Chapter 63: Wolf Assault

Suddenly, the AK automatic rifle began to roar. The terrorist who had just shot and killed a sand rabbit stared with bloodshot eyes, desperately pulling the trigger of the AK automatic rifle while screaming madly: "I want you to steal my rabbit meat, I want you to steal my rabbit meat! Whoever steals my rabbit meat, I'll die!" ”
Everyone was stunned by the terrorist's frenzied actions. Those standing near him watched helplessly as he fired a full twenty-nine rifle bullets at his own people, with twelve or thirteen terrorists lying on the ground. This terrorist had truly gone mad. After finishing an entire magazine, he actually took another magazine out of his own magazine. Just as he was cursing loudly with blood-red eyes and loading the magazine, his body suddenly shuddered.
This terrorist who had just shot and killed more than a dozen "companions" without hesitation stared in disbelief at the bowl-sized wound that suddenly appeared on his chest, watching blood continuously flow from it. He picked up a few strands of fresh blood and put them in his mouth, savoring the sweet, fishy taste. Only then did he dare to be certain that he had really been shot—someone had shot him!
About twenty meters away, the Chechen anti-government guerrilla leader stood pale, holding a Desert Eagle self-defense pistol.
This terrorist knew he was doomed. In the vast desert, where food and drink were scarce and emergency medicine was almost scarce, let alone hospitals, luxury toys like hospitals were scarce. A hole the size of a bowl appeared on his chest. If he didn't die from pain, he would have bled dry. He glared, pointed at the Chechen guerrilla leader, and shouted hoarsely, "Brothers, these Chechen bastards, they're shooting at me!" They want to kill all our brothers in the 'Assassin Organization' and steal all our food and water! ”
This terrorist from the "assassin organization" may not stand out in life-and-death battles on the battlefield, but he is definitely skilled at provoking and stirring up trouble. He reached out to pick up the blood flowing from his wound and shouted, "Look, not only do they want to steal our food and clean water, they will kill us all, drink our blood and eat our flesh......
"Bang!"
Although he couldn't understand what this guy was saying about wildly firing an automatic rifle at his comrades just for a wild rabbit, seeing the expressions of other "assassin organization" members, the Chechen partisan captain simply fired another shot. The bullet landed directly on the head of the "assassin organization" terrorist. At a close range of twenty meters, the Desert Eagle pistol bullet, which was even more powerful than an automatic rifle, shattered the opponent's head into more than a dozen pieces. In an instant, a large patch of sticky red and white substances scattered in all directions like radiation.
"Splash......"
Seeing their own men shot in the head by the Chechen rebel commander, more than forty members of the "assassin organization" instinctively raised their weapons.
"Splash......"
The Chechen rebels are not a rabble like a "killer organization"; they are a group of soldiers tested by war, and they have almost simultaneously raised their weapons. Although they repeatedly fought Chinese soldiers, constantly facing ambushes and sniper attacks, suffering heavy casualties, the Chechen anti-government forces still had more than eighty people. Over eighty automatic rifles were pointed at more than forty members of the "assassin organization," instantly and thoroughly suppressing the enemy's momentum.
The "brothers" who were once fighting side by side have become enemies ready to unleash a fierce battle at any moment just because of a wild rabbit weighing over a jin. Between these two groups were a dozen or so lying on the ground, groaning continuously—Chechen soldiers and members of the "assassin organization," unlucky souls who looked like they wouldn't survive.
Special forces soldiers from various countries who saw this scene on satellite TV shook their heads repeatedly. A senior special forces captain even declared bluntly, "These terrorists are finished!" ”
This Wild Hare Incident was finally subdued under the joint efforts of the barely regaining consciousness of the Chechen rebel commanders and the leaders of the "assassin organization," but their alliance had already formed an irreparable rift. With everyone's nerves stretched to the limit, and even the slightest extremity could escalate into a tragedy of fratricide, the Chechen anti-government commander and the leaders of the "assassin organization" held a brief consultation, and they quickly reached a consensus.
Rather than letting everyone fight within their own camp, it was better to split into two groups, advancing side by side at a distance of two to three thousand meters. If one side was attacked, the other side would quickly rush to assist. This not only eases the conflict between the two "allies" that have just formed but also spreads out and increases their chances of obtaining food for both sides.
The commander of the Chechen rebel forces had to take out high-powered walkie-talkies every day, trying to contact the base. But they had gone too far, and the desert would hinder radio communication. Listening to the faint clatter of electric currents from the walkie-talkies, looking at the increasingly weakened soldiers around them, then at those two Chinese soldiers who followed them like ghosts, unable to be killed or driven away, the commander of the Chechen rebel forces thought of a question for the first time: "Could it be that our unit has more than two hundred members?" Most of the pursuing units were soldiers and guerrillas tested by war, and would they really be dragged to death by two Chinese soldiers in the vast desert?! ”
From the fourth day onward, every day someone fell behind. Faced with this lack of food, the soldiers were so hungry they were weak and sweating profusely, clearly showing signs of dehydration and unable to walk. The Chechen rebels had no extra strength to bring their comrades; the only thing they could do was leave them a rifle, a magazine, and a suicide grenade for them.
