In the face of Xiao Luo's criticism and ridicule, Jiang Zhiming gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. But in the next second, like a deflated balloon, he loosened his fists and let out a long sigh. Xiao Luo was right, his instructor had said something similar before.
As a sniper, once he chose to fire, the only thought in his mind at the moment of firing was to take the target's life. Jiang Zhiming couldn't bear to shoot just now, but he took into account that the target was still alive, so he showed mercy. It was unlike the previous exercises where he used empty shells. Even if he knew that he was going to hit the target's fatal spot, he would never really take the target's life.
"This is a real battlefield, and it's either you die or I die. As the person in charge of this team, I hope you can adjust as soon as possible and recognize the reality. A soldier's duty is to protect the country, but at the same time, they are also war machines. I think your previous instructor must have instilled in you the idea that there is no such thing as' peace 'in the world of soldiers. Once you become a soldier, you have to be ready to go to war at all times. Am I right?"
Xiao Luo felt that there was a need to remind Jiang Zhiming. Jiang Zhiming was not being soft-hearted, but rather, he had not fully accepted the idea of war. He still had some unrealistic fantasies about war, and in the land of Libya, such fantasies were undoubtedly childish and foolish. Perhaps it was because of such fantasies that the entire team could be wiped out.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhiming suddenly felt ashamed. His awareness was not as good as the soldiers of the NSA. He was a true soldier in the truest sense of the word.
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In this encounter, the Special Operations Team lost another two members, and three were seriously injured.
One was shot by shrapnel, and there was a bloody hole in his thigh. Another had his right hand blown off, and his entire palm was severed at the wrist. The last one had his back burned by the high temperature, and his flesh was badly mangled.
Fortunately, there were military doctors and first-aid kits in the team, and they gave them emergency treatment. Xiao Luo also injected them with a few silver needles to temporarily control their injuries, but this was not a long-term solution. They had to rush to the hospital in Stantine City as soon as possible to receive proper treatment. Otherwise, if their wounds became infected and inflamed, it would be fatal.
The sky was still dark and gloomy, as if a storm was brewing. However, those who were familiar with the weather in Libya knew that it was not a storm at all. Instead, it was smoke rising from the ground and covering the sky above Libya, causing the sunlight to diffuse and cover the whole of Libya with a thick layer of haze.
None of the members of the Special Operations Team dared to underestimate Xiao Luo, especially Kong Yunhong. When he thought about how he had doubted Xiao Luo's strength and deliberately used Captain Jiang Zhiming's achievements to provoke Xiao Luo, he felt an indescribable sense of shame. This was a strong man who single-handedly wiped out a small group of armed rebels in Libya with his bare hands. He was as strong as a god. In Kong Yunhong's mind, Xiao Luo was like a mountain that he could only look up to.
"There is a small town up ahead. After that, we will arrive at Stantine City seven kilometers to the north," Jiang Zhiming explained the situation.
Xiao Luo nodded slightly and said, "I will wait until you have brought our nationals with you. Until then, I will stay with you."
"Mr. Mie, if the reporter is in Stantine City, we can come and go together," Kong Yunhong said cautiously. Kong Yunhong said cautiously. To be honest, Xiao Luo gave him a great sense of security. With Xiao Luo around, he felt that there shouldn't be any accidents on this trip.
"I hope she is here, but I will still be separated from you," Xiao Luo said.
"What's the matter? Don't tell me we … "
"Xiao Kong, shut up. Mr. Mie is doing this for our own good."
Jiang Zhiming interrupted Kong Yunhong and looked at Xiao Luo with a determined gaze. "Compared to the rebels in Libya, the mercenaries who have set foot on this land are the biggest threat. We have more than 50 of our compatriots to protect. If Mr. Mie returns with us, the mercenaries will be like a pack of hungry wolves."
"But Mr. Mie is very powerful, isn't he? He will definitely be able to handle those mercenaries." Kong Yunhong had no doubts about Xiao Luo's strength.
Xiao Luo smiled playfully and said, "I am more than 90 percent sure that I can handle those mercenaries, but I can't guarantee that you will not be hurt by them. Do you understand?"
Jiang Zhiming continued, "If Mr. Mie leaves with us, we will not be attacked by the mercenaries. We will only have to deal with the rebels if we come across them. This will greatly reduce our risk."
"If those mercenaries report the news about me and the war correspondent to their superiors, the Libyan rebels will only try to kill me. When you return, even if you encounter the Libyan rebels, you will be safe and sound, and there won't be any military conflict," Xiao Luo added.
When Kong Yunhong heard this, he immediately understood what Xiao Luo meant. He quickly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, that makes sense. Mr. Mie, you should return on a different route from us."
Xiao Luo gave him a look that said, "Think about it yourself."
Jiang Zhiming said directly, "Do you have any shame?"
"This … Haha … Hahaha …"
Kong Yunhong scratched the back of his head and laughed awkwardly.
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They arrived at the small town. It was a dilapidated mess. There were broken bricks, bullet holes, and garbage everywhere. The street lamps in the middle of the road were also corroded by gunfire and smoke. Instead of calling it a small town, it was more appropriate to call it a ruin. It was like a doomsday movie. Occasionally, they would see cars that had been burned until they were nothing more than empty shells, which made the scene even more realistic.
"Stop the car!"
Xiao Luo suddenly raised his hand.
His authority was supreme in the Special Operations Team. The soldier driving the car did not wait for Jiang Zhiming's order and quickly stopped the car. Their Jeep was in the first position, and when they stopped, the entire convoy followed suit.
"Prepare for battle!"
Jiang Zhiming took out his walkie-talkie and shouted to everyone in the car. Although he did not see any signs of the enemy, Xiao Luo's order to stop meant that something was wrong.
Kong Yunhong looked around and asked, "Mr. Mie, what's wrong?"
"Shut up!"
Xiao Luo shouted at him coldly. He closed his eyes and carefully searched for the sound that had drifted into his ears. There was a man's sinister laughter and a woman's cry for help. It was very faint, and if his senses had not been enhanced by the King of Mercenaries and Yi Jinjing, he would not have been able to hear it. Most importantly, the woman seemed to be speaking English.
Could it be Sarah? Was it Michelle?
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