deep sea

early morning.

The eight people gathered in the conference room on time and briefly explained the precautions. The specific details can only be taken when they arrive at the border to observe the real situation. The station is always changing rapidly, and they can only take one step at a time.

After discussing major issues, Jian Chengye emphasized: "Remember that when we reach the border, the eight of us must keep in close contact. When encountering things, we must be calm and calm, and report to me before we act. We can't attack without authorization. When encountering a strong enemy with great disparity in strength, don't be brave. , don’t carry it to death, retreat in time, nothing is more important than your lives, the deep-sea special team is resolute and invincible!”

The slender hand was stretched out in the air. Seeing the situation, Fu Ze'an quickly put it on the back of his hand, and repeated his words firmly in his voice: "The deep-sea special team, act vigorously and resolutely, and be invincible!"

The six people looked at each other, reached out to put their hands on it, and the eight shouted slogans in unison: "Deep Sea Special Team, act vigorously and resolutely, and be invincible!"

Morale is most important before departure.

With a rare smile, he said, "Go back to the dormitory in the afternoon to have a good rest, prepare well, gather at the playground in the evening, and set off for the border."

"Yes."

The night is gradually falling, and the dark clouds are extremely dense tonight, layers of dense clouds cover the moon, and the wind is also exceptionally strong, rustling the treetops and bending the grass.

The eight people on the playground wore uniform camouflage uniforms, a dark green tactical vest, dark green berets, heavy machine guns loaded with bullets, and black military shoes.

The look in the eyes is firm, dignified and holy that has never been seen before. There is a ray of excitement on the faces of the six recruits. It is the first time for them to wear this clothes. It is different from the usual training clothes. An indescribable sense of pride.

The palm of the hand holding the gun was densely packed with sweat, the heart was pounding, and the body stood up straighter.

Anxiety and excitement flooded my mind.

The evening wind blew their clothes, and they exuded the unique personality charm of special forces.

Jian Chengye sank into his dantian, and shouted: "Everyone has to turn left, walk in unison, the destination airport."

The voice was not angry but majestic, echoing in the empty playground.

In six hours, the plane successfully landed at the airport on the southwest border, took the truck that had already been prepared at the airport, and headed straight to the front line.

The town of Putiye in the flames of war was full of gunpowder and smoke. The eight people found a hidden location and inspected the surroundings to ensure safety. Jian Chengye closed the door and assigned tasks: "At present we can be sure that the hostages are being held in the Buddhist hall in Putiye Town, but we don't know where the hostages are. The specific location of the detention, Oleander and I understand the M language, let me and Oleander go in to find out the situation first, your sniper performance has been very stable during the silver shark and lobster training, the two of you set out first to occupy the gate of the Buddhist hall When we are in danger, we must be alert to enemy snipers/snipers at all times, and pay attention to safety."

Shen Yunfan and Sheng Yubai nodded.

Continued: "The remaining four people are distributed outside the gate, waiting for news and keeping in touch. Before we come out, we must not act rashly. I emphasize again that we must not act rashly without receiving an order. Do you hear me clearly?"

With one voice: "Listen clearly."

Jian Chengye: "Now check whether there is a signal on the respective communicators."

With one voice: "There is a signal."

Push open the door and set off separately. The guards inside and outside the Buddhist hall are very strict. A group of three patrols around the Buddhist hall. They walk lightly and sneak behind the three guards. Covering their mouths, the other hand quickly pulled out the dagger/knife at the waist, the sharp dagger/knife scratched their necks, and warm and bright red blood sprayed out.

Kill the three in one go, drag the corpses into the nearby ruins, quickly hide them, take off their clothes, dress up like them, and enter the Buddhist hall over the wall.

The Buddhist hall has three floors. The hall on the first floor is very empty, and there are many army green boxes on the right side against the wall, which is where they put the ammunition.

Straw mats and quilts were placed everywhere on the ground on the left, and some wounded were resting against the wall. They opened their eyes when they heard footsteps, touched the weapons beside them unconsciously, and looked at them vigilantly.

Fu Ze'an said in an authentic M-country accent: "I've been patrolling outside for hours, I'm exhausted, and I haven't found a single person. Come in and have a drink and rest for a while."

Seeing that they were their own people, the standard tone made them put away their doubts, and put down their guns one after another, continuing to do what they should do, ignoring their existence.

Fu Ze'an breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had successfully deceived them, he found a corner at random, pretended to have a tea break, and lowered his voice: "The hall on the first floor is the camp where they rest, and the hostages are not held here."

Jian Chengye held the tea in his left hand and pretended to drink tea, and gestured with his right hand in an invisible corner: "You go to the third floor, I will go to the third floor, and we will meet here in half an hour."

Fu Ze'an put down the tea, took advantage of no one's attention, gestured OK, walked lightly, and went upstairs.

After turning around each room, the two gathered downstairs after half an hour.

Jian Chengye: "What's the situation on the second floor? No suspicious room where the hostages were held was found on the third floor."

Fu Ze'an: "The situation on the second floor is the same. There is no suspicious room where the hostages are held. There may be a dark room or a basement. Let's search again carefully."

