Chapter 59: A Spark Ignites the Prairie (Part 2)

A bitter smile slowly appeared at the corner of Zhanxiage's mouth. He said softly, "My instructor at the time was Brother Zhu Jianjun." He secretly swapped out the automatic rifle I used for execution. The magazine of that new rifle was filled with dum rounds, and even more terrifying, the gun had been modified by Brother Zhu Jianjun! I pulled the wrench, and the prisoner kneeling less than a meter before me had his head explode right before my eyes, like a watermelon smashed onto the floor! ”
"Caught off guard, my whole body and face were splattered with the prisoner's blood and brain matter. I was truly terrified then. I had set my automatic rifle to single-shot mode, but for some reason, the whole rifle kept firing. I didn't dare raise the gun at all—if I did, the bullets would accidentally hit other soldiers and brothers! All I could do was let the muzzle hang down, and I could only let bullets keep hitting that twisted killer's body. Blood and flesh splattered continuously from his body, splashing onto my face and into my eyes. Until thirty bullets pierced the perverted rapist's body, turning him into a pile of flesh so invisible that no one could be seen. And some of those bits of flesh and bones stuck tightly to my body. That sticky, greasy feeling, that feeling of the warm liquid flowing on my face—I think I'll never forget it for the rest of my life! ”
Zhao Haiping looked at the man standing tall before him, and how terrifying a burden was borne on his strong shoulders! Zhao Haiping could hardly imagine how long it would take for a new recruit who had never been to the battlefield to recover after all this experience. Behind his nearly immense combat power lies one experience after another—experiences that ordinary people dare not imagine, let alone imagine, can never imagine!
Zhao Haiping took a gentle breath and asked in a strange voice, "And then?!" ”
"Then I was praised for the first time by Brother Zhu Jianjun. I could still walk out straight, without screaming, crying, or hysterical breakdowns. I just returned the gun to him with a pale face. He said he was born a jerk, and that he finally found a bit of an advantage in this trash among the worst of the worst of the worst: his reflexes are slower than others', his emotional nerves are more obscure, and his stomach nerves are dumber than others'! To reward me as an idiot, Brother Zhu Jianjun ordered me to go without gloves and carry a large garbage bag to collect the body of the perverted rapist I had just smashed to pieces! ”
Zhanxiage stared at his hands and said softly, "That bastard was hit by thirty rounds of dam rounds. His whole body was blasted into over a hundred pieces by lead bullets. I used those hands to pick up chunks of meat one by one into the big trash bag." Every time I felt like vomiting, Brother Zhu Jianjun would kick me the butt. In the end, I didn't throw up, so Brother Zhu Jianjun praised me again! ”
"That night, he treated me to steak and pig brain. The steak was fresh, top-quality beef, completely undercooked, with no seasonings or even salt, and when the pig brain was brought to me, it was still hot. Brother Zhu Jianjun was very considerate of my feelings, so he didn't prepare knives, forks, or spoons for me. When I ate the pig brain, I could only use my own hands, picking it up bit by bit and putting it into my mouth. That temperature, that smell, immediately reminded me of the brain matter of the prisoner I executed that morning! ”
Although he knew that sympathy for a soldier like Zhan Xiage, which was nothing short of an insult, Zhao Haiping's eyes still involuntarily flashed with a trace of pity. He softly asked, "So you threw up?" ”
"No!"
Zhanxiage raised his head, "Because at that time, I already understood that for a warrior to survive in the harshest environment, he must know how to respect food!" If I want to survive, I have to eat, and I absolutely can't throw up! If I had thrown up at that time, I would have been the loser eliminated by Brother Zhu Jianjun during his test! When Brother Zhu Jianjun watched helplessly as I finished that kilogram of raw steak and one pound of pig brain, I couldn't stand up anymore, because I had stabbed my thigh four times with my canine tooth combat knife! ”
"If you want to surpass the Armed Police Force that can only perform ordinary tasks, truly become a special operations expert, and have a tougher and stronger vitality on the battlefield, you must do what others cannot, and be able to endure what others cannot!" Remember, heaven only sends miracles to those who are prepared! "Zhanxiage once again brought the few grains of sand rabbit dung in his hand to Zhao Haiping and ordered, "Eat them!" ”
Zhao Haiping stared at the sand rabbit dung that Zhanxiage had brought him for the second time. He reached out and grabbed the sand rabbit dung, which represented inorganic salts and various minerals essential for the human body, slowly putting it into his mouth, then chewing slowly, slowly chewing. Zhao Haiping's Adam's apple kept moving up and down, his knuckles turning white from the grip of his hands, making constant crackling sounds, but he kept biting and chewing.
With every chew, Zhao Haiping thought of that big boy whose whole body and face were splattered with blood, flesh, and brain; With every bite, Zhao Haiping thought of the soldier who had just picked up over a hundred pieces of carcasses with his own hands and was about to taste unprocessed raw beef and pig brain; Every time his stomach churned, Zhao Haiping thought of the man who, just to keep him from vomiting, had stabbed his thigh four times!
Zhao Haiping kept chewing and chewing until all those grains of sand rabbit droppings were chewed up in his mouth, dissolving them all with his saliva. Only then did he slowly send those things along with his own saliva into his stomach.
