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

Yes, it's the sheepskin that carries moisture on their bodies. With every breath, as they enjoy the coolness and comfort brought by the moist sheepskin with their own skin, the "Holy War One" agent has already seeped into their bodies bit by bit through their pores.
What a domineering 'Holy War No. 1' poison, what a domineering trap!
Looking at the children who had just been pushing each other back and refusing to drink anyone else's water, the Afghan guerrilla captain was truly stunned. He suddenly raised his head and let out a long, wounded howl.
The Afghan guerrilla captain pointed at the guerrilla fighter who was standing there stunned with a single shovel, shouting loudly, "Dig, dig for me! Make me dig hard, let me see what kind of trap we've fallen into!" ”
Two shovels struck the sand where they had once extracted fresh water. When they had dug nearly three feet deep, a guerrilla fighter shoveled it into a small hole. Instinctively, he raised the shovel, knocking out a heavy machine gun shell along with several branches.
The Afghan guerrilla commander stared at the heavy machine gun casings that had fallen to the ground, from which a few drops of colorless, tasteless, yet hopelessly poisonous liquid could be sealed with blood! As a guerrilla warfare expert with rich combat experience and also skilled in laying mines and traps, he understood the logic with just a brief thought. Chinese soldiers had long anticipated that they would also extract fresh water from this water vein, so they designed a delayed poisoning trap here!
Under the sand where the Afghan guerrillas had just extracted fresh water, Chinese soldiers dug out more than a dozen small caves made from tree branches, and without exception, placed a heavy machine gun shell casing inside these holes. The placement of these shell casings was very clever. As long as someone dug a few times or dug a few shovels on them, they would dump themselves. The "Jihad One" agent mixed with fresh water would be poured into the sand.
The liquid agent was gradually seeped upward by the heat evaporating inside the sand. This way, the freshwater collected by the Afghan guerrillas was initially non-toxic. But before long, the freshwater they carefully collected and poured into their own kettles became the scythe in the hands of death!
The Afghan guerrilla captain kicked the bullet casing lying beneath his feet far away.
People around the world have finally witnessed the cleverness of the Chinese people, their cunning, the shamelessness of Chinese soldiers, and their despicability in front of their televisions!
A special operations expert candidly told reporters: "These two Chinese soldiers gave all our soldiers, including terrorists, the most vivid lesson on poisoning, stumbling blocks, and setting traps!" My biggest headache now is that with such desert survival live shows broadcast 24/7 worldwide, terrorists scattered across the globe are watching and learning alongside us. They carefully ponder every detail of this protracted tug-of-war, until they infiltrate their own terrorist activities. ”
What this special operations expert said was definitely not alarmist!
Zhanxiage is the third super ace soldier in China's Fifth Special Forces to receive five medals of honor simultaneously!
Do you know why the Chinese Army is known as invincible?
Not only because the Chinese military possessed the "spiritual atomic bomb" created during the Mao Zedong era, but also because, after eight years of the War of Resistance Against Japan, three years of the Liberation War, and three years of the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, in every war, we defeated the strong with the weak, and in every war, we were bombed repeatedly by the enemy with planes, tanks, and artillery, without air superiority and almost no high-altitude defensive weapons!
Facing these fortresses made of steel and the enemy's thousands of cannons and hundreds of fighter jets bombarding them, the Chinese army has become the world's experts in civil engineering operations, designing the most reasonable and effective battlefield survival space for themselves!
Looking around the world, whether you belong to the Delta Force, Israeli special forces, or Afghan guerrillas, no military is better at civil engineering than the Chinese military; No other unit could compare to the lack of ammunition and smelting plants at the time. They could only use wood, stone, strands of hair, matches, and gunpowder made from monosulfur, sulfur, and tricharcoal, and made grenades from border regions. They forcibly produced throwing mines, flying mines, tripping mines, chain mines, sub-mother mines, and directional mines. After fourteen years of playing with landmines against the enemy, the Chinese army was even more adept at laying mines!
The Chinese army is the ancestor of trap-designing and laying landmines, and the war hero song was carefully trained by the Fifth Special Forces—even the instructors secretly give a thumbs up—the true ancestor among ancestors!
While Zhanxiage and Zhao Haiping were resting under a sand dune, Zhao Haiping lay obediently in the shade behind the dune, trying to relax his body. However, Zhanxiage's attention was drawn to a few sea buckthorns near the dunes, each just over two feet tall. Sea buckthorn is a valuable substance. The clusters of sea buckthorn fruits are not only edible but also contain sea buckthorn oil, making it an essential sunscreen oil for walking under the sun in the desert.
Zhanxiage spat out the cleaning stick used for cleaning his mouth and pulled out the Huya Combat Knife. He had planned to cut off the sea buckthorn fruit along with the branches, hoping not only to obtain the sea buckthorn but also to make a new chewing stick from the branches. But for some reason, Zhanxiage slowly put the Huya Combat Combat Saber back into its sheath.
Zhanxiage seemed to know nothing of fatigue, spinning around the sea buckthorn plants in circles, making Zhao Haiping's eyes dazzle. Finally, Zhao Haiping couldn't help but point to a small patch of green plants. Among them, a few spots of red sprouted out, making them stand out in the golden desert.
Zhao Haiping swallowed lightly and said, "Master, aren't there still two jujubes over there? Why don't you pick them? Are you planning to save them for the enemies behind to eat?" ”
Zhanxiage nodded, carefully reached out to pick a few fully ripe sand jujubes from the fruit sand jujube tree, tossed them to Zhao Haiping, and then pulled out a few green leaves from his pocket and chewed them heartily. Zhan Xiaoge suddenly bent down, picked up a small bunch of air-dried sand rabbit droppings from the ground, and brought them to Zhao Haiping, asking, "Want some?" ”
Zhao Haiping, his mouth stuffed with jujubes, widened his eyes and shook his head desperately.
"Sigh, what a good thing! I'm giving you some, and you don't even appreciate it!" Zhanxiage shook his head and sighed. Under Zhao Haiping's monstrous gaze, he actually put that string of sand rabbit droppings into his mouth. Without chewing or even drinking water, he lifted his neck and swallowed them down into his stomach.
Zhao Haiping felt a turbulent storm in his stomach, a nausea that he couldn't suppress rushing straight to his brain. He couldn't help but retch a few times on the ground.
"There are two types of rabbit droppings: one is of course garbage, which even stray dogs wouldn't smell; the other is rich in inorganic salts and minerals essential for living things. Even rabbits themselves will consume their own feces." Zhanxiage stared coldly at Zhao Haiping, who was lying on the ground retching and dry-heaving, and said, "I can eat moss that even wild goats can't swallow. I can stand in a cesspit, breathe with my own miniature oxygen tank, and eat my own lunch!" My first time killing was at the execution ground as a gunman who executed a heinous perverted killer who had repeatedly raped and killed seventeen young girls and dismembered them. At that time, the veterans told me that killing was really nothing. Shooting a man in the back of the head was just a small bullet hole, with little blood splattering and the scene not too disgusting. As long as I could overcome my psychological issues, shooting and killing was really not a big deal. ”
Zhao Haiping really didn't understand why Zhanxiage suddenly mentioned his first time shooting someone, but he couldn't help but be curious. He propped himself up and asked, "And the result?" ”
"The result?"