Chapter 49: A Real Man

Assassins really don't know that in an era when cold weapons were still used, in a small country called "Japan," there was a profession called "ninja." These special groups, trained inhumanely, abandoning family and friendship to kill and be killed, have already developed similar flying weapons. As for the Fifth Special Forces Cadet, besides being able to use any firearm and operate any vehicle or fighter jet, they must also understand the characteristics and principles of each type of cold weapon.
The Song of the Hero deliberately lets the assassin's throwing darts pierce his right shoulder, causing him to lose all his firearms and use the fake tiger-tooth combat saber to lure the assassin into giving up dodging and attacking him.
Zhanxia Ge is betting on humanity, and he's betting on a warrior who will never miss the chance to kill his target with a single blow!
But the battle hero song succeeded.
The assassin lost well!
He was not inferior to Zhanxiage's military skills. In these mountains and dense forests, even with the most primitive weapons, few in the world could successfully kill him. He lost to the creativity of a professional soldier and the terrifying wisdom of war that dared to burn the bridges and use himself as bait to break through and regain his position!
Zhanxiage looked at the assassin, whose face was growing paler and paler, struggling to lie on the ground, with eyes full of sympathy. He knew that something must have happened to this beast-like young child, making him instinctively resist and fall to the ground.
Was it because he was once so hungry his legs went weak, lying on the same ground and in the same jungle, silently waiting for death, or when he was weak, he pretended to be dead and lay on the ground to escape the claws of wild beasts, letting a similarly hungry beast on the verge of death constantly test him?!
The assassin was a man who, though fighting to the death, could no longer harbor any hostility at this moment. Looking at this man, he couldn't help but recall the majestic, endless mountains he faced on the mountain training ground. In this man, there was a rough and pure aura like nature.
The assassin used his trembling hand to pull out a chocolate chip stained with his blood from his pocket, but no matter what, he couldn't bring the chip into his mouth. Zhanxiage stepped forward and gently took the chocolate bean. He tried to use his hands to help the assassin wipe it clean, but now his hands were also covered in blood. As he wiped the small chocolate bean, it was already covered in the blood of two men with the same beast-like aura!
Zhanxiage gently placed the chocolate chip into the assassin's mouth. At that moment, the assassin tasted the chocolate's bittersweet flavor, tasting the blood of himself and the Chinese soldier before him. On his innocent, almost bittersweet face, a trace of satisfied happiness appeared. The assassin whispered, "Thank you, thank you, friends from Dashan!" ”
Listening to the assassin's voice, Zhanxiage felt his heart tremble. Only someone like him, who also had deep feelings for Dashan, could hear that strange, indescribable emotion in the assassin's voice.
Zhanxiage picked up the self-defense pistol he had dropped to lure the enemy deep in, replaced the magazine, then rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a blood-soaked bandage to wrap the wound on his shoulder tightly. Zhan Xiage's gaze suddenly fell on the dart stuck in the birch tree. He gave the assassin a questioning look, and the assassin nodded gently at him.
Zhanxiage carefully wrapped this dangerous "weapon," which was absolutely unsuitable for personal use, in a piece of cloth, and then carefully hid it in his own pocket.
He truly would never forget this man.
It was this man who told Zhanxiage that a human could blend so perfectly with the environment—so perfect that even after careful and repeated inspection, no trace of him could be found. It was so perfect that only when a military knife slashed his neck did he suddenly wake up. Perfection made him feel ...... for this man. So sad!
The assassin's terrifying speed and agility rival that of apes made Zhanxiage see the nearly terrifying power a person possesses when constantly developing and optimizing their own physical potential!
Zhanxiage gave a serious military salute to the assassin who was still quietly standing there. In a way, the assassin is an absolute alternative to the war hero song, yet enough to help him break free from his self-righteous mindset and his identity as a "fang," slowly beginning to breed pride...... Teacher.
Silently watching Zhanxia Ge's figure slowly disappear into the dense forest, the assassin let out a long breath and said softly, "Goodbye...... Friends. I often describe myself as the wolf of the dense forest, but I have to admit, you are the true king of the forest, a true tiger of the forest! ”
Raising his head, the assassin gazed at the green sky above him, listening to the sound of the wind brushing past the treetops. He tightly embraced the birch tree behind him, a gentle smile that transcended the mortal valley and mountains on his face, a tranquil smile that belonged only to the fields and mountains. He softly said, "Mother Earth, I'm tired. Your son needs ...... Home! ”
A mighty eagle proudly spread its two-meter-long wings, swept past the mountains above the assassin's head, and at the same time, the assassin slowly closed his eyes.
Almost at the same time, Zhao Haiping's AK automatic rifle, covered in mud and leaves, fired. He had already locked onto Zhao Haiping's poisoned arrow with the scope, and with the sniper rifle that had accompanied him through countless bloody battles, he collapsed to the ground, regretfully thinking, "Sigh, just a little bit short!" ”
In sniper duels, the difference between life and death lies in this tiny detail.
"Boom!"
The poisoned arrow detonated the grenade he had prepared long ago, and his sniper rifle was blown into six or seven pieces by the smoke from the grenade's explosion.
Poison Arrow fulfilled his promise to Amirali's bodyguard captain Ma Kai-shek through his actions: "Rest assured, even if I die, I won't give them the chance to get the weapon in my hands, and of course, I won't give them the chance to shoot down the helicopter you're piloting with my weapon!" ”
Since in the martial arts contest, whether in fighting or shooting, he had completely lost to Ma Kai-shek, Poison Arrow, as a man, would fulfill his promise no matter what!
Because whether it was poisoned arrows, assassins, or every brother around them, they all grew up from the flames of war—true men!