Amid the song "Chechen Nishia, Don't Cry for Me," one after another, Chechen rebel soldiers were left alone in this vast desert. They drained the precious water left by their brothers, chewed on leaves freshly picked from jujube trees, and slowly raised their guns.
It was these abandoned soldiers who brought great trouble to Zhanxiage and Zhao Haiping. They had to walk cautiously, always guarding against Chechen soldiers burying themselves in the sand just to shoot at them, or even clutching a grenade to take them down together.
These abandoned soldiers are true warriors willing to die!
Amid the frenzied shouts of "Long live Chechen Nixi," grenades exploded one after another in the desert, and bursts of intense but brief gunfire rang out. Those Chechen Nixi soldiers, suffering from dehydration, heatstroke, rashes, and heat cramps, barely able to lift their automatic rifles, launched one relentless and more brutal attack on Zhanxiage and Zhao Haiping. The brutal killing intent that burst forth from them as if to burn and give up their lives completely—even the battle-hardened war chivalrous songs felt a chill in their hearts!
Each of them, after exhausting all their bullets, turned to gaze toward the Chechen Nichai Caucasus mountains and proudly pulled the grenade on their bodies.
Zhan Xiagege and Zhao Haiping were walking a bloody path. Zhao Haiping asked Zhan Xiagege more than once, "Master, why do we keep chasing the Chechen army? After all, the ones who truly commit all kinds of terrorist acts within our country are those trash from the 'assassin organization'!" ”
Zhanxiage knew Zhao Haiping had softened. In fact, seeing so many brave soldiers, so many men, so many men shouting "Chechen Nixia!" before him and detonating the grenades on his body, whether out of heroic appreciation among soldiers or admiration among men, saying he wasn't moved and didn't think of letting them off would be a lie.
Zhanxiage told Zhao Haiping: "On the Chechen side, they are all outstanding soldiers. They are an army that can conquer this vast desert by force and unity on their own." As for the 'Assassin Organization,' they were just a bunch of armed bandits! So, we must keep attacking the Chechen troops. If we manage to escape the desert and reunite with other base members, maybe in three days, they'll be vigorously chasing us from behind!" And you and I no longer have the strength to fight another desert battle. ”
Those who have never been to the battlefield might not understand how a soldier plays the harmonica under the moonlight in a TV drama, surrounded by a crowd of idiots listening, and some even have red eyes from missing home. This scene is truly laughable. As soon as the harmonica plays, if the class monitor hasn't slapped you or kicked you the butt, he's a fool! After playing the harmonica for a minute, the enemy's heavy artillery battalion would bombard dozens of heavy howitzers or rockets, wiping out you and the surrounding audience in one go.
Moreover...... Every veteran knows that on the battlefield, carrying a few more bullets than carrying a harmonica is more practical. If you're not a veteran but a rookie who knows nothing and only dreams of romance and beauty, would you really be in the mood to play the harmonica on a bloody battlefield?!
By the same logic, talking about humanity, mercy, or morality to soldiers on the battlefield is just nonsense! Survival is the truth. If you sympathize with your enemy but show mercy and let them go, you are a killer slaughtering your own comrades!
Both sides' stamina and limited replenishment were rapidly depleted. By the sixth day of the counter-pursuit, Zhan Xiage and Zhao Haiping could already see the graves abandoned by the Chechen army along the way. With no extra strength to dig up graves for his brothers, each corpse was covered with only a thin layer of yellow sand. Just a slight hurricane typical of desert blows could completely scatter the sand from these corpses, exposing them to the vulture's claws.
By the seventh day, the Chechen army no longer had the strength to burie their own comrades. In just one day, Zhan Xiage and Zhao Haiping saw eleven bodies along the road.
A rough calculation showed that fewer than fifty Chechen rebel soldiers remained, and their losses were accelerating.
The Chechen soldiers were starving, so they simply cut their own belts into small pieces with military knives, lightly roasted them over the fire, releasing a beef-like aroma, and then eagerly put the pieces of beef into their mouths. Because they lacked saliva, they chewed for a long time but still had a hard lump in their mouths. They simply cut the cowhide into even smaller strips, closed their eyes, pressed their necks, and swallowed them desperately.