A rough young man with a sniper gun in his arms approached them silently. The scar on his face slid from his right eye to his left chin. The scar looked extremely terrifying, like a centipede lying on the ground. Face, which divides a face in two.

The two of them looked at each other when they heard the movement beside them, and quickly kept silent, discussing some irrelevant topics in the M country voice.

Fu Ze'an: "It's been a stalemate for a few days. Why doesn't President Xia let us enter the country? If this stalemate continues, I will collapse and can't stand it."

Jian Chengye: "I stay in the Buddhist hall every day, I can't eat or sleep well every day, I'm worried every day, I can't do what I want to do, I'm almost suffocated, you think President Xia won't care about the lives of 32 people , besiege us, then we will be finished."

This is what they speculate about the current state of Valer. A group of people who have committed various crimes in the past are now forced to live in a Buddhist hall, where ammunition and food are in short supply, and there are various pursuits outside. Their mood now It should be very anxious, worrying every day, on the verge of collapse.

Scarface listened to what they discussed verbatim.

Every night these days, he would think about these questions. When he opened his eyes every morning, he felt that he had made money, but he thought about it in his heart, and it was another matter to say it.

A face was pulled down completely, looking extremely ferocious, and asked in a deep voice: "What are you two sneaking around here whispering?"

The voice is extremely hoarse, like an 80-year-old man.

Jian Chengye and Fu Ze'an looked like they were caught doing something bad, they lowered their heads and dared not answer his question.

There was no reply for a long time, and he asked forcefully, "I'll ask you one last time, what are you muttering secretly here?"

Fu Ze'an smiled and said flatteringly, "Brother, the two of us didn't say anything."

Hearing the extremely perfunctory words, he snorted coldly: "Let me hear you disturbing the morale of the army behind your back again, be careful that I will shoot you dead!"

Fu Ze'an quickly nodded and replied: "Yes, yes, what brother said is true, we will never dare to talk nonsense behind our backs next time."

Dao Scarjian pursed his lips. Now is a special period, and it is understandable to have such thoughts in his heart. If someone dared to disturb the morale of the army like this in the past, he would have shot him to death.

But not now, because there is a shortage of people.

He said, "Why are you two still standing around here? Are you trying to be lazy? Get out and help."

Fu Ze'an: "I'm not being lazy, let's go right away, brother, don't be angry."

The two turned around and quickly entered and exited the hall together.

Jian Chengye: "Now let's go to the side hall nearby."

Fu Ze'an: "Yes."

The scar face inside had already remembered their faces and drove them out to work. If he went in at this moment, it would arouse his suspicion for a while, and the second scar face would think they were his own, and treat them both as his own. Those who disturb the morale of the army and are lazy will collapse on the spot to stabilize the morale of the army.

The hall on the east side was swaying here and there, and it was desolate. There was the sound of someone chanting Buddhist scriptures, carefully identifying the source of the sound, and it seemed to come from inside the hall.

The closer the sound is, the clearer it is:

Namo Harutana Duora Yeye Namo Ah Lam Yeva Lukadi Shuo Boraya Bodhisattva Poye Mahasattva Poye Mahakalunikayam...  

Jian Chengye: "There are people inside."

Fu Ze'an: "It should be that the abbot of the Buddhist hall was driven to the side hall by them."

Jian Chengye: "Let's go in."

Fu Ze'an: "Yes."

In the side hall, under the golden Tathagata Buddha statue, there is a monk in a yellow cassock kneeling, who is devoting himself to chanting sutras, completely unaware of their arrival.

Fu Ze'an coughed on purpose to get his attention.

Hearing the sound of coughing, the monk finished reading a sentence, turned around and looked at the two unfamiliar faces in front of him: "What are the two benefactors doing here?"

Jian Chengye didn't talk nonsense with him, and asked straight to the point: "Do you know where there is a dark room or a basement in the Buddhist hall?"

His eyes swept across his face sharply: "Tell me the truth, if you dare to lie to me, I will send you to hell right now."

The monk bowed his head and bowed: "Amitabha, goodness, goodness, there is a cellar in the north garden, and 32 benefactors from afar are locked in the cellar."

Jian Chengye: "How do you know they are locked in the cellar?"

The monk looked at the sky and sighed: "I was originally the abbot of the temple. That night a group of thieves broke in suddenly, killed all the monks in the temple, and robbed our residence. Jie, I ran into them two days ago and caught 32 people, they were not dressed like people from M country, they were more like people from Xia country, they were locked up in the cellar, I hope the two benefactors will rescue them and reduce the crime of the thieves."

Bowed deeply, continued to kneel under the Buddha, and then recited the Buddhist scriptures just now: Maha Galunikaya Om Sa Bo Luo Fei Yi Shu Ta Na Wu Xi Ji Li Yi Meng A La Ye...

Seeing this, the two stopped disturbing his chanting, and walked out of the side hall quickly, the sound of chanting gradually disappeared in their ears.

Fu Ze'an: "Are his words believable?"

Jian Chengye: "You can find out whether it is credible or not."