Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

"Old He, how are you? Can you still fight? The guys over there are tough to deal with."

At this critical moment, Zhuo Yifan did not act recklessly and rush out to fight the cockroach alone. Instead, he chose to ask Lao He, who was more experienced, for help.

At the same time, he took out compression bandages from his bag, ready to help Lao He and Wang Jianguo stop the bleeding.

Zhuo Yifan's skills are average, but his equipment is quite complete.

He lived up to the name of a die-hard military enthusiast!

"I can handle it myself. You help Jianguo first; he's more seriously injured than me."

Old He shook his still slightly dizzy head, took the compression bandage from Zhuo Yifan, tore it open with his teeth, and said while bandaging himself to stop the bleeding, "That guy is no ordinary person, he's not someone we can deal with."

"Quickly use the walkie-talkie to ask Mr. Leng for help, otherwise when he rushes over, you won't stand a chance, and we'll all be in big trouble."

Old He, as expected of a veteran, remained calm and came up with the only way to save himself.

"Oh, right, right, look at my brain, how could I forget about that?"

Zhuo Yifan slapped his forehead in realization. He had been too hasty and had forgotten about it. Now, reminded by Lao He, he immediately took out his walkie-talkie.

"Brother Leng, Brother Leng, can you hear me? I'm in big trouble! Come quick, we're all going to die if you don't come soon!"

Zhuo Yifan shouted at the top of his lungs, as if afraid that Jackie Chan on the other end wouldn't hear him.

Jackie Chan, who was clearing out the last dozen or so Red Turban Army soldiers on the east side and was about to break through and clear the area, heard the call on the walkie-talkie and his heart jumped into his throat. He quickly took out the walkie-talkie.

"Received, received. What's going on?"

"Ah, thank you, Bodhisattva."

The shout should have excited Zhuo Yifan. Driven by a strong will to survive, he spoke like a machine gun: "I've encountered some experts here. Lao He and Lao Wang are both injured."

Now it's just me left. Lao He is never right. How can I possibly hold on?

That guy is coming soon, he might already be here. Hurry up and come save us! I'm so young, I don't want to die here.

"Alright, I understand. Where are you?" Jackie Chan knew what was going on as soon as he heard that.

"We're to the south, inside the factory building on the right. You'll see us as soon as you come in. Hurry up, come quick! I see that guy's here. I'll talk to you later."

After seeing the machine a dozen meters ahead, Zhuo Yifan noticed a figure flash by quickly and dropped the walkie-talkie, no longer bothering to continue the conversation.

He took the backpack off and dumped it on the ground, and two hand grenades rolled out.

He brought twenty or thirty grenades with him to fight, and threw them around carelessly along the way. Now he only has two left, and Zhuo Yifan is filled with regret.

If I had known I would encounter such a tough opponent, I wouldn't have wasted so much effort earlier.

Seeing that the expert on the other side had already rushed over, Zhuo Yifan couldn't even judge his exact position. He could only try his best to anticipate and throw grenades, hoping to delay him for as long as possible.

swoosh~

A grenade was thrown.

……

"I've killed more than twenty people here, and Old D hasn't come looking for me. Instead, he ran off to the south side. That brat and Old He are really unlucky."

Jackie Chan muttered a self-deprecating joke, but his feet moved with surprising speed.

Although they only spent a few hours together, Jackie Chan had a good impression of the honest and loyal Lao He and the playful but principled naughty boy, and was willing to make friends with such people.

Therefore, Jackie Chan would do everything in his power to rescue anyone, even if there was only a one percent chance.

But after all, it's a factory with two or three hundred workers, and the combined area of ​​the old and new factory areas is just too big; it takes some time to get there.

Jackie Chan had no idea whether he could hold out until he got there.

We can only hope they're lucky!

Jackie Chan was rushing over with all his might, while Zhuo Yifan was already in dire straits, his breathing filled with tense repression.

PMCs are all highly skilled, at the level of special forces, and the cockroaches are especially adept at tactics.

Zhuo Yifan is all talk and no action.

The difference in skill between the two sides is immediately apparent.

The cockroach easily dodged the grenade and began to suppress the enemy with gunfire, advancing relentlessly and applying constant pressure.

Zhuo Yifan was a little annoyed.

Every time I peeked out, I tried to throw grenades to suppress them, but before my head could even emerge, bullets came flying, hitting the wall and sending debris flying everywhere.

