He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

After a brief silence, the other party immediately responded.

"02 received. This is Yu Fei's team. 01, please speak."

Zhang Beixing glanced at the tanks fleeing frantically not far ahead, then calmly issued the order.

“A Type 96A main battle tank with serial number 965 is heading to the ambush site. I will intercept it the moment it enters the demilitarized zone at the tri-border area.”

"Notify Shao Bing and tell him to prepare for the situation."

Yu Fei replied, "Captain Zhang, what about us?"

"The people who are supposed to pick up the tank are a group of mercenaries led by Old Cat. Your mission is to hold Old Cat off and wait for us to regroup."

Yu Fei: "And then?"

"And then?" Zhang Beixing chuckled coldly. "Heh, of course...to completely annihilate them."

Now it was clear that the backup plan Zhang Beixing mentioned was none other than those wolf cubs who had been poised to strike!
Located 40 miles northeast of the World Tank Championship venue, it lies the border area between the host country and the competition venue.

At the tank's top speed on the mountain, it would reach its destination in less than half an hour, which was exactly where Harvey was trying to escape.

Beyond the border, there is a demilitarized zone stretching for tens of kilometers.

This area is not marked on any map, but since the international convention decades ago, this region, located at the junction of China, G country and Gorelia, has become the natural border separating the three countries thanks to the natural barrier formed by towering mountains.

This demilitarized zone is usually sparsely populated, and border posts of various countries are only deployed within their own territory.

Without prior preparation, anyone who crosses the border into this area will be lost without a trace.

The closer they got to their destination, the more ferocious Harvey's expression became as he drove the tank at breakneck speed.

But the occasional sound of bullets striking the reactive armor of the tank constantly reminded him that he had not yet escaped the tiger's den.

Those bullets that came from behind were like the tolling of a death knell.

—Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

One blow after another relentlessly struck Harvey's heart, as if to torment him forever.

As time went on, Harvey's entire face began to twitch, his eyes became bloodshot, and he looked extremely terrifying.

He dared not let his guard down at all, and tried his best to calm himself down, focusing all his attention on driving the tank as it sped along the rugged mountain road.

With each step he took closer to the distant mountains and forests, his heart grew a little calmer.

"We're here, almost there! I'll be rid of this demon soon!"

Time ticked by, but the sound of bullets that had been following the tank suddenly vanished as if a stone had sunk into the sea.

Harvey drove the tank safely into the forest, and no more gunfire followed.

But Harvey dared not relax at all, because he knew very well that Zhang Beixing would never let him leave easily. Only by leaving this place completely could he be truly safe!

The tanks hurriedly drove into the forest, and soon a group of mercenaries who were there to meet them arrived as scheduled.

Harvey nimbly crawled out of the tank, and seeing the mercenary in front of him, he leaped down like a drowning man grasping at a last straw.

Harvey screamed hysterically, "I've brought you the stuff, you have to save me!"

A blond, old cat mercenary looked at Harvey's seemingly deranged state and couldn't help but sneer.

"Hand over the stuff to us, and you and your family will be safe... You're so scared? Ha, what a coward."

The surrounding mercenaries let out a cold laugh.

Faced with these sarcastic remarks, Harvey, contrary to his usual behavior, did not retaliate. He suddenly looked up at the crowd, his face still filled with panic.

"Take me away now! You don't understand anything, someone's chasing me!"

The blond mercenary was taken aback.

"It has a tail? How many people are there?"

Harvey looked back in horror, his teeth chattering.

"one……"

One mercenary scoffed, "Only one pursuer? Hah, is he here to die?"

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Harvey roared in fury, his eyes blazing with rage: "You don't understand at all! That wasn't a person, that was a... madman! A monster!"

The blond mercenary glanced at Harvey with surprise, but this time he didn't say anything. Instead, he waved his hand, signaling the others to prepare to enter the tank.

But at that moment, an RPG rocket suddenly exploded in front of the right side of the tank.

--boom!

With a loud bang, the people who were close to the tank were all thrown into the air, and dirt and rocks flew everywhere.

An alert mercenary shouted, "Ambush!"

The remaining five or six mercenaries quickly lay down, seeking cover to prepare for a counterattack.

In the lush forest, bullets whistled from all directions, raining down on the unsuspecting mercenaries.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides engaged in fierce firefight, with countless bullets sparking as they struck trees and tanks.

Harvey, whose psychological defenses had completely collapsed, didn't even have the courage to fire. He covered his head and fled to hide next to the tank, screaming incoherently.

The individual combat skills of the Wolf Warrior special forces are already quite good, and the combat power of these mercenaries should not be underestimated. However, under such a clear disparity in strength, the outcome is obvious.

