Chapter 47: Tiger of the Dense Forest (Part 2)

The assassin and Poison Arrow quickly moved through the jungle, one after the other. The assassin looked at the marks left by Zhanxiage and the others as they passed, bent down to pick up two withered branches that had been trampled by others, thought for a moment, and continued forward.
As a sniper, Poison Arrow was naturally a man of few words, but at a time like this, when he encountered an assassin who disliked talking even more, he had to ask, "What did you see?" ”
"Two people, one of them, he's a friend of the jungle!"
A hint of surprise appeared on Poison Arrow's face. For an assassin who grew up in the mountains to be regarded as a jungle friend meant that one of the two Chinese soldiers fighting in the jungle had at least reached expert level.
The assassins use their own eyes and noses, moving swiftly along the path of the war hero song, following the various clues they leave behind no matter how careful they are. As he passed a clump of leaves that seemed to have been blown together by the wind, the assassin's foot had already stepped down. But when he was less than an inch from the ground, his foot paused slightly, then lifted it again, stepping forward another twenty centimeters.
The poisoned arrow following behind the assassin was completely unaware. He stepped on the pile of leaves, and suddenly heard a soft "pop."
Though the voice was faint, this familiar sound was like a thunderclap in the ears of a battle-hardened veteran like Poison Arrow. Poison Arrow's body suddenly stiffened in place, and he whispered, "I stepped on a landmine!" ”
The assassin kept walking forward without looking back, "Got it!" ”
Poison Arrow was really getting anxious. He lowered his voice and said, "Hey, why aren't you coming over quickly to help me dismantle this landmine?!" ”
"You can handle it!"
Throwing out a word utterly irresponsible for his comrades' lives, the assassin's figure disappeared behind a few birch trees. At that moment, Poison Arrow was truly amused and exasperated. He carefully crouched down and drew his multifunctional military knife, muttering to himself, "Sigh, what bad luck—acting with an uncivilized wild kid. Damn, this is the first time I've been dumped by someone treating me like a weary dummy!" ”
With the help of a saber, the poisoned arrow gently scraped away the loose soil around the mine. This was the most common M1A81 steel ball anti-infantry mine on the Afghan battlefield, and was also planted in large numbers deep in the mountains by Chechen militants to suppress attacks from Russian government forces. And those two damned Chinese soldiers actually dug out the mines they had buried and moved them to a new spot.
Familiar with this kind of poisoned arrow, he skillfully removed the mine fuse. When he picked up the mine, his eyes widened. Beneath this landmine was a pack of explosives tied up like a pack of pastries, weighing at least three kilograms. Beneath that pack were more than a dozen magazines that were probably stolen from those religious fanatics in the "assassin organization" who only knew how to act impulsively but had no real skills. If any unlucky person stepped on a landmine like this and foolishly lifted it, it definitely wouldn't be just him who would fall.
Just think about it: this landmine, explosive pack, and magazine were gifts left by Chinese soldiers for the more than two hundred joint pursuit units behind them. Looking at the fuse on the explosive charge, which had been bitten out in one bite, the person had bitten it hard. Now, two rows of deep bite marks were still clearly visible on the charge.
Poison Arrow stared at the mines he had already dismantled, thinking to himself, "Maybe this time the assassin has met a real opponent. He's eager to chase forward, probably eager to meet this opponent who shares his wild style, is equally skilled in jungle survival and combat, right?" ”
The assassin moved swiftly through the dense forest with a nearly beast-like move. He didn't catch up directly from behind, but instead followed a semicircular arc, circling ahead of them. This killer soldier, who grew up in the deep mountains, had only learned to know the mountains inside and out in just a few months. He found a small mountain spring, from which clear water gushed forth continuously, forming a small pool three or four meters in diameter.
Spring water overflowing from the small pool flows down along a winding channel formed by natural impact. Whether people or animals, all need to drink. The spring water flowing from this small pool flows through two forests that Chinese soldiers must pass through. When the spring water reached the place they passed, it had flowed about 800 meters and had become cloudy and undrinkable. To get clean water, they have to keep searching along the ditch.
