Chapter 2: Missions

"Of course not!" Zhu Jianjun said, "If you're fighting bloody battles with the enemy on the battlefield, with only one bullet in your magazine, who would you ask to switch to a new weapon?" If you choose to give up this machine gun and carry only a saber on a mission, I have no objection! ”
Zhanxiage sighed resignedly, obediently hoisted the M134 rotary machine gun—which could fire several times faster than a regular machine gun—on his shoulder, carefully stuffing the only bullet into the empty belt. When he reached out to grab the backpack Zhu Jianjun had thrown to the ground, Zhan Xiaoge's eyes widened again. He shouted loudly, "Reporting to the instructor, this backpack doesn't have a strap!" ”
"Of course, if you have a backpack strap, do you really need me to prepare it for you?"
Zhan Xia Ge tested the weight of the entire backpack. This huge, strapless backpack felt as heavy as a stone. He asked, "What's inside this?" ”
"Equipment for simulating loads!" Zhu Jianjun stared at Zhanxiage and said, "Number Four, remember this. Don't think about playing tricks!" The more weights you carried when you went, the more you had to carry back when you came back—one more or less. In front of all the teachers and students, especially Officer Yajie'er, I'd kick your butt hard in front of everyone! ”
Hearing the name Yajie'er, Zhan Xiaoge was caught off guard, his face flushing bright red. But faced with this life-or-death situation, he could only keep his face flushed red and ask, "Where are my supplies?" ”
"Yes, of course I have. Now open the backpack I carefully prepared for you!"
Inside the military backpack weighing a full fifty kilograms, there was a map, a lighter, a military water bottle, a military compass, a military watch, a map, a sharpened red and blue pencil, a multifunctional military knife, a compressed biscuit weighing two taels, five qian of salt, and the rest was a simulated load!
Zhanxiage was truly stunned. "Instructor, you want me to carry out a combat mission, and all you prepare is this little thing?" ”
"No, there's a signal flare in your backpack. If you get bitten by a venomous snake, hit by a wild boar, or grabbed by a tiger, and fall into a cave, as long as you light this flare, the helicopter will arrive within thirty minutes."
Zhu Jianjun wore a devilish smile. "I'll be so happy to see you brought back by helicopter, because that means I can finally get rid of you, the trash among the worst of trash, and go retrain. No matter what, the new trainee will always be better than you!" ”
Zhan Xiage, out of Zhu Jianjun's sight, quietly raised a middle finger and whispered, "Damn it, is this really such a prank?" Damn it, your thirty-sixth-generation ancestor turtle son and sheep's tail banana wax pull! ”
Zhanxiage and Zhu Jianjun arrived at the military district in a military jeep, where a small military helicopter was already waiting for them.
After another hour and a half by helicopter, Zhanxiage secretly calculated their location and estimated they had already reached the Chinese border. Zhu Jianjun pointed to the jungle below the plane and said, "That's your battlefield!" Recently, criminals involved in arms smuggling and drug trafficking have become increasingly brazen. Not only did they escape several attempts by local armed police forces during crackdowns, but some soldiers were even killed or wounded. Now, a report requesting support has been submitted to the military. These criminals crossing borders are extremely ruthless. Whenever they are discovered smuggling drugs or firearms, regardless of age, woman, or child, they are shot and killed. Just last year, 178 bodies were found in the jungle beneath our feet, and the number of bones gnawed by wild beasts is impossible to count! ”
"Now the higher-ups have officially issued an order to kill these criminals without mercy! In two weeks, regular troops will form small groups and launch a large-scale wipe out of this jungle. Before that, no matter what method you use, kill a criminal for me, and report to me with his weapon and a finger! ”
Zhu Jianjun said in a deep voice, "At the locations marked with red pencil on the map, I've set up five supply points where you can get food and weapons supplies." Remember, you're not facing ordinary criminals. Many of those daring to shuttle back and forth along the border and challenge local armed police forces are retired from special forces and experts in jungle warfare! If you think you're arrogant just because you've spent three years in the Navy, Army, and Air Force and received a year of special training, you'll definitely be the 179th corpse in this jungle! ”
And so, Zhanxiage carried a single-soldier Vulcan cannon with only one bullet on his back, carrying a full fifty kilograms but only five qian of salt, a compressed biscuit, a jug of water, and a military backpack without a backpack strap, and was thrown by helicopter into that unfamiliar world.
Zhan Xiaoge picked up the M134 rotating machine gun upside down and smashed it hard against a rock over a person's height. After a dozen strikes to make sure the gun was no longer usable, Zhan Xiaoge drew his multi-purpose saber and cut off the strap from the machine gun's ammo box.
He cut the parachute into more than a dozen pieces, then used a lighter to light several polyester parachute fragments. Then, using a military knife, he picked a spring that had popped out of the machine gun. Watching the entire spring heat up and glow red, he grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and covered it with the fire. After the spring slowly cooled in the air, Zhan Xiaoge grabbed the spring and pulled it straight with both hands.
This gave the war hero song a needle.
He separated the nylon paracord and used that rough needle to sew the strap layer by layer onto the backpack. He put a few pieces of the torn umbrella jacket into his backpack, then removed the battery from the heavily damaged machine gun. Finally, Zhanxiage casually tossed the gun into a tree hollow and kicked it in a few times of dirt.
In an environment severely short of supplies, carrying a machine gun weighing over ten kilograms but firing only one bullet through the primeval jungle was definitely not a good idea. The wisest approach now is to follow the map and find the supply points preset by Instructor Zhu Jianjun, equipping them with new weapons. As for those who hold guns as a warrior's second weapon, they must never give up, nor deliberately damage their ideas. Fools who don't know how to adapt at all are just let go to their deaths!
He tied his military sword to a two-meter-long wooden stick, giving him a long spear. He also spent two hours making a bow and a dozen arrows, officially arming himself.
Zhan Xiaoge gripped his compass and map as he wandered alone through the primeval jungle. Whenever he found anyone passing by, he would mark the map with a pencil. But for some reason, the more he went, the more uncomfortable he felt. After spending a full twenty-four hours finally reaching the first supply point, he faced a cliff so steep that even a monkey couldn't climb it. Zhanxiage clenched his fists and shouted, "Zhu Jianjun, at a time like this, you still threw me a fake map." Do you really fucking want me to die here?! ”