While the fighting was taking place here, a fierce battle also broke out in the distant mountains and forests in another direction.

Not wanting to waste too much time, Zhang Beixing transformed into a sharp blade and cut directly into the mercenary team responsible for providing support.

With the cover of fire, they quickly took out the last two mercenaries.

As the wind blew by, a pungent smell of blood slowly wafted through the mountain breeze, which was filled with the lingering scent of gunpowder.

Shao Bing led his men in a surprise attack, quickly clearing the battlefield and finishing off several mercenaries who were not quite dead.

Finally, only Harvey, with his crotch soaking wet, was left. Shao Bing looked up at Zhang Beixing, as if asking for his opinion on how to deal with this G country officer.

Harvey was originally just bait to lure the snake out of its hole, but now that the fish has taken the bait, it is no longer of any use.

Zhang Beixing had no time to be polite with him; he subdued him with a single move and threw him back into the tank.

"If we want to gain some benefits for ourselves in this international dispute, we have to spare this guy's life for now."

Zhang Beixing clapped his hands. "Shao Bing, you two stay here to guard the tanks, the rest of you prepare for battle!"

"understand!"

—Click click click!

The bullet is loaded.

The warriors of the Wolf Warriors all raised their guns at an angle, ready to face an even fiercer battle at any moment.

Zhang Beixing took a sniper rifle and raised his palm to make a tactical slashing motion.

Shao Bing's Wolf Warrior squad immediately took action, rushing towards the designated direction without any hesitation.

Countless military boots swept swiftly across the fallen leaves, exuding a murderous aura.

Zhang Beixing took the lead, leading his howling wolf cubs straight to the battlefield where Yu Fei and the Old Cat mercenary group were engaged in combat!
Towering trees rise from the ground, cutting the sunlight overhead into tiny fragments, creating countless dappled shadows.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun shines brightest during this time of day. However, at this moment, a hazy, golden light shrouds this vast primeval forest, with the shadows of trees shimmering and intertwining on the ground covered with fallen leaves. In this utterly tranquil forest, gunshots rang out, and the sounds of fierce fighting echoed through the sky.

The smoke of gunpowder lingered in the receding wind, and the pungent smell of blood forced everyone to stay alert at all times.

In the dense forest, swift figures in camouflage flashed by.

Plans can't keep up with changes. Yu Fei's squad, which was originally supposed to be used to contain Old Cat's mercenaries, unexpectedly encountered them head-on. The two sides engaged in fierce firefights at a distance of 100 meters without any preparation.

Whoosh whoosh!
The bullets whistled through the air with deadly sharpness, cutting through the air with frenzied speed.

Shell casings were ejected and exploded on tree trunks, sending large clumps of wood chips flying into the air, blood and foam scattering haphazardly, and countless corpses dressed in camouflage combat uniforms lay scattered in the forest.

Yu Fei waved his hands and roared.

"Go! Go! Don't let a single one of them escape!"

Suddenly, a burst of bullets came from the sound, forcing Yu Fei to duck his head and spit out a mouthful of dirt.

"Damn it, these mercenaries are pretty good at fighting. We've met our match."

As he spoke, Yu Fei waved his hand, ordering the machine gunners to suppress and return fire. Not daring to be careless, he immediately took the opportunity to pull out his treasured military signal flares.

Three shots were fired in quick succession, and the fuses were pulled all at once.

The signal flare whistled into the sky and exploded high above the forest.

Yu Fei murmured, "Vice Captain, if you don't come soon, we'll be wiped out."

The radio headset rang, and Shao Bing's voice came through it.

"Hold on, we're almost there!"

Shortly after he finished speaking, gunfire erupted from the woods on the other side.

"Type 95!" Yu Fei exclaimed with delight, "Someone's here!"

"Suppress! Everyone, rise up and fight!"

The special forces soldiers shouted and unleashed their fury on the mercenaries from behind their cover.

Zhang Beixing and Shao Bing's Wolf Warrior squad clashed directly with the mercenary group hiding in the forest, and the two sides began to fight fiercely.

Zhang Beixing was like a sharp arrow, instantly unleashing unparalleled power and dodging the enemy machine gunners' barrage of bullets with unimaginable speed.

Before Lao Mao's sniper could react and provide cover fire, Zhang Beixing rushed to the machine gunner, pressed his pistol to his forehead, and fired a single shot, killing him instantly.

The sniper attempted to shoot Zhang Beixing, but was frightened by the intense follow-up shots from the Wolf Warriors and hastily raised his gun and retreated.