According to the assassin's assessment, after a long march and continuous fierce fighting, the two Chinese soldiers were likely nearing their physical limit. In such cases, one person may rest and watch over the heavy supply line, while another person is responsible for finding clean water sources.
Rather than chasing down two Chinese soldiers and launching a one-on-two assault, it's easier to hide in the shadows and play a one-on-one assassination mission! To become an excellent assassin, the primary factor is to be able to use various conditions to divide enemy forces and create the most convenient attack opportunities for yourself!
Assassins are undoubtedly true masters in this field!
About five minutes later, the assassin heard very faint footsteps—the Chinese soldiers had indeed arrived, but only one person at that. When the assassin hiding under cover fixed his gaze on that target, his pupils instantly contracted into dangerous needle-like shapes.
This Chinese soldier clearly had endured a long journey and fierce battles. His camouflage uniform was torn by shrapnel and branches, and the uniform was no longer recognizable as green, instead showing a dark brown that sent chills down one's spine. The assassin, with beast-like instincts, could tell at a glance that the man's uniform had changed color because it was repeatedly soaked with scorching blood, then dried again and again.
This is a man who truly struggled out of blood and death.
His steps looked no different from ordinary people's, but under undeniable exhaustion, he wore heavy, somewhat tattered military police riot boots, stepping down and lifting again and again. The sound he made was so light, as if he was stepping on a hard, flat concrete floor rather than a mountain covered with fallen leaves and dead branches.
His waist bent slightly, and this subtle change, barely visible to the naked eye, gave him an unpredictable explosive power throughout his body. His left hand, which had been slightly downcast and gently hooked, swayed at a thirty-five degree angle with his left movement. The assassin watched him for a full minute and was shocked to find that no matter how he moved his left hand, it never left the holster of his left leg more than fifteen centimeters. If attacked, he could quickly draw the self-defense pistol from the holster.
He effortlessly slung an AK47 automatic rifle over his shoulder, looking indescribably relaxed and at ease. But the assassin understood that with just a shuffle of his shoulder, the rifle would bounce off. Combined with the movement of his right hand, anyone who thought there was an opportunity would pay the most painful price.
He is an absolutely terrifying enemy!
What made the assassin's heart ignite even more was the nearly tangible, almost tangible, fierce killing intent emanating from this man! He was a fierce tiger who, though exhausted, still maintained absolute vigilance and terrifying combat power!
The assassin carefully controlled his breathing, trying to make it slow and slow. He even narrowed his eyes slightly, struggling to suppress his killing intent. A fierce tiger crawling out of a pile of corpses—he must have possessed a sense far more keen than ordinary people, even a sixth sense. Any slight misstep would trigger an inexplicable sense of alertness in his heart.
Even the most vigilant person can slack off sometimes; even the most fearsome tiger has the chance to expose its weaknesses.
This opportunity lies in that small pool.
Zhanxiage carefully examined the footprints on the ground, but the assassin, who was even more skilled in jungle warfare, had already erased all his footprints. Seeing the small pool, Zhanxiage didn't rush over. He raised the AK automatic rifle on his shoulder and used the pool as his core, slowly circling the surrounding jungle. At several locations where someone might ambush, Zhanxiage had pulled a thin rope made from bark fibers, and at the concealed spots of the ropes, there were two bullet casings. Only after setting up this setup did Zhan Xiaoge walk to the pond. After confirming no one was there, he put down his automatic rifle, drew his Huya Combat Combat Knife, twisted open the hilt, and took out a test strip that might have detection capabilities. He dipped it into the pool to check its color. After confirming the water was free of toxins, he casually plucked a slender leaf from a nearby plant, rolled it into a round file-shaped container, and scooped a ladle of water from the pool. Put it into your own mouth.
At this point, the assassin still hadn't made a move, believing the time was not right.