They hoped their stomach juices could digest the cowhide, but they overestimated their digestive ability due to the lack of fresh water and the already contracting stomach. Whenever someone clutches their stomach and collapses in pain, those around know that this brother's stomach has been swollen from the cowhide. All they could do was twist open a few bullets and pour gunpowder into this brother's mouth, hoping to help him digest it. However, because their bodies were truly lacking the necessary water, pouring gunpowder into their stomachs often accelerated the formation of a hard mass in their stomachs that could be cut or cut from within.
They ate everything—anything edible made from animal hides on their bodies. They chewed tree roots and gnawed on bones of animals from unknown eras. When they saw tall, thick cacti and cacti, a dozen or so people rushed over like madmen, chopping down the cactus pillars and digging out handfuls of sap-filled stuff from the pillars to stuff into their mouths.
The Chechen rebel commander shouted loudly, "Don't rob, don't eat! The juice of those things contains things that will drive you crazy. We need to filter them with sand!" ”
"I can't wait, I can't wait!" A Chechen rebel soldier stared with bloodshot eyes and shouted hoarsely, "I won't wait until water is filtered out of the sand, or I'll die of thirst!" Not only am I thirsty, I'm hungry too. Now, as long as I can stop being hungry or thirsty, even if it means I go crazy and die immediately, I'll accept it! ”
The Chechen rebel commander's mouth dropped open, his dry, peeling lips moving up and down a few times. But now, facing such soldiers and brothers on the verge of dying of thirst and starvation, what could he say?
The soldiers stuffed handfuls of things pulled out of the cactus pillars, along with the blood that had flowed from their own hands pierced by spikes, into their mouths. The other Chechen soldiers, barely able to stay rational, watched helplessly as these dozen or so brothers jumped into the trap even though they knew it was doomed.
A dozen or so people, like a dozen hungry wolves, swept away the cactus pillars and the juicy flesh from the cacti they had found, then stood up looking satisfied. One of the soldiers whistled and shouted, "Brothers, we've eaten and drunk our fill, let's get to work!" ”
A dozen Chechen soldiers picked up the weapons they had just thrown on the ground. One squad leader approached their commander, saluted him, and said in a deep voice, "I know we're finished. We could go mad at any moment, and might lose control and raise our guns at our comrades. So I ask your permission to lead those brothers who have eaten the cactus pillar to confront those two Chinese soldiers!" Before we lose our minds, we must drag those two Chinese soldiers along and make them our burial companions! ”
Staring at these comrades whose faces showed a certain resolve to die, the Chechen anti-government guerrilla commander's lips kept trembling. These were his soldiers, these were brothers who fought side by side and survived the two most brutal Chechen wars! It was only then that the Chechen rebel commander realized that the reason these twelve soldiers rushed to eat cacti, which contained mad-causing components, was to find a sufficient reason to turn around and fight two Chinese soldiers to the death!
The squad leader handed a small package tightly wrapped in waterproof cloth to the commander and whispered, "These are letters left by the twelve of us brothers to our families. You can call them wills, and they contain all the money we have with us." If you can make it out of this desert alive, please hand these things over to our family! ”
Patting the squad leader in front of him hard, the Chechen rebel commander held him tightly in his arms. Feeling the strong beating of his brother's heart, he couldn't help but feel a lump in his nose, because he knew that no matter the outcome, this would be the last time he would embrace his brother!
Eleven Chechen anti-government guerrilla soldiers, led by a squad leader, sang loud military songs and turned to confront their enemy. After seven days of tug-of-war, they realized that eleven men were the ultimate target two Chinese soldiers were willing to face.
These dozen or so soldiers ultimately died in the desert with Han Xiao. Each of them felt they had killed the enemy, and indeed, each of them had eliminated at least one target. Just as they were beginning to lose their minds, more than half of their personnel were killed or wounded, and knowing they could no longer withstand the full-scale assault of two Chinese soldiers, the "assassin organization" began to align themselves with Chechnya, this "ally," hoping to find shelter. They saw a dozen or so Chechen anti-government guerrilla soldiers who had gone mad, were in a state of agitation, clearly in a state of excitement.
As soon as the gunfire rang out, half of the twenty-plus members of the "assassin organization" were taken down. Before they could form an effective counterattack, they were killed by a dozen or so well-trained Chechen guerrilla soldiers with rich combat experience, comparable to those who had taken excessive dose-positive drugs. After eliminating this group of enemies, the Chechen guerrilla soldiers suddenly raised their guns and fired at each other.
When Zhanxiage and Zhao Haiping reached this desert where a bloody battle had once taken place, they were shocked to see forty corpses lying on the ground, with more than twenty "assassin organization" members wearing faces full of terror and confusion. Meanwhile, the dozen or so Chechen rebel soldiers wore almost sinister smiles on their faces. Even in death, the two Chechen soldiers still held tightly together, looking very close. At the same time, they stabbed their bayonets hard into each other's chests.