Jiang Zhiming and Kong Yunhong did not know what was going on. They did not detect any signs of the enemy, but they occasionally heard the cawing of a crow.
The sound was so faint that even Xiao Luo had only heard it by accident. It took him a long time to locate the source of the sound, and when a gust of wind blew past, he finally determined its location and distance. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look northwest. Without saying a word, he picked up his sniper rifle and got out of the car.
Jiang Zhiming did not ask any questions. He just waved at the members of the Special Operations Team and signaled for them to get into battle formation and keep a close eye on their surroundings.
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About 500 meters northwest of Xiao Luo and his men, five dark-skinned Libyan men dressed like gangsters surrounded a woman.
The woman had a sexy figure, and she was wearing a tank top and shorts that accentuated her slim waist and slender legs. She had wavy blonde hair and perfect facial features. Although she was not particularly good-looking, she was like a unique scenery in this war zone. Or rather, she was a feast for the eyes and attracted the men's desire to conquer her.
On the ground next to her, there was a fat man lying in a pool of blood. He had been stabbed more than a dozen times, and the blood that flowed from his body dyed the surrounding soil red. From his unfocused eyes, it was clear that he was dead, and he had died a painful death. His mouth was wide open, and his facial features were contorted, as if he was struggling with his soul.
"I … I'm a reporter from the Hua Nation. You … If you dare to hurt me, our country's army will … will flatten this place …"
The woman was terrified and tried to warn them in fluent English. Her voice was trembling with fear, and the sight of her cameraman being brutally murdered by these thugs had her on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
The Libyan thugs did not understand what she was saying at all, and they did not need to understand her anyway. Their eyes were filled with nothing but lust. They spoke in Arabic, which the woman did not understand, and groped her all over her body.
"What are you doing … Don't touch me …"
The woman trembled uncontrollably, like a deer surrounded by five drooling beasts. She was terrified and desperate. She could clearly smell the stench coming from these Libyan thugs. It was filthy, as if they had not changed their clothes or showered for a month or two. She could even see large amounts of feces sticking to the corners of their eyes.
It was too filthy, too smelly!
She was not a young girl who had just stepped out into society, and she knew exactly what these thugs wanted to do to her. Her face turned pale when she thought about how her body was going to be sullied by them.
"????" one of the Libyan thugs said....
. "Then, the five thugs started tearing the woman's.
"Stop … What are you doing?"
The woman tried her best to resist and scream. One of the men was furious and pushed her to the ground with brute force. Then, she realized that her right foot was being grabbed by a large hand, and she was being dragged along the ground. She could hear the other thugs laughing maniacally in her ears. Her back was rubbing against the ground, and she felt a burning pain.
"Let go of me, you bunch of animals, let go of me …"
The woman broke down and screamed at the top of her lungs. She felt like a pig being dragged to the execution table in the countryside. She could not resist, could not break free, and had no choice but to be slaughtered. Tears streamed down her face like rain. At this moment, the civilized world seemed so far away from her.
Amidst the disgusting and demonic laughter, her hair was disheveled and dirtied by the sand on the ground. Her shoes were taken off first, and then her stockings were torn off. Her blouse was ripped off her body with a series of ripping sounds.
"Don't … Stop … Don't …"
A loud and fierce slap landed on her face, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of her mouth. This slap made the woman give up resisting. She lay on the ground and wailed in despair. Tears wet her cheeks, and her makeup was all ruined.
Just as her clothes were about to be taken off, her hands and feet were stepped on.
When she realized that a stinky man was sitting on top of her, his dirty and disgusting hands were roughly tearing off her bra and ravaging her breasts, she screamed even louder. She felt like she had lost all her dignity as a human being.
The five Libyan thugs looked at the beautiful woman on the ground and couldn't help but swallow their saliva. The other four men urged their companions, who were riding on the woman, to hurry up. They couldn't wait to have a taste of this Hua Nation woman's body.
Little did they know that they had been surrounded.
The thug who was sitting on top of the woman was about to take off his pants and get down to business when a cold muzzle was pressed against the back of his head. The chill from the muzzle instantly dispelled all his evil thoughts. He looked up and saw a group of Hua soldiers in camouflage uniforms standing around him. His four companions also had their guns pointed at him, and their hands were raised above their heads as they looked at him in horror.
"Gulp!"
He shuddered and swallowed hard as a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.
The thug who was sitting on top of the woman widened his eyes and slowly raised his hands.
"How dare you bully a Hua woman? Are you tired of living?"
Kong Yunhong flew into a rage and smashed the Libyan thug's head with the butt of his rifle.
In his rage, Kong Yunhong exerted a lot of force. The thug's head was bleeding profusely, and he left the woman's body and fell to the dusty ground.
Jiang Zhiming quickly took off his camouflage uniform and covered the woman who was lying on the ground. He helped her sit up and said, "It's okay, you're safe now!"
When the woman heard the familiar Mandarin, she opened her teary eyes from her despair. When she saw that it was the soldiers in their country's camouflage uniform, she burst into tears of joy and threw herself into Jiang Zhiming's arms. She was still in shock, and her body was trembling uncontrollably. She could not say a word and just kept crying. What she had just experienced was like a terrible nightmare, and it made her shudder whenever she thought about it.
Xiao Luo was the first to hear the commotion, but he was also the last one to walk up to her. Jiang Zhiming and the rest of his men were enough to deal with the five Libyan thugs who had taken advantage of the war. But when he got closer, he realized that the woman who was almost raped looked very familiar. He blurted out, "Are you … Tang Wantian?"
The woman turned her head from Jiang Zhiming's arms and widened her teary eyes in disbelief. "Xiao Luo?"
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