Instead of retreating, Zhang Beixing advanced, rushing forward and appearing in front of the unsuspecting Old Cat.

Old Cat drew his military knife and slashed down with ruthless ferocity.

Zhang Beixing swiftly dodged, simultaneously unleashing a palm strike that landed squarely on the old cat's chest.

Zhang Beixing, in his haste, lacked many skills; he was simply incredibly strong.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spurted from the old cat's mouth and nose.

Old Cat fell backward to the ground, utterly vulnerable, and looked up in terror: "Chinese kungfu!?"

Zhang Beixing had no interest in wasting words with the person who wanted to kill him. He kicked the military knife stuck in the ground and hurled it at Lao Mao.

The old cat let out a loud cry and scrambled to its side, barely managing to dodge.

Several burly mercenaries rushed over, while a sniper in the distance provided support and pulled the trigger.

Zhang Beixing dared not continue to venture deeper alone. He moved swiftly, using the trees as cover to avoid the sniper's line of sight.

Several mercenaries picked up the old cat and quickly fled into the distance.

Halfway there, Old Cat slammed his tablet to the ground and cursed, "How can China have such freakish warriors? Twenty million can't buy the lives of so many of my brothers!"

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

At Old Cat's command, the mercenaries, who were surrounded and being pursued, stopped fighting and immediately withdrew from the battle.

But Wolf Warriors' goal is to annihilate them completely, so they naturally won't let them leave easily.

Two small teams, each led by Shi Sanba and Zhuang Xiaolong, advanced from different directions.

Close combat was about to break out when the figures that had sprung out of the forest collided with each other and began to fight.

"Fuck!"

"You dare insult me? I'll fuck your grandma!"

At such a critical moment, all talk of burst fire and routine target practice becomes nonsense.

All each person had to do was rely on their biological instincts to send the bullets in their hands into the enemy's chest.

It's a fight to the death!

Countless figures flashed rapidly through the woods, and the sounds of various guns firing clashed incessantly.

—Tap tap tap tap…!
—Bang bang bang! !
As soon as the battle began, all the previous deployments of both sides were thrown into chaos, and unexpected encounters occurred everywhere, with the air filled with the smell of gunpowder and the pungent stench of blood.

The situation gradually became extremely chaotic, with gunfire everywhere and indistinguishable shadowy figures clashing and fighting breaking out at any moment.

At this point, individual soldier skills become especially important.

What is individual soldier quality?

That's the moment!
Ignore death and hail of bullets amidst blood and fire! Fight tooth and nail, risk your life for yours! Eliminate more enemies with minimal sacrifice!
The mercenaries under Old Cat's command are all well-equipped, and each one is a retired veteran of special forces from various countries.

Old Cat himself is a former Navy SEAL who participated in two Gulf Wars. He is a very troublesome enemy, and no one dares to take him lightly.

The sharp sound of Ruixiao's sniper rifle was particularly piercing in the melee, and many soldiers had already died under Lao Mao's sniper rifle.

Because it was a long-range raid, the Wolf Warrior Squadron's weapons and equipment were inferior to those of the mercenaries; otherwise, they wouldn't have been suppressed by a light machine gun and dared not show their faces.

The sound of gunfire in the mountains and forests was like firecrackers during the Lunar New Year, one wave after another that never stopped from the beginning.

—Whoosh!

A grenade landed and exploded among the Wolf Warriors special forces, instantly sending blood and flesh flying.

Shao Bing seized the opportunity and threw a flying knife.

The mercenary holding the grenade launcher pinned his hand firmly to the tree trunk behind him.

Ah!
A scream.

Shao Bing charged forward like a cheetah, pulled the throwing knife from the opponent's hand, and swiftly slashed across the air.

A splatter of blood! The mercenary clutched his neck and collapsed silently to the ground.

Zhuang Xiaolong stealthily approached the mercenary machine gunner from behind, but before he could make a move, the other party noticed him and pressed the dark muzzle of a gun against his forehead!
Zhuang Xiaolong was startled and stood frozen in place, not daring to move when a gun was pointed at him.

"Oh ho, Chinese Boy Scouts, die!"

The burly man's fleshy face twitched slightly, and he let out a sinister grin.

His thick arm suddenly tensed, revealing the powerful energy within its meridians, ready to pull the trigger and riddle Zhuang Xiaolong with bullets.

Just then, in the blink of an eye!
Suddenly, Shi Sanba jumped out from another direction, shouting as he leaped into the air!
"Grass!"

He crossed his legs, locking them around the neck of the unsuspecting burly man, then pulled hard, causing both of them to fall to the ground. (End of Chapter)