The choice between life and death has never been like now, and even in the battlefield of fire, when bullets and shrapnels fly around him, he has never been as confused and conflicted as he is now...

Naiwen and Maotu hid in the grass, with the sound of the river water rushing in his ears. The heavy rainstorm made the river water turbid and turbulent. No one expected that Laota would cross the river at this time, but Laota crossed the river at this time. It was not the troops like Laota, but their agents.

Naiwen and Maotuo did not dare to let out a breath, nor did they even dare to move. At this moment, as long as they made a little noise, Naiwen was sure that before the troops on the mountain could hear the shouts of the two people, the two had definitely died ten times.

Naiwen regretted why he didn't bring the gun down? If he had a gun and had a sneak attack at this distance, he could at least put three or five of them to earn enough money and call the police to the people on the mountain. But now... he glanced at Maotu. Maotu probably had the same idea as Naiwen at this moment. Although it was dark, Naiwen still saw the expression on Maotu's face - nervousness, contradictions, anxiety...

what to do?

At the risk of being killed by the agents of the Old Tower, they found a way to call the police on the mountain - before these agents of the Old Tower were finished, they would definitely be finished first.

Just hide in the grass, do not take any action, save your life first. After all, exposing yourself at this time is equivalent to committing suicide. Even if you die, it may not play any role. The key is that no one knows that you are hiding here.

Naiwen bit his lips tightly, and at this moment, many things flashed through his mind.

Naiwen felt that his violent heartbeat seemed to be able to reach the ground, bang... bang...

Bang...it's like a small hammer.

Damn, which *** said that a hero is not afraid of death? Try him lying here?

...

Maotuo looked at Naiwen's expression and eyes gradually becoming firm, and knew Naiwen's decision. He gritted his teeth and put his mouth to Naiwen's ear, "Mom, I'm famous for my life. After fighting for so many years, I haven't lost a single hair, but I'm with you, a kid, sooner or later I'll be killed by you."

Nain stared at the riverside without blinking, turned his head and whispered to Maotuo.

"Brother Mao Tuo, I'm here to find a way to kill one or two of them to attract their attention. You can take the opportunity to run back and warn, so that these ***s can't touch our position."

Mao Tou glared at Nawen with anger, "Damn, do you think you are Stallone, what kind of hero do you want to kill one or two agents of Lao Ta? It's almost the same if you were killed by someone. I will take you down to touch the chicken. Either we go back together, or we will die here together. Let's smash my job. Damn, I'll fight with these ***."

The agents of the old tower came up without any sound. After hiding the rubber boat, they made a few gestures and more than ten black shadows dispersed. They carefully touched the position on the other side of the mountain. On the side of the river, only one person was carefully hiding behind a piece of river grass, guarding the rubber boats and monitoring the situation on the side of the river.

The man left the ground hid there in a kneeling and squatting position. He held a slight rush in his hand and carefully observed the situation around him.

A few minutes later...

A slight sound in the grass not far away attracted the attention of the old agent who stayed. The old agent held a gun and quietly found the area near the sounding grass, and gently pulled open the grass with the muzzle...

A ball of black shadow flew over to the agent of Laota from the grass, and Laota was shocked with the gun.

Without thinking, my body leaned back and then rolled away. While I was rolling away, the conditioned reflex pulled the trigger according to the black shadow.

Puff...Puff...Puff... Silently, three consecutive shots knocked the black shadow to the ground. The terrified agent of the old tower flipped up from the ground and had already seen the thing on the ground clearly. A pheasant, the agent of the old tower released his nerves tensely, lowered his muzzle, and smiled self-deprecatingly in the dark. He thought it was something, wasn't it just a pheasant?

Wait...Phenics...

Pheasant usually does not move on rainy nights, and there is no sound when hitting it by itself...

The agent of Lao Ta just realized something was wrong, but it was too late. He felt that his calf was tight and he was pulled to the ground. However, Lao Ta's agent reacted quite quickly. As soon as he fell down, he subconsciously wanted to sweep with a gun. Before he could lift the gun, Lao Ta's agent felt a pain in his wrist. The hand holding the gun was empty, and the gun in his hand had been kicked away.

