Chapter 43: Iron Blood Battle Banner (Part 1)

The birch tree, blown down by the blast, emitted a tooth-aching "squeak screech" sound. Staring at the growing shadows before them, the terrorists lying beneath the fallen birch tree let out desperate screams.
"Clang!"
On that birch tree, another piece of shrapnel the size of a palm fell off, and just that one piece made everyone shiver in fear. But there was no lethal weapon on this shrapnel; it rolled and slanted into the ground. A "Killer Organization" terrorist who had survived the explosion and was not injured stared at the shrapnel beneath his feet, which seemed to have been written with charcoal.
This member of the "Assassin Organization" terrorist hesitated for a moment, then bent down and picked up the shrapnel with trembling hands. On the clean side of this shrapnel, Zhanxiage left a second line: Come on, come on, you bunch of cowards who can't even defeat my grandmother, before you become transgender and your last bit of courage is completely gone, before you get blown up by my brother, keep chasing me, keep killing me!
Seeing the text on such shrapnel, feeling the war hero's utterly arrogant brazenness, the twenty-some uninjured people felt their whole bodies trembling and their hands and feet cold. Who knows if they were scared or angry.
"Smack!" Smack! ”
About two thousand meters away, on a hillside, the distinctive crisp sound of AK automatic rifles suddenly rang out. Someone was waving a white flag back and forth at them. In the Russian military high-magnification telescope held by a Chechen guerrilla, a Chinese soldier whose face was painted almost like an African refugee was covered in charcoal ash, waving a large flag while jumping, shouting, and shouting, sometimes giving them a thumbs-up and then flipping the middle finger.
"They must have telescopes. Zhao Haiping, you and I do this! Why the hell are you embarrassed? This is called 'picking widows' in military strategy, and this is also luring the enemy deep to defeat them one by one. You bastard, do you even understand the tactic of using superior tactics to strategize?!"
Zhanxiage simply threw the white battle flag in his hand—which was far from imposing—to Zhao Haiping, who was standing dumbfounded watching his "performance." Then he turned his body, raised his butt toward the enemy, slapped his back twice hard, and then raised both of his freed hands upside down, shouting with all his might, "You small fry, I miss you, I miss you so much, I miss you so much I can't sleep!" Hahaha......"
At this moment, the Song of the Battle Hero truly embodies the 'arrogant, violent, and unrestrained' mantra. When used to the extreme, even if you can't hear what he's shouting, just look at his shameless, vulgar body language, and his smug, animated expression, as if he can't dance a hula in public. As long as he's not a distant eunuch out of needles, as long as he still has a bit of masculine courage, no one would swallow this frustration!
The current supreme commander of the Chechen guerrilla forces swung his binoculars and swung them fiercely at a stone taller than a person. But just as the binoculars were about to be released, he desperately grabbed onto this essential jungle combat prop. Like a horned bull, he gasped for breath and suddenly let out an angry howl: "Leave all your first aid kits for the wounded. If you can run, jump, and see the Chinese shoot whenever you shoot, chase with me!" If we don't take down these two Chinese bastards, we're not going back—we've lost all our face! ”
Zhan Xiagege grabbed his AK automatic rifle again and fired several more shots into the air, startling the birds and beasts in the dense forest into fleeing in all directions. He watched as a big, plump rabbit crashed into his thigh in panic and couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.
"Hahaha...... Today, Old Zhan finally understood what it means to wait for a rabbit by a tree stump. It turns out that besides the small fry chasing us and always jumping into traps, there really are such dumb rabbits. Zhao Haiping, let's go! ”
He snatched the white flag from Zhao Haiping's hand, still waving and waving it, easily causing misunderstandings and misunderstandings. The war hero song roared out laughing wildly as he strode away, leaving behind only a dazed and silly Zhao Haiping.
Zhao Haiping stared at the Zhan Xia Ge, who blatantly violated the special operations regulations and insisted on carrying such a big banner on him. He was a man with a tongue and couldn't clearly express his feelings, but he could clearly see that the song had changed.
In the war hero song, there is less coldness, less loneliness, and less solemnity that makes people hesitant to approach, but instead a sense of liveliness and joy. Overall, that calm yet fiery passion, the heroic and versatile war chivalry song on the battlefield is back!
Zhao Haiping kept running closely behind Zhan Xiaoge and the white flag on his shoulder, secretly guessing that it was because Bai Yi brought Zhan Xiaoge the line, "Yajie'er is waiting for you to come back," that Zhanxiage had changed this way.
He guessed half of it.
The one who truly defeated Zhanxiage was the twelve-year-old Chechen terrorist who died under his Huya Combat Saber. No matter how deserving he was, no matter what punishment he deserved, when Zhanxiage stabbed the tiger-tooth combat saber into a child's chest, piercing his heart, watching helplessly as his body slowly stiffened and softened, witnessing the lingering longing and helplessness in the last few seconds of his life, who could have imagined the shock and shock Zhanxiage felt inside?!
No matter what rigorous training he had undergone or how angry he was, after all, he was just a twenty-four-year-old young man, a rookie on the battlefield for the first time, a flesh-and-blood man with emotions deeper than most, not a killing machine controlled by programs whose eyes only had two simple choices: "yes" and "no"!
If even the woman he loved most could not understand him, how would others view a soldier who stabbed a twelve-year-old child with a military knife? How could he make those who had never been to the battlefield, never seen their closest brothers and comrades instantly torn apart, the inhuman pain and anger welling up from the depths of their hearts?!
In his anger, he claimed the mountains as his king, drew boundaries on the land, and "loyally" wanted to fulfill his promise to the woman he loved to die on the battlefield.
But when Zhu Jianjun, the instructor who was the strictest and most helpful to him, could never appear on this land, watching Zhu Jianjun lead four veterans in bloody battle, watching Bai Yi sprint across the battlefield amid a hail of bullets, all to deliver a single sentence to his ear. In that instant, Zhanxiage understood—after all, there were still people who understood him, knew him. His instructor, his comrades, his brothers...... None of them gave up on him!
And the woman he loved most never gave up on him!
Just imagine, facing the instructor and three veterans side by side in graves without tombstones, what kind of pain and joy did Zhanxiage feel at that moment?
This heart-wrenching pain, this joy that makes him want to roar out loud, are intertwined. Anyone who has never experienced such strange emotional entanglements would never understand that feeling of pain and joy!
Zhanxiage suddenly stopped beside a birch tree that looked like the tallest tree. He drew his tiger-tooth combat saber and, with a few strikes, carved a simple yet absolutely striking arrow symbol into the tree's trunk.
"Ahem...... Pah! ”
Zhanxiage spat a heavy mouthful of phlegm onto the arrow symbol and shouted, "Zhao Haiping, do you dare to bet with me? Just because of this thick phlegm I spat out, those bastards won't dare get within five meters of this big tree, hahaha......"
Zhao Haiping shook his head repeatedly. Unless he was foolish, he would only make such a bet with a war genius well-versed in sniper and counter-sniper psychology, and deeply studied behavioral psychology.
The direction indicated by this arrow was their retreat route!