He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Eyes cannot be faked; He Chenguang could not find a trace of will to survive in his eyes.

After a long silence, He Chenguang closed his eyes slightly, then suddenly opened them, his sharp, hawk-like eyes flashing with a fierce light.

He Chenguang looked up with lightning speed at his old friend Chachai, who was standing opposite him, and exhaled sharply.

"I understand."

These four simple words are filled with indescribable melancholy and sorrow.

Seeing that He Chenguang understood his mind, Chachai's face showed a long-lost bright smile, just like the spirited young man who stood on the ring back then.

Chatchai slowly unfastened his bulletproof vest and tossed it to the ground. At the same time, he threw the portable camouflage bag hanging from his waist and the two grenades at his feet. In the end, he was left with only a barbed military knife, which gleamed coldly in the sunlight in the forest.

He Chenguang quickly removed his equipment, leaving only a black vest on his upper body. The outline of his well-defined muscles was faintly visible under the vest, exuding a wild and powerful physique.

In his hand was a domestically produced alloy steel carbon military-grade dagger, its surface coated with camouflage patterns, concealing all his killing intent.

Seeing this, Wang Yanbing couldn't help but remind him, "Falcon, what are you planning to do? This is a battlefield, not a fighting ring! Have you forgotten what Brother Yu told you?"

He Chenguang turned to look at him, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Flamingo, allow me to be willful this once. He is not only my enemy, but also my former friend and rival. If there are any problems, I will take full responsibility when the captain investigates."

Seeing He Chenguang's serious expression, Wang Yanbing immediately shut up and said nothing more.

Although he no longer spoke, he did not loosen his grip on the steel gun in his hand.

Wang Yanbing has made a decision: as long as Chachai dares to hurt He Chenguang, to hell with the martial arts rules, one-on-one fights and all that stuff is bullshit!

If Chatchai dares to make a move, he will blow that bastard's head off with a single shot!
Silence signifies permission. In fact, the team members exchanged glances and simultaneously stepped back a few paces, making room for the two of them.

Chachai raised his hand and gripped the military knife, exposing one side of the blade in front of him. At this moment, he only had eyes for He Chenguang, completely forgetting everything around him.

“He Chenguang, I don’t know how you’ve spent the last two years. But judging from your appearance, I know you’ve become a special forces soldier. But I must tell you: In my homeland, when I was still a soldier, I underwent rigorous special training. I survived countless inhumane tests, many of which you can’t even imagine.”

"Since becoming a mercenary, the number of people I've killed and the battles I've fought have exceeded anyone's expectations. I am no longer the person I was two years ago. You'd better be careful, or you might be killed the moment you see me!"

He Chenguang gave a confident, cold smile: "Thank you for the reminder. One should look at a person with new eyes after three days of separation. My growth is beyond your imagination."

As he spoke, he glanced at Chatchai's bleeding right arm.

"Should we switch to the left hand?"

Chachai shook his head.

"No need. I still prefer to use my right hand. The person I encountered was strong, but not strong enough to cripple me."

He Chenguang suddenly shook his head to himself.

"Believe me, it's because he hasn't given it his all yet. Otherwise, you wouldn't have gotten this far."

Upon hearing this, Chachai fell silent for a moment, it was unclear what he was thinking, but he did not deny the statement.

Although it was only a brief encounter, the terrifying experience of Zhangbei had left an indelible impression on his mind, one that would never fade.

Chachai frowned, but said frankly, "You're right, that person is extremely strong. I've never met such a powerful person before. Could you tell me his name?"

He Chenguang nodded: "He is my captain, his name is Zhang Beixing."

“Zhang Beixing?” Chachai said calmly. “Very good, I’ll remember that. It’s an honor for me to fight against such a master.”

After saying that, Chachai's demeanor changed abruptly, and he stared intently at He Chenguang.

Come on, brother!

He Chenguang held the knife in a starting position, his waist slightly lowered, and then he burst out with tremendous force, his body shooting towards Chachai like an arrow!
Bang! !

Two military knives crossed in mid-air, instantly producing a sharp, metallic clang.

In the instant they passed each other, Chachai turned around swiftly, wielding his battle blade and creating a whistling wind, as ruthless and domineering as ever.

He Chenguang's gaze sharpened, and he dared not be careless, brandishing his camouflage dagger with a fluttering sound.

The two military knives continued to collide in mid-air, sparking dazzling flashes.

--rub!

--rub!

Neither of them held back in their attacks, employing the simplest and most direct military killing techniques.

A flurry of blades flashed as they slashed at each other's vital points, the offensive and defensive postures constantly shifting. Both men wore grave expressions, wielding their military knives while using their hands and feet, occasionally taking a kick or a punch.

The deafening roar of fists slamming into flesh was deafening!
Xu Tianlong, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "Are these two really friends? How come they're both so ruthless?"

Wang Yanbing, who remained vigilant, scoffed from the side.

"Don't just watch the show; stay alert. If something goes wrong and we capsize in this little ditch, the captain will skin us alive."

Upon hearing this, Song Kaifei, who was the most qualified to speak, couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, the fierce battle between He Chenguang and Chachai had reached a fever pitch. Blades clashed and clashed, the metallic clang producing a piercing sound. Their wide eyes were filled with bloodshot veins of rage.

"Uh oh! He Chenguang!"

"drink!"

The two roared simultaneously, raising their sharp swords and unleashing a flurry of blade light towards each other.

It's a fight to the death!

The tropical rainforest is covered with tangled vines and ancient trees reaching for the sky. As the helicopter flies overhead, a faint mist of moisture can be seen rising into the air.

Tropical rainforest weather is unpredictable and completely unpredictable. One moment the sun may be shining brightly, and the next moment a torrential downpour may be pouring down.

—Boom!

Dark clouds suddenly gathered over the dense rainforest, swallowing the sunlight instantly, while streaks of lightning snaked and danced among the clouds.

The entire sky was cold and gloomy, like an icy iron curtain, making those who dared to explore the mysteries of nature tremble with fear and feel awe.

boom!
Another deafening roar followed.

A bolt of lightning, as thick as a tree trunk, instantly tore through the dark clouds in the sky.

A torrential downpour began without warning from the clouds.

Splash!

Rain fell, continuously pounding against the dense branches and leaves in the forest, making a crackling sound, as if trying to wash away all the bloodshed, sin, and splatter.

Chhay, his face growing paler, leaned against a giant tree, blood gushing out.

A flash of lightning illuminated He Chenguang's face, which was shrouded in mystery.

He held a blood-stained military knife in his hand, the blood dripping from the blade along with the rainwater, forming a winding stream on the ground beneath his feet.

The contest between the two has come to an end, and the outcome is clear. "To die at the hands of a brother is a cause for joy. May all my sins be washed away."

He who kills will be killed by others.

These are the final words that Chachai left behind in the world.

He Chenguang stood there blankly, looking at Chachai, who had already died, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Wang Yanbing walked up from a short distance away and gently patted He Chenguang's shoulder, making him relax.

"Let's go. There are more than just this group of foreign forces coveting the satellite. We need to rendezvous with the captain as soon as possible."

He Chenguang nodded silently, turned away from Chachai, and followed his teammates as they left.

……

The location where the Beidou satellite crashed!

Zhang Beixing sat imposingly on a charred ancient tree closest to the satellite, toying with a black box he had just disassembled.

It is the Beidou satellite military chip that embodies the hard work of countless scientists across the country!
As for the remaining satellite debris, it is being dismantled and destroyed by the surviving soldiers at the outpost.

Since it was impossible to move them all away as a whole, they were destroyed, leaving the enemy with no hope whatsoever.

After collecting the bodies of their fallen comrades, the soldiers at the border outpost immediately began a busy operation to destroy the bodies.

However, their eyes kept glancing at Zhang Beixing sitting not far away. Several curious soldiers couldn't help but huddle together and whisper among themselves.

"Have you heard? Apparently, he single-handedly repelled that entire group of formidable mercenaries. He's a ruthless killer!"

"That's really ruthless. I've heard before that special forces are the elite of reconnaissance soldiers, and the Wolf Fang special forces are the king of the elite, but I still underestimated the weight of the words 'special forces'."

"Compared to others, we are really too weak. I wish I could be selected for the special forces."

"Yes. If we had that kind of strength, perhaps the platoon leader wouldn't have been killed."

When the topic of their platoon leader sacrificing his life for the country came up, the group fell silent again.

On the tree trunk, Zhang Beixing was not idle; rather, he was looking out over the surrounding mountains and forests, while simultaneously receiving information about the dispersed troops via the communication channel.

"Buzz buzz buzz... Boss, boss, this is Old A!"

Zhang Beixing: "Please speak after receiving this."

Yuan Lang paged: "We have pursued the mercenaries to the pre-arranged ambush point and rendezvoused with Team B. We are currently en route to the satellite crash coordinates. En route, we have discovered a smuggling caravan crossing the border from southern Xinjiang. Please provide instructions for the next steps."

Zhang Beixing pondered for a moment: "Focus on capturing them alive and ascertaining their origins. If they resist, kill them without hesitation. You will be in charge of command and control on site. Over."

"Old A received, all done."

As the Red Cell Special Operations Team sped toward the satellite coordinates, Yuan Lang's A Team and the Xiaolong B Team were quietly outmaneuvering a group of horse caravans.

The members of the caravan were all of Asian appearance, with no white or black members, but it was difficult to further determine their nationalities.

The group consisted of eight people and four horses. Each person wore short sleeves and a straw hat. Apart from the gleaming carbines and grenade launchers in their hands, no other equipment was visible.

However, this was enough to leave the special operations recruits, who were participating in border combat for the first time, speechless.

Someone in the group muttered to themselves.

"When it comes to world peace and construction, our country has done an outstanding job. Look at these neighboring countries, whether it's the fields or the monkeys in southern Xinjiang, how come they are so well-equipped with firearms as easily as cigarettes sold at roadside stalls?"

"It's fortunate that they ran into us today; at least their equipment is comparable. If it were the armed patrol anti-drug team, their weaponry would be far inferior, and how could they possibly fight!"

"You mean they make so much money smuggling all sorts of things?"

Yuan Lang turned around and made a shushing gesture, lowering his own voice as well.

"I know you're nervous, that's why I'm saying so much. But it's best to keep quiet on the battlefield and stay vigilant."

Yuan Lang's tone gradually relaxed, and he smiled at his teammates.

"You've done well in your usual training. Today is your first real combat experience. A reinforced platoon against a squad, and with the enemy in the open while we are in the shadows, there's no reason for us to lose."

"However, not being defeated does not constitute a victory. A victory is achieved only if the battle is ended without casualties. In your first battle, don't disgrace the Falcon, understand?"

The team members looked at each other, thinking to themselves, "You, squad leader, have quite a lot to say too!"

However, they only dared to grumble in their hearts and no one dared to say it to their faces.

Everyone knew that this was the squad leader's psychological preparation for everyone before the battle.

After speaking, Yuan Lang raised his hand and made a tactical hand gesture to prepare to fire.

The team members loaded their guns and each aimed at a member of the caravan. At the same time, the Special Forces A team members put away their weapons and, using the cover of the jungle, silently approached the caravan with melee weapons.

We need to prepare for both possibilities.

The smuggling caravan, completely unaware of the impending danger, continued on its way. Soon, the group of smugglers had completely crossed the border!
The special operations recruits of the Xiaolong B team had a clear division of labor. Each of them had their rifle scope locked onto the head of a member of the caravan, and they could shoot and kill him immediately if he made any dangerous moves.

Meanwhile, the veterans of Team A, under Yuan Lang's arrangement, intended to give these new recruits a practical combat training lesson.

A dozen veterans, with rifles slung over their backs, crawled forward on the ground under the cover of the grass, silently making their way to the location the caravan members were passing through.

After crossing the border, the smuggling caravan proceeded very cautiously, with two armed members leading the way, their eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

They were all aware that Chinese military outposts were scattered along the border, so they dared not make too much noise.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter and chatter came from the direction the caravan was traveling.

A member of the armed caravan suddenly raised his hand and pressed it down forcefully, signaling everyone to be careful.

The members leading the horses at the back were immediately thrown into chaos, clearly very nervous and afraid of encountering the Chinese garrison.

"We have to change course; there are people ahead of us."

In the minds of these smuggling caravan members, China's military power is not to be trifled with, which means that retaliation and pursuit will follow them endlessly.

Those who offend China, no matter how far away, will be punished!

This is not just empty talk!
The rear of the caravan became the front, and they tried their best to keep their footsteps down as they quietly moved to one side.

The two men who were leading the way with guns also turned around very carefully, trying to catch up with the group.

Just then, two camouflaged figures suddenly rushed out of the bushes, one on each side, and quickly covered the other's mouth and nose while striking the other's neck hard. The two members of the organization instantly fainted and were then silently dragged into the bushes.

The caravan fled in haste, and no one noticed that two people were missing from behind until nearly five minutes later when someone realized they were missing.

"Boss, the two people behind us have disappeared!"

A man who appeared to be the leader of a smuggling gang glanced back, saw nothing amiss, and shook his head dismissively.

"What are you afraid of? Look at you, so cowardly! The two of them are covering the rear. They probably won't catch up for a while. After all, the forest is so dense, it's normal for them to get lost. As long as they don't get carried off by wolves, they'll be fine."

In truth, the leader himself was a little guilty, but fearing that a sudden collapse of the team would be even more dangerous, he mustered his courage to say these insincere words. In reality, he was quite uncertain and was simply deceiving himself. (End of Chapter)