Chapter 72

After the armed helicopter was taken down, the soldiers who should have been celebrating with high fives were all silent, their eyes fixed on the screen. They were no longer watching a show; the strength and presence of the protagonist in the video had won their utmost respect. Watching such a powerful person, the soldiers felt as if they were watching a play, but they were proud without being arrogant.

The video continued, quickly passing over some areas, and the sky had turned pitch black. However, everything in the dense forest was still clearly visible. The journey made all the viewers more certain that the fat man and the gunner were complete novices, while the mecha warrior was an absolute powerhouse.

With the god's-eye view, they could clearly see the surrounding environment and the landmines on the ground. No one had the confidence to walk safely through one minefield after another in the dark, but the mecha warrior managed to do it.

He did it so silently, only making sure his two companions followed his steps without wandering. Thus, the three of them danced on the edge of a knife, crossing one minefield after another, reaching their second target. Throughout this, the two companions of the mecha warrior were constantly complaining, and their faces showed signs of tension, but this tension was not because they were crossing minefields.

They had no idea that with each step they took, a slight deviation could send them to their deaths. If they randomly moved a branch, they would be blown to pieces. They had no idea they were walking through minefields.

Only the captain in front of them kept reminding them not to wander and to follow closely. This way, they successfully crossed one death zone after another, but they did not know they had narrowly escaped death many times.

The captain did not tell his two companions they were crossing minefields, clearly not wanting to make them nervous. After all, traveling in the dark was already very dangerous. Telling them they were crossing minefields would only add to their mental pressure, so it was safer for them to do it without knowing.

After crossing one minefield after another and reaching their destination, all the soldiers watching the video breathed a sigh of relief. Clearly, they had been on edge, knowing the countless times they had narrowly escaped death. When the three people reached the target area and prepared to attack, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but their hearts also involuntarily tightened.

A beautiful and direct bombardment, two rockets completely tore apart the main tent. With the god's-eye view, they clearly saw the explosions of the two rockets, which eliminated everyone inside the tent, fully utilizing the power of the rockets without any waste. Then came the spectacular evasion and the bombing of an armed helicopter.

More than a hundred pursuers rushed into the forest, accompanied by military dogs, making the atmosphere tense. But soon, everyone felt a chill down their spines. The brilliant sniping and strategy, especially the urination, made all the soldiers smile. But soon their smiles turned to goosebumps.

A ghost-like figure, a sharp dagger. The pursuers fell silently, making all the soldiers watching the video feel a chill down their spines. Because, if they were in such an environment and encountered such an opponent, they had no confidence in dealing with it. The result of being unable to handle it would be being slit across the throat by the opponent.

The video of the hunt was played slowly, showing every move of the hunter in great detail. Even some subtle movements made everyone break out in a cold sweat. Because through these subtle movements, they could determine that even if they passed by such a person, they would not notice the existence of this god of death.

The sound of the blade slicing through the throat and the spurt of blood made the entire hall exceptionally quiet. It seemed that if anyone spoke, they would be the next to have their throat cut. This oppressive atmosphere lasted for two hours until the mutant in front smelled the blood from behind.

The hunt in the darkness finally ended, and all the soldiers breathed a long sigh of relief. The god of death, who had demonstrated almost all the methods of cold weapon assassination in the wild, made all the soldiers feel fear. Especially the experts in wilderness combat, their eyes gleamed as if this video had enlightened them to something.

The battle continued. When they missed the plane that was supposed to pick them up, the three people had to return to the border on their own. As the chases and near-death experiences continued, the sky gradually brightened. Even though some parts of the video were sped up, it had already been playing for six hours, but no one in the hall left, not even the military leaders sitting in the front.

With the daylight, the field of vision became wider, but for this small team, the disadvantages far outweighed the advantages. When they saw the enemy continuously sending soldiers to encircle and intercept them, the soldiers who had just relaxed became tense again.

Then they saw the mecha warrior's incredible chase with the armed helicopter and the scene where he used the mecha to replace his teammate who had stepped on a mine, then detonated the mine, injuring himself.

Charging forward, covering the retreat, laying mines for ambushes... almost all the combat methods that could be used in the wild were demonstrated by the captain of this small team. Watching the increasingly damaged mecha as it repeatedly helped its teammates deal with the mines, all the soldiers clenched their fists tightly.

No abandonment, no giving up. These six words embodied the soul of countless armies. These six words were fully embodied in the captain of this small team. His teammates were very clumsy, so clumsy that they could not help and even added many troubles.

But the captain of this small team handled it without any resentment, always doing his best. Every time, he put his teammates' safety first, placing his own life on the line. The captain of this small team used his actions to tell everyone what true loyalty and dedication meant.

Time and time again, they broke through the encirclement, dashing through the gaps. In what all the soldiers thought was an absolutely impossible escape, the captain led his two teammates and successfully opened a path to survival.

Just as everyone was applauding their escape from danger, the gunner stepped on a mine again. The same scene appeared, with the damaged mecha that had endured countless mine explosions. But this time, no one felt joy, because they clearly saw that the gunner had stepped on an anti-tank mine. They knew what this meant from the data of the damaged mecha.

Without any hesitation, even knowing that his teammate had stepped on an anti-tank mine, the captain of the small team still operated the mecha to try to save his teammate. At this moment, the gunner who had stepped on the mine screamed with all his might, and all the soldiers watching the video fell silent.

The captain of the small team put away the damaged mecha, did not look back, and directly left with the other teammate. Everyone knew what this meant. They felt very sorry and regretful, but they did not blame the captain.

Because everyone knew the captain had done his best. He could choose to share life and death with his teammate, but he could not let the other teammate die as well. One choice, one life. The captain made a tragic but correct decision.

The mine explosion also swallowed a mutant who was pursuing them. The soldiers, with bloodshot eyes and clenched fists, no longer felt that the gunner was a burden. They sincerely wanted to be the gunner's teammate, even though he was clumsy and had low combat ability, he was—trustworthy.

The captain of the small team returned to the border with the other teammate, and all the soldiers felt a mix of emotions. They wanted to cheer for their success, but thinking about the gunner who had screamed to avoid involving his teammates, they felt sad.

But just as everyone thought the story was about to end, the captain, who was five meters from the border, turned to look at his teammate, then made a gesture of kissing his fingers, which looked like a salute but was not quite. This gesture seemed casual but seemed to contain deep emotions.

This gesture made some of the soldiers watching the video pause. Then they stood up in shock and shouted, "Impossible."

All the people who shouted at this moment were the best in each military district, the soldiers their teammates admired, the tip of the spear in each team. At this moment, they were moved by this gesture but could not understand it, so they shouted loudly.

Their voices were filled with surprise, shock, disbelief, and even a hint of fear and awe. In the hearts of their teammates, even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of them, they would not change their expression. But now, their eyes bulged, and their shouts were hoarse, as if they were trying to vent some intense emotion but were too shocked to do so. They seemed to have seen the most impossible thing in the world.

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