At the critical moment, Naiwen kicked Lao Ta and rushed slightly, only felt that he was shocked at that moment. The agent of the old tower was so fast that he reacted too quickly. Ordinary people would be dizzy for two or three seconds and could not react. However, when the agent of the old tower was just held by Mao Tuan and dragged down, he didn't delay for half a second, and he raised his gun and was about to sweep. If he was one second later, Mao Tuan would become a hornet's nest...

These thoughts flashed in Naiwen's mind. As soon as Lao Ta's gun was kicked away, Naiwen stepped on Lao Ta's neck with one kick. Lao Ta's head turned, avoiding Naiwen's kick, and swept his elbow backwards. Naiwen also fell next to Lao Ta.

Three people rolled into a ball on the ground...

Lao Ta put down Naiwen and struggled with his feet. His left foot had already broken free from Maotu's arms. When a heel was hit on Maotu's back, almost making Maotu vomit blood, Lao Ta's agent pulled the dagger from his waist with his right hand, and his backhand nailed it to Naiwen's lower abdomen lying beside him.

Naiwen had no time to react. The sound that Lao Ta gave him made the back of his head hit the ground, and he was so confused that he had just seen Lao Ta's movements clearly. Lao Ta's dagger was carrying a cold light, which was less than a foot away from his lower abdomen. Naiwen was shocked and had no time to barely turn his body, and at the same time reached out to grab Lao Ta's right hand...

When Lao Ta's dagger touched Naiwen's clothes, Lao Ta's painful groan came from the darkness. The force on Lao Ta's hand became weaker, and the dagger had just cut a small hole in Naiwen's back waist.

Naiwen couldn't feel the pain, and he didn't even have time to think about why Lao Ta was so slow. At that moment, he just instinctively grabbed Lao Ta's wrist, practiced the fighting movements that he had practiced thousands of times on Eagle Nest Mountain and was unknowingly used - he grabbed the enemy's wrist with both hands and twisted it backwards, and then pressed his knee on Lao Ta's elbow joint...

With a "click", Lao Ta's hand was ruined, and the dagger in his hand also fell off. Naiwen picked up Lao Ta's dagger in the air, and turned over and cut through Lao Ta's neck hard...

In the darkness, Naiwen felt a puff of hot, and the salty liquid sprayed onto his face like water in the faucet. After the old agent's body twitched a few times, he finally stopped moving.

Naiwen sat on the ground, gasping for a big mouthful, his mind was blank. In just a few seconds, Naiwen felt like he had walked back and forth from hell. If the old agent Ta had not hesitated for a moment, he would have been lying on the ground without moving now.

Mao Tuo also sat up from the ground, covered his mouth with his hands, and coughed softly. After coughing for a while, he seemed to have a breath of relief. He began to breathe heavily again...

"Damn... this agent of Old Tower... is really... so amazing. I almost broke my neck with his feet... cough... cough..."

"What happened just now...just...?" Nain gasped.

Mao Tuo smiled and coughed again, "Cough... cough... this Niu Ri, just now...

Just now, I tried my best to hold my breath and punched him on his eggs. Look... he is still awesome."

Naiwen wanted to laugh, but in the end he turned into a grinding teeth and pumping the air conditioner. The wound on his waist that Laota was still bleeding, and now he felt that it hurts there...

Killed an agent from Laota. Naiwen and Maotuo were not much more relaxed. They sat down and recovered their strength. The two of them immediately took action. They first dragged the body of Laota's agent behind the river grass, and then picked up the silent rush of Laota's. Maotuo said that the gun was American goods, and some elite troops in the Tadian Federal Government Army used American equipment.

After a careful search of the old tower agent, Naiwen and Maotuo cleaned up the spoils and found many good products with one micro-pull, five micro-pulls, three pistols, one dagger, one rescue bag, one compass, and seven grenades.

When searching, Naiwen found that Lao Ta had untied the pistol holster hanging on his waist and hips. Half of the pistol with a silencer was drawn. Naiwen immediately felt cold sweat. He couldn't imagine what the consequence would be if he finally cut the knife at Lao Ta's neck one or two seconds later, or if his movements were a little gentler, and he didn't kill Lao Ta immediately.

"......If you really get to the battlefield, whether you hold weapons or not, the winner of fighting with the enemy in close combat can often be distinguished within five seconds. After ten years of hard work on the training ground, you will often only make you faster than others in a second and a half, a little more accurate, a little more fierce, a little more fierce, a little more cruel, a little more cruel, a little more life and death, and a person who is the winner, a loser, a difference between mediocrity and elite, and a person who can survive..." This is what the commander on Eagle Nest Mountain said to all the soldiers when he was teaching everyone fighting skills. Until now, Naiwen fully understood the meaning of this. He was just a little more quickly, but Lao Ta died, and he and Mao Tuo survived.

The wound on Naiwen's waist was not deep, and there was something ready-made in Laota's first aid kit. Maotuo helped Naiwen sprinkle a little hemostatic medicine on the wound, and then wrapped it in gauze for two rounds. Naiwen's actions were gone.

"Spang..."

"Spang..."

"Spang..."

The rubber boats in Laota quickly faded under Maotu's dagger and turned into a pile of broken rubbers. Maotu cursed while slashing, "Those ***s, see how they are going back now. The river water is so fast, I don't believe you still have the ability to swim over."

As it turns out, Mao Tuo may be an old guy, maybe he likes to beat people in the toilet, or he likes to cheat when playing cards, but at critical moments, this guy is still a trustworthy partner.

"What should we do now?" Naiwen asked Maotuo. This guy's experience is far from that of Naiwen.

Mao Tuo kicked the pile of things underground into the river a few times, turned around, his face with a crazy look that only a gambler would have. He stared at Nawen, "Do you want to get promoted or make a fortune?"

Newin nodded with certainty.

Mao Tuo grinned, "I'm too busy, I've lived for decades, whether to be a hero or a bear. It depends on this one. Do you still remember the direction of the old towers leaving?"

Newin nodded.

"Hey...hey...do you still remember the terrain in front of them?"

Why don’t you remember that there are still places unfamiliar with the Golden Palace Guards in Molang Mountain?

"What we have to do now is to quietly go around from both sides to the front of the old towers, and there... when..."

The more Naiwen heard it, the more frightened he became. The best thing Naiwen did in his life was to beat others.

The Tadian government agents and a group of more than ten people, after crossing the river, carefully touched Molangshan's position in the darkness, and led a lieutenant officer.

The attack on Molang Mountain for many years was fruitless. The casualties of the government troops were increasing day by day, and the morale of the troops was sluggish. Facing the Jindian Guards, which did not have much intelligence, many military officers reported that this battle could not be fought at all, and what made the top leaders of the government troops unbearable was that Molang Mountain was like an iron gate that blocked the government troops' pace of going north. The northward forces of a regiment that came out of Meng Gu could only be stuck in the narrow area between Molang Mountain and Meng Gu. The government troops could not pass north of Molang Mountain, but the scouts of the Jindian Guards were south of Molang Mountain as if they were in a nobody's land.

This dense forest became their back garden, especially at night. Those people were like the gods of killing in the jungle, one by one, one by one, and caused huge casualties to the government army, but also caused great psychological pressure to the soldiers here. The government army tried almost all the ways, ambushed, put traps, and tried their best. They sent agents to deal with them in the mountains and forests... Almost all the ways were used up. In the end, except for the heavy losses of the government army, they did not catch a bird feather.

If Molang Mountain is a hard rock that knocks off the teeth of the government army, then the vanguard of the Golden Palace Guards active south of Molang Mountain is a nightmare for the government army. Until now, the government army has not even figured out the number of the vanguards in the Golden Palace Guards. The only thing the government army knows is that the number of the vanguards is about 40-100 people, and it is the elite of the Golden Palace Guards, the real elite - what outsiders don't know now is that the Tadian Federation, which has fought with this mysterious unit in the Golden Palace Guards in the jungle with this mysterious unit in the Golden Palace Guards in the jungle.

The direct agent company of the 211 main regiment under the 7th Mobile Division of the Palace Army, the agent company who defeated the special forces of the Thai Army in the mountains and forests of Chiang Mai during the border dispute between Tadian and Thailand, has lost its armor. Now, there are no ten people in the entire company. Even among the less than one squad of the remaining people in the company, half of them have had mental and psychological problems of varying degrees. Their common manifestation is that they have extreme fear and tension about the sounds in the night and the darkness... Those people are now blocked and isolated, and they can no longer go to the battlefield.