Zhuo Yifan was startled by this situation; it was the first time he had ever faced such a predicament.

The cockroach's marksmanship was incredibly accurate; it was a game-changer for the average person, like a primary school student versus a university student.

Zhuo Yifan was severely suppressed, and he couldn't throw out the last bomb no matter what he tried.

Old He's hand is completely useless after being shot twice. He can still fire a gun with one hand, but it's obviously unrealistic for him to go out and suppress the cockroaches.

Even with both hands, Old He is probably in serious trouble!

As for Wang Jianguo, he was in even worse shape. He was shot in the leg and was in so much pain that his face was pale. Sending him out to fight back would be tantamount to sending him to his death.

As the gunshots drew closer, it proved that the cockroaches were closing in.

Zhuo Yifan completely lost his composure, beads of sweat forming on his face. He didn't care whether he could throw the grenade or not, and just tore it open and threw it haphazardly.

"Wait, wait..."

Old He shouted to stop them, but it was too late.

"Boom!"

The grenade exploded.

It was a wasted effort.

The bullets kept coming, and they had already chipped away a layer of the wall, exposing the steel bars inside, proving that the cockroaches were still thriving.

Zhuo Yifan panicked and, without thinking, threw out his last grenade.

This means he has lost his last reliance.

If Zhuo Yifan held onto the grenade tightly and didn't throw it, he would still have one last chance to counterattack, throwing the grenade at close range to catch the cockroach off guard.

But now that opportunity is gone, and the three of them have truly become lambs to the slaughter.

"Zhuo Yifan, pick up the gun. We can't let the Chinese people down. We must die with dignity." Old He was preparing for one last gamble.

Zhuo Yifan was completely flustered and had no idea what to do.

Hearing Lao He's two words of courageous manhood, the young man's fearless spirit was activated, and he bravely picked up his gun again.

Even though his face was still as pale as paper, and the sweat from his fright had not yet dried.

He completely overwhelmed the charging cockroaches, not caring how Lao He and the others resisted, because he had absolute confidence in his victory.

This confidence comes from his ability!

His gaze was fixed on the wall riddled with holes, and his fishing rod caught sight of the elevated ladder on the other side of the wall, from which he could see everything behind the wall.

"Da da da, da da da..."

The cockroaches continued their controlled suppression and soon reached the bottom of the ladder.

There was almost no pause.

The cockroach changed its magazine in less than two seconds, then swung the gun behind it, jumped up and grabbed the edge of the ladder, and climbed up by pushing off with its arms and legs.

Lao He and Zhuo Yifan were still staring at the entrance, the open space they had to pass through to get there.

Completely unaware that a man with a buzz cut had appeared on the iron ladder to the left, about ten meters above and to the right.

"As long as one person is alive, the rest can die."

In just one second, the cockroach decided the fate of Zhuo Yifan and his two companions, quickly raising its rifle and shifting left and right to lock onto Lao He and Wang Jianguo.

The reason Zhuo Yifan was kept was that the cockroach could tell at a glance that Zhuo Yifan was the worst among them.

These young people who have just entered society are full of fantasies and have no social experience, making them the easiest to deal with and control.

When you're trying to extract information by grabbing someone's words, the simpler their mind, the better.

"Go to hell."

The cockroach gun was fixed on Old He's head. With a contemptuous smile, it began to pull the trigger and kill him.

"Snap!"

A shot rang out!

Old He's head was intact; he was even startled by the gunshot.

Zhuo Yifan shuddered in fright and immediately turned around to look in the direction from which the gunshots came, but found nothing unusual.

Just as he was wondering where the gunshot came from.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, a crashing sound came from the left.

Looking behind them, Lao He and Zhuo Yifan immediately turned their heads to the left.

The enemy who had just crushed them was now sprawled out on the iron bars below the ladder, but because of the tricky angle, he didn't fall down.

It just hung there, without making a sound.

With his sharp eyes, Lao He could clearly see that behind the enemy's head, which was hanging there, a piece of hair had been ripped off, revealing white brain matter.

You can also see a large pool of blood gathering on the top of the head, converging together to form a line that flows downwards.

"A master just died like that???"

Old He was completely confused.

Zhuo Yifan looked completely bewildered.

Wang Jianguo even forgot about his leg pain.

One second everyone was in despair, and some even shouted slogans to prove their point by dying.

The enemy suddenly died the next second, turning into a corpse hanging on the railing.

The difference between then and now is just too big!

After the three of them stood there stunned for several seconds, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind them.

"You three didn't even notice that someone had a gun pointed at your heads, and it was only about ten meters away? Luckily I got here in time. If I had been a second later, you three would all be done for."

"Mr. Leng?"

Old He was startled, then relaxed and let out a long sigh of relief.

As a former reconnaissance soldier, Lao He could better see Jackie Chan's extraordinary qualities. He knew how formidable Jackie Chan was, so he had absolute trust in him.

That's what he subconsciously believed...

Once Jackie Chan arrives, we'll be safe!

Zhuo Yifan was overjoyed, grinning foolishly as he exclaimed, "Brother Leng, you've finally arrived! I knew you could save us!"

"Thank you, sir, thank you for your help." Wang Jianguo's reply was the most formal.

"We're all on the same side, so don't be so polite. How are your injuries? Are they serious? Can you hold on until we get back to the old warehouse?" Jackie Chan asked, striding over.

There was a group of proper doctors in the old warehouse, among whom Dr. Chen was an expert.

As long as they return to the old warehouse and are taken over by the dozen or so doctors, there shouldn't be any major problems unless vital organs are injured.

"Old He was shot twice in the hand, and we've already done some basic hemostasis. Old Wang was shot once in the leg, and I didn't have enough bandages, so I used a strip of cloth to tie it up."

Zhuo Yifan explained each person in turn, but forgot about himself.

Seeing his face covered in blood and various bloodstains, Jackie Chan assumed he had been shot and frowned, asking, "What happened to your face? Were you grazed by a bullet?"

"No, no, it's just a rock breaking off, it's nothing serious."

Zhuo Yifan was a very strong-willed person. He acted as if he didn't care at all, casually wiped his face with his sleeve, patted his chest and said, "Old He can walk by himself, and I can help Old Wang back."

Of course, if you can't handle it by yourself, I can stay and help you.

"Let me tell you, I'm really good. I'm incredibly accurate at throwing grenades. I can hit anything within 30 meters. I've killed over a dozen people with that skill. You..."

"Good, good, you're very good."

Jackie Chan, not wanting to listen to Zhuo Yifan's boasting, solemnly instructed, "These people are professional PMCs; you can't handle them."

"You three should go back now, I'll take care of the rest..."

Jackie Chan arranged for Zhuo Yifan and the others to return home and receive professional medical treatment as soon as possible to prevent excessive blood loss and other complications.

Old D on the other side was about to vomit blood!

He originally thought that Lao He was a coward who could be easily taken down with a single shot, and that sending cockroaches over would be a simple matter.

But what he witnessed was a cockroach being blown in the head and tumbling down the ladder.

He had brought his four most capable subordinates, who originally thought they could run rampant and act tyrannically in this godforsaken country.

However, they have all been killed by humans, and each one of them died a more gruesome death than the last.

This was something Old D never expected.

Now that the team is down to just one commander, the most sensible thing for Old D to do is to lead the remaining Red Turban Army away as soon as possible.

Go back, readjust personnel and equipment, and then launch a third attack on the factory.

This way, not only is there still a chance of winning, but the chance of winning is very high.

Even if Jackie Chan and his men have already begun to evacuate, Old D can still use the Red Turban Army's overwhelming advantage to very likely block the convoy on the road.

After all, with the civil war progressing to this point, regardless of which port they evacuate from, they will have to pass through the war zone.

pity.

Seeing his four capable subordinates killed, Old D was completely enraged and lost the ability to think calmly; all he could think about was revenge.

Most importantly, Old D has always been proud and arrogant; he cannot stand being a loser.

And such a miserable loser!

So even though all his capable subordinates had been killed in action, Old D did not immediately lead his men to retreat, but decided to come and handle everything himself.

He believed in his own abilities.

He certainly has enough ability.

If any other Chinese special forces soldier were to meet Old D in this situation, they would likely fall to Old D's hands.

However, Old D was really unlucky; he ran into the best of the best.

A true king among kings of soldiers!!

Jackie Chan, through his premonition of the plot, knew that Old D would definitely not run away and would launch a final attack in a very short time.

That's why he immediately arranged for Zhuo Yifan to lead Lao He and the others to evacuate as quickly as possible.

Only after the three of them left could Jackie Chan unleash his full power and engage in a final showdown with Old D, the King of Europe. (End of Chapter)