The savior saves himself.
Li Muye decisively ordered Zhang Jinliang to shoot and kill the commander of the camouflage soldier with a sniper rifle. Help Markov on the hillside to decompress by surrounding Wei and saving Zhao.
Zhang Jinliang raised his gun and shot without hesitation, and accurately hit the colonel commander in the crowd. After a shot, the brothers jumped off the tree tacitly and quickly moved to another location. As expected, the gunshots were loud, and there was a puff of bullets hitting the ground behind him.
"Separate guerrillas. It can be delayed for a while." Li Muye paused when he said that, and solemnly said: "Do everything to do with your destiny, don't force it. The premise of all actions is to save your own life."
Zhang Jinliang made a white statement and turned around and went into the old woods.
Li Muye carried a submachine gun, shuttled through the old forest at a spooky speed, shooting at the soldiers from time to time with a burst of fire. Almost every time a shot was fired, someone fell.
Although the soldiers lost their supreme commander, they only panicked for a moment. They quickly restored order and dispersed very well. They formed three teams in an orderly manner. One main force was responsible for continuing to attack the hillside. The other two teams with a small number of but fierce firepower were responsible for pursuing Li Muye and Zhang Jinliang. A soldier set up a rocket launcher, and Li Muye shot him sideways in time, hitting his forehead.
At the same time, the bazooka in the hands of another soldier was launched. Li Muye didn't dare to hesitate at all, leaping forward and jumping behind a huge boulder a few meters away. Turning around, he saw that the place where he was just now had been blown into a piece of scorched earth.
The booming explosion sounded endlessly, and Li Muye was holding a gun, flying like an arrow through the forest.
His complexion was like iron, and his heart beat like a drum.
This is war, and life and death can't be separated by a thin line. There is no so-called difference in status, only the difference in combat literacy.
The strong live, the weak die.
At this time, there were very few living people on the hillside. A white-haired and fat security guard was protecting Markov and retreating. He was already on the slope. Li Muye kept paying attention to the movement there, and saw this person at a glance. He seems to be quite young, with a middle-aged blessed physique, less than one meter and seven meters tall, but his movements are unbelievably fast. Although he uses a pistol, he is extremely accurate and kills when he raises his hand. Had it not been for his protection, Markov would have died long ago.
A commander shouted in Russian to command the soldiers to climb the hillside to continue the pursuit. At this time Zhang Jinliang's sniper rifle sounded, and the commander fell to the ground in response.
Li Muye caught the moment of the other party's panic and greeted Markov and Markov in Russian to run north. Seeing that the short middle-aged bodyguard carried Markov on his back and moved here quickly like a cannonball, Li Muye also turned around without hesitation and sent a retreat signal to Zhang Jinliang.
"Mr. Markov." In order to avoid misunderstanding, Li Muye greeted first: "I am Li Muye, I am here to help you."
The short middle-aged man said humanely: "I don't have time to be wordy, go quickly, let go of the chasing soldiers before talking."
The two walked north side by side. The short man was still carrying a two hundred catties fat man in his middle age. He shuttled through the old woods at no more speed than Li Muye, who has always been known for speed. The mountains are high and the forests are dense. Soon the chasing soldiers were temporarily thrown away. There were intensive footsteps in front, and the middle-aged man immediately carried a gun in his hand. Li Muye hurriedly said: "Don't get me wrong, this is my person to take it up."
Old Cui's huge body was the first to appear in his sight, followed by the crowd of Ding Xiong mercenaries.
Li Muye raised his voice and asked, "Where is Xu Jiwei?"
The old squad leader came out more and more, saying: "Boss, I am here."
Li Muye said: "Take fifty people to meet Zhang Jinliang in the southwest. He just deliberately fell behind to attract firepower, so we have the opportunity to throw off the chasing soldiers." Then he said to Lao Cui: "You take the other people and arrange an ambush in place. Position, let's take advantage of their underestimation of our firepower, based on an unstable opportunity to hit the other side in an ambush before leaving."
Then he said: "If you can't beat it, just run, take advantage of your strong jungle combat ability to fight guerrilla with them, think about the sable bear last night, don’t do it arrogantly and don’t talk, remember, I want these mercenaries from the sable bear. All of my brothers are alive, and if one is missing, I will ask you."
After making these decisions in a hurry, Li Muye had no time to analyze the pros and cons carefully, and immediately said to Markov in Russian: "Your Excellency, and this gentleman, please continue to follow me to the northwest."
"Why go northwest?" the middle-aged hostage asked.
"This is a trap. The other party has already set up a net for the sky and the earth, just waiting for us to drill in when we are eager to go down the mountain." Li Muye made a decisive judgment and said: "There is a camp in the northwest, surrounded by traps for hunters. We can be there. Take a break for a while, and then study the next step, my people will take the chasing away."
What else the middle-aged man wanted to say, Markov said: "Vasily, don't say it, this Mr. Li is a friend of the Russians and can be trusted."
It turned out that he was also called Vasily, which is considered a very popular name in Russia.
"Mr. Chairman is injured. First aