selecting from among us those capable of breaking out." Now, please save every ounce of strength and every bullet. Before we all die, we must strive to make them pay the most painful price—not for anything else, but for our final moments, to bite them back a few more times! ”
Watching the furious group of terrorists at the foot of the mountain, under the cover of eight or nine light machine guns, once again forming an assault team of over two hundred men, cautiously scooping up the slope, Long Jianhui gazed into the distance at the sun, which had already sunbathed most of his body beneath the distant icy mountain, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
He understood that this was probably the last time he would see the sun!
Without the Fifth Special Forces as the backbone, he and twenty Armed Police officers and soldiers, exhausted so much that they could barely hold their rifles, could no longer withstand the attack team of over two hundred terrorists.
Long Jianhui slowly took off his uniform, revealing his rock-hard muscles. He placed his ID and his epaulets together. With a soft "click," the blue flame of the lighter flickered beneath his officer's ID and the major's epaulettes.
Under the confused and even terrified gazes of all the Armed Police officers and soldiers, Long Jianhui put a roll of hemostatic bandage into his mouth, then used his tiger-tooth combat knife to slowly shave off the tattoo on his left arm—a tattoo that ordinary Chinese soldiers would never allow to have—along with his own skin.
On Long Jianhui's left arm, he had a snake head carved with its mouth wide open. Anyone who saw this tattoo for the first time would instinctively focus on the snake head raised high, sharp and sharp...... Fangs!
Soldiers of China's Fifth Special Forces can die on the battlefield, and the only three fangs in China's history can also die on the battlefield, but...... Fang's identity must never fall into enemy hands!
Casually wrapping the wound on his left arm with a hemostatic bandage, Long Jianhui picked up the Squad Light Machine Gun in front of him, sprinkled bullet casings of various weapons in front of him, so dense they were almost invisible to the ground. He gently pressed the stock of the Squad Light Machine Gun against his right shoulder blade. In that spot, Long Jianhui, like Zhanxia Ge, had a similar, slightly sunken mark. In the veteran's mouth, that mark was called the 'Bloodless Red Flag'!
"I am Fang, I am Fang of the Fifth Special Forces!" Long Jianhui placed the light machine gun crosshair on a terrorist's head, quietly thinking to himself: "If you want a single fang of China's Fifth Special Forces unit to die on the battlefield, you will have to pay a hundredfold the price. In this battle, I only killed sixty-four people. I absolutely will not die until the last thirty-six targets are completed!" ”
With the gaze of a beloved woman and a tender gaze at the squad light machine gun in his hand, only soldiers who have truly experienced life-and-death battles can truly understand the meaning of a gun to a soldier. Long Jianhui softly said, "Please, my dear combat partner, let me fulfill my oath, let me walk this last stretch of life with the honor of a fang, okay?!" ”