Zhanxiage nodded in satisfaction. He didn't pick the leftover sand jujube, nor did he pick the nutritious sea buckthorn fruit. Zhao Haiping didn't ask further. He imitated Zhanxiage and dug out a skeleton—from which some animal had left there, no one knew when—and put it in his mouth.
During long journeys in the desert, you must regularly replenish your body with enough salt and calcium. No matter how much nutrition is left in this bone, chewing it bit by bit and swallowing it can still restore some strength. Only now did Zhao Haiping suddenly understand why Zhanxiage dared to enter the great desert without sufficient supplies. Soldiers like him, even in the desert, could still find enough food to sustain their lives!
Zhan Xiagege took out the last first aid kit from their pockets. The hemostatic bandages inside the kit had long been used up, and even the suturing thread used to stitch wounds was gone. Inside, only a disposable syringe and a dose of morphine for pain relief remained.
Zhanxiage removed the plastic bag from the disposable syringe and injected a liquid of "Holy War No. 1" poison mixed with fresh water into a liquid on one of the sea buckthorn trees. After careful observation for a long time, he injected five milliliters of 'Holy War No. 1' poison into a jujube tree that had been soaked in the fruit of the sand and the sand tree.
When Zhanxiage and Zhao Haiping left the resting spot, they didn't touch the edible sand jujube and sea buckthorn fruit that tasted quite good.
A few hours later, the terrorists' joint pursuit team arrived at the location where Zhanxiage and Zhao Haiping had erased all traces of their presence. Seeing the sea buckthorn fruit and the pickled Shaguai jujube, a group of "assassin organization" terrorists cheered and rushed over. They swept away the small number of sand jujubes and sea buckthorn fruits. Some slower runners at the back, seeing the bright red sand jujubes become prizes in others' hands, swallowed hard and simply picked off all the leaves with a hint of green.
These hundred-plus people were like locusts passing through; in less than a minute, all the sand jujubes, sea buckthorn fruits, and leaves were snatched up by them. Just as they were about to put the food into their mouths, a sharp shout rang out: "Stop!" ”
The Afghan guerrilla captain glared at the members of the "assassin organization," a look of disappointment in his eyes. After all, the Chechen rebels had experienced two Chechen wars and were professional soldiers who had grown from the flames of war. But the "assassin organization" is made up of dozens of terrorist groups of various sizes. Their daily actions are disorganized and undisciplined, like scattered sand, and once in the desert, their bandit nature is laid bare. Such trash actually wants to challenge China, the world's strongest army, and forcibly carve out a piece of land from someone else's mouth to achieve independence? Isn't this just too far-fetched?! Which country has its own territory and territory, not built on blood, smoke, and the bones of its soldiers?!
Those holding sand jujubes instinctively stuffed them into their mouths and chewed them fiercely. Did they really think that an elderly man over sixty years old would compete with kids like them for a few sand jujubes?
The Afghan guerrilla leader said helplessly to a guerrilla who spoke Uyghur, "Just remind them, be careful not to be poisoned!" ”
Having fulfilled his duty as an ally, the Afghan guerrilla leader turned and walked away; he no longer wanted to watch the disgraceful behavior of these so-called "allies." Now, everyone is in the same boat, yet they can't unite their hearts and efforts. If they can fully express their true nature over a few sand jujubes, how could such allies expect them to step forward in the face of danger?
Hearing the Afghan guerrilla relay the captain's words, the terrorist from the "assassin organization" who had already put the sand jujube in his mouth suddenly widened his eyes. His mouth, still chewing desperately, suddenly froze as if he had a mouth ulcer. Suddenly, he covered his mouth and let out a painful groan, spitting out the crushed jujube flesh along with the date's pit. Pointing at food with several streaks of blood, he cried out in a crying voice, "Blood, blood, I'm coughing up blood, I'm poisoned!" I'm going to die! I've been poisoned, I'm going to die! ”
The Afghan guerrilla fighter stared at the food scraps on the ground and shook his head slightly. The so-called coughing up blood was just a "killer organization" terrorist who ate dates too quickly and accidentally got pricked in the mouth by a jujube pit. If the sand jujube were truly poisonous, given the potency of "Holy War No. 1," how could he possibly cry, scream, and jump for half a day of performance?
Another Afghan guerrilla standing in the distance said in a low voice, "If you're so timid, how can you be a terrorist?" ”
A member of the 'assassin organization' who finally had some sense of his mind raised the sand jujube in his hand and smiled, "If those two Chinese soldiers really found these things, they wouldn't even have time to pick them to fill their stomachs, let alone poison them." Look at this sand jujube in my hand—not only does it have holes from worm bites, but there's also a live ant. If it were really poisonous, this ant would have been poisoned to death long ago, right?! ”
The member of the "assassin organization" put the wormhole-filled sand jujube into his mouth, crunching as he chewed it while stuffing two jujubes into the hands of an Afghan guerrilla fighter, laughing, "I picked these jujubes from the same tree. It's not like some jujubes on one tree are poisonous and some are not, right?" Even if Chinese soldiers wanted to poison someone, they couldn't do so without damaging the surface of the jujube, right? ”