Such news is more shocking and fearing than Molang Mountain. Everyone can't understand. When did the Golden Triangle have such a force? The little information we got from the mouths of several surviving soldiers was so at a loss. There are all kinds of guesses, because there are many soldiers in the army who believe in Buddhism, and some soldiers are even willing to believe that the unit in the Golden Palace Guard has gods, Buddhas or ghosts. Fortunately, these rumors and speculations are only within a small range, but even so, the 211 main regiment under the 7th Mobile Division of the Government Army is now in a fog, and the morale of the combat officers and soldiers is declining at an astonishing speed. At night, some soldiers are even unwilling to leave the barracks, let alone fighting at night.

In this case, the Tadian Government Army's special agent team came and came directly from Meng Gu. After resting in the camp of the 211th Regiment for two days, they received the order from the division headquarters, so the group quietly crossed the river...

Investigation, destruction, and grasping the tongue. This is the order received by this team. In this case, only in this way can we increase the morale of our own troops while striking the anger of the enemy, capture two prisoners, preferably officers, and then sled out of the prisoners' mouths and exit the government forces' things that the government forces want to know...

The lieutenant who led the team fully understood the causes and consequences of their actions, so he was also a little nervous in his excitement. If he could complete this task successfully, the benefits for his personal future will be self-evident. However, what the lieutenant led the team did not know was that his good luck in this life would have ended when two guys came out to catch pheasants.

It has been more than fifteen minutes since I got ashore, but I am still a little far from the position of the Golden Palace Guards. Along the way, all the agents were fully energetic. Even if I stepped on a leaf, I was afraid of making a sound, and I was discovered by the secret whistle of the Golden Palace Guards.

The lieutenant had just taken his men to turn over a mountain bag full of trees and walked a few steps...

"Who is ahead?" A voice came from the front, causing the lieutenant and all the people he brought to hold their breath. The lieutenant made a gesture, and all the agents stopped and squatted on the ground to find a place to hide. Everyone's muzzle was aimed at the place where they were just making a sound.

"I just heard a little movement in the grass in front of me. You, you two, let me see it, not because the old tower has touched it." It was the same voice as before.

"Squad leader, you heard it wrong. There is no sound. Maybe it's a bobcat and a rabbit. Those guys from the Sanlian ate too much wild vegetables at night. Maybe who got diarrhea there." This is another voice.

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you a squad leader or I am a squad leader. Come and see me. No matter whether he is a human or a dog, go over and make sure it is for me. If something goes wrong..."

The lieutenant who led the team quickly weighed the matter. When he encountered the checkpoint of the Golden Palace Guards, he exposed the target now and the mission today would not be completed. Once the shooting was fired, it was still a problem for the number of people he brought to go back alive, but it was too late to run back. The trees here could not hide so many people...

The lieutenant glanced at the lieutenant's eyes and saw a black stream pit supported by several huge rocks not far from his left hand. So with a wave of his hand, the group quickly hid in the stream pit.

The conical trench is very hidden, two meters wide at the widest point, and is 2 meters long. More than a dozen people are crowded inside. Except for a little more crowded, it is not easy for others to discover.

A team of agents had just hid in for a while, the sound of scattering the grass and the footsteps of two people came from the crane. The two footsteps were circling over the heads of everyone. A group of agents only heard the footsteps, but could not see the two people on the top of them shaking their calves at this moment.

The agents' eyes and muzzles were facing the entrance of the trench.

"There are no people here. I think there is probably something wrong with the squad leader's ear. Let's go!"

The footsteps walked away for two steps, and the lieutenant who led the team was breathing a sigh of relief. Then he heard something falling from the entrance of the silo. He heard the sound of touching the stone. It seemed that it was a metal object. The thing just landed at his feet...

Individual broken grenade...

This was the last thought in the lieutenant's mind. Then, the American-made individual soldier's fragmented grenade with a killing radius of five meters exploded in the stream pit.

Another...

There is no more inch of the place to hide in the narrow stream pit.

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