Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 492 Sword Commando

That’s right, he is Liang Muzhe. Not long after graduating from the Hunter School and returning to China, he participated in the selection of the military region’s Sharp Sword Commando because of his outstanding performance, and successfully passed and joined the military region’s most elite special operations commando, the Sharp Sword Commando.

This time, he and their team were responsible for escorting RFG Group's exoskeleton combat uniforms and Gauss rifles back to the country. However, he didn't know that Sean, the president of RFG Group, was actually his former devil instructor. He didn't even know that the guy named Sean was a Chinese, otherwise he didn't know what a wonderful expression he would have.

"I don't have that feeling. I just feel it's a little weird. I always have the illusion that they are not human at all, or they are not the same kind of people as us."

For a moment, Xu Xia didn't know how to describe the strange feeling in his heart.

"My team members will keep an eye on them. RFG Group has signed a contract with us, and Sean, the president of RFG Group, attaches great importance to this cooperation, so I don't think they will do anything bad, but we can't take it lightly."

Liang Muzhe said after thinking about it.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Captain Liang."

Xu Xia naturally had no objection to this. She was only able to take on this transportation mission because of the opportunity. The real decision makers were naturally the military. After all, they were the professionals. Liang Muzhe was now on this ship, representing the military. His attitude was the attitude of the military. Moreover, as long as this transportation mission was completed successfully, the benefits to her would be immeasurable.

“It’s not hard, this is our mission.”

Liang Muzhe responded and turned and left.

Xu Xia stared at the broad figure walking away, his eyes flashing.

The cargo ship sailed slowly on the endless sea, looking somewhat peaceful.

"Is the Strait of Hormuz ahead?"

Oleg held the railing and gazed into the distance. The calm sea always gave him a feeling of surging waves. His right eyelid kept twitching, and the closer he got to the Strait of Hormuz, the more violently it twitched, as if there was some ferocious beast ahead. Years of life in the midst of bullets and gunfire told him that there was danger ahead. People like them were basically superstitious about this mysterious intuition, because this intuition had never deceived them.

"That's right. After sailing another three nautical miles, the ship will officially enter the Strait of Hormuz."

Andrei followed Oleg's gaze and looked into the distance. Well, there was nothing but the endless sea. He couldn't help but take a big gulp from the wine jug in frustration.

"Sukabulie, you can't drink alcohol during the mission. You damn violent bear, can't you drink less?"

Oleg noticed Andrei's actions and immediately scolded him in dissatisfaction.

"Sukabulie, I can smell the alcohol on you from a hundred meters away. You told me not to drink, but what should I drink? Are you going to dismantle the tank of this freighter and drink its fuel, you damn idiot!"

Andrei was not going to tolerate him, and he immediately turned into a professional troll, spitting at Oleg, which made Oleg's eyelids twitch, and his right eyelid, which had been twitching to begin with, twitched even more violently.

"Damn it, God must have created you with his eyes closed, otherwise I don't understand why you always spew shit when you open your mouth!"

Oleg turned around and started to scold Andrei with his hands and feet dancing. At the end, he walked up to him, snatched the wine jug from his hand, and poured it into his own mouth.

Andre's eyebrows jumped when he saw it, and he quickly reached out to grab it: "Damn it, leave some for me!"

Oleg let go of the wine jug and let the other party take it away. He then burped beautifully, looking refreshed.

"Sukabuli, my last bottle of vodka!"

Andrei shook the wine jug against his mouth, and with a look of grief and anger on his face, he was about to rush towards Oleg: "Sukabulie, damn sword and shield, I want to duel with you!"

"Стоп (Russian: stop, pronounced: stop)!"

Oleg immediately raised his left hand to stop Andrei: "After the mission is over, I will provide you with vodka for a week!"

Andre stopped his body from rushing forward, and his angry expression turned into surprise: "Oh my God, boss, I just realized that you are so good, you are really great, I can't help falling in love with you!"

"I think I heard someone fell in love with the boss. Oh my god, these two gays. There are actually two gays in my team!"

Suddenly, Nicholas' exaggerated voice came from the cabin, and then Nicholas walked out of the cabin with an exaggerated expression on his face, followed by Vasily and Igor.

"Damn it, I've been teammates with gay guys all this time. When the mission is over, the first thing I'm going to do is go find the boss. I have to change teams. This is really terrible!"

Vasily also sighed with an unusually exaggerated expression and gesticulations, while Igor looked at Oleg and Andrei with extreme suspicion and surprise, as if he was really shocked because they were gay, and then changed his eyes to one of incomprehension but respect.

"Sokabuli, you three bastards, I'm not gay!"

Oleg suddenly felt unwell and his eyelids were about to burst into tears.

"Damn it, I'm not gay. I'm just thanking the boss for buying me vodka for a week. Besides, even if I were gay, I'd have to find a handsome pretty boy instead of a big, burly guy like Jiandun!" Andre's eyes widened, his tone very dissatisfied. Noticing Igor's expression, his face suddenly darkened: "Sukabuli, typewriter, what are you looking at, take it back quickly, or I'll let you taste Uncle Andre's fist!"

Just as Nicholas was about to say something else, Liang Muzhe, who had already changed into full armor, came out of the cabin with his team. "Hey, gentlemen, what happened?"

Oleg glanced at Liang Muzhe and his companions with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Since they had not pulled up their face scarves yet and were only wearing goggles, he could barely recognize that these people were the ones who had just followed the general manager of COSCO Shipping Company off the ship.

"Friends of the Rod of God, this time we are working together to escort this batch of goods. I think it is necessary for us to have a simple understanding of each other. Now we are in the Strait of Hormuz. Although there are not many pirates in this place, there are still some. I don't want the mission to fail due to improper cooperation."

Liang Muzhe walked forward and couldn't help but frowned slightly when he smelled the alcohol on the other person. You have to know that their PLA strictly prohibits alcohol and nicotine. Unless you are on leave, you can't touch alcohol at all, let alone drinking during the mission. Drinking in the base at ordinary times will only result in a little punishment, basically writing a review or being put in solitary confinement, and there will not be too serious consequences. But if you drink during the mission, as long as you are not on a mission with special needs, you will probably not escape a serious punishment or even expulsion from the military. And cigarettes are not allowed at any time, especially for special forces like them, they are strict in this regard. This is a principle and bottom line.

They are nothing like Oleg and the others, who are addicted to cigarettes and alcohol, and who also gamble whenever they have time. Apart from drugs, there is nothing they don't touch, because everyone in the RFG Group knows that Sean has zero tolerance for drugs. No matter who you are, if you dare to get involved with these things, you will have to pack up and leave.

However, Liang Muzhe also knew that foreign armies were different from domestic ones, and the other side was not a regular army at all. They were called PMCs, but strictly speaking, they were mercenaries, but they were legal, and the discipline requirements were certainly not too high. So in just a moment, he returned to his normal expression and stretched out his hand: "South China Military Region Sword Commando, I am the captain Liang Muzhe."

Oleg looked the other person up and down, then suddenly grinned and stretched out his big hand to hold the other person's hand: "RFG Group, Rapid Security Response Force First Team, Captain Oleg, but everyone calls me Sword and Shield."

The two men greeted each other in a friendly manner, but their hands were not so calm. There is always a sense of comparison between elites, even between troops of the same system. What's more, they are two teams that do not belong to the same camp at all. If they really shake hands in a friendly manner, that would be a miracle.

The palms of the two men were competing with each other, squeezing each other hard. Oleg did not use the power of the exoskeleton combat suit, but just relied on his own strength to put pressure on the opponent. His big hand was like a pair of pliers, tightly clamping the opponent's palm and constantly contracting. After all, his strength was superior. After all, his body size was there. Liang Muzhe, who was 80 meters tall and weighed kilograms, was not much different from a child in front of him.

In terms of strength, he can be said to have completely crushed his opponent. After all, he is 136 meters tall and weighs 56 kilograms, a full kilograms more than his opponent. With such a gap, one can imagine how big the strength gap is.

Liang Muzhe felt the huge force from the other party's palm, like a hydraulic clamp. His face changed immediately and his teeth clenched. He instantly regretted that he had to compete with the other party during the handshake. The gap between the two sides was too big. His strength could not shake the other party at all. However, he was also a man. Although his face could not help but change a little, he did not make a sound. As a soldier, he had his own pride. And the team members were watching from behind. How could he lose face?

It is impossible to admit defeat. There must be a hard part on a person's body, why can't it be the mouth?

"Liang, you are amazing. I feel like I am holding a piece of steel!"

Seeing the other party's reaction, Oleg loosened his hand and complimented him.

"You are strong too, Mr. Sword and Shield. You are very strong too!"

Liang Muzhe put his hands behind his back. When they were out, face was given to each other. The other party took advantage of the situation and even gave her face in her words. Naturally, there was no reason for him to face her with a gloomy face.

"Pfft!"

But just as the two were complimenting each other on business, an inappropriate laugh attracted everyone's attention.

In the Sword Commando's camp, a member of the team who was of medium build, had a slightly puffy face and looked a bit honest, immediately covered his mouth. Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face: "Uh... well... I really couldn't help it..."

"Hahaha……"

Upon hearing this, the other members of the Sword Commando, who had been trying hard to hold back their laughter, couldn't help themselves and burst out laughing like a flood.

He just saw Liang Muzhe's hand retracted and then placed on his lower back, twisting and rubbing it. He couldn't help laughing out loud. This was the first time he saw his captain suffer a loss. He swore that he was professionally trained and would never laugh under normal circumstances unless he couldn't help it.

"Tian Yong!"

Liang Muzhe's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot in an instant, and he shouted loudly.

"To!"

Tian Yong stood up straight immediately, looking straight ahead, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his face. The expression on his face was quite interesting, and the others also covered their mouths to keep quiet.

"Wait and see how I deal with you when we get back!"

Liang Muzhe's already dark face turned even darker after seeing this.

Hearing this, Tian Yong's face instantly fell, and his smile disappeared, replaced by a bitter look.

Oleg and his friends looked at each other in bewilderment. Andrei couldn't help but nudge Igor with his elbow: "Hey, typewriter, this guy named Tian Yong looks more honest than you."

Igor glanced at Andrei and said with a little dissatisfaction: "I am trustworthy. He is honest. What do you know, you stupid bear?"

Then he changed the subject and said, "But the atmosphere in their team is too serious. If it were me, I would probably ridicule the Sword and Shield guy without hesitation."

Andre nodded and said, "That's right. Look at their captain. He can do it without saying a word. If it were me, I would beat up Jiandun!"

They were naturally aware of what had just happened between Oleg and Liang Muzhe. This way of competing with each other was an old tradition of the armies of various countries, and it was a highly unified old tradition. They shook hands first when they met, and whoever cried out in pain was a grandson. The main thing was to be tough on the outside.

As for what Andre said about beating the other party up directly, that is of course impossible, and he will not really do that, unless the other party is Sword and Shield. Anyway, they have beaten each other many times and are used to it. If they haven't seen each other for a long time, then fighting first when they meet is their real way of communicating feelings.

(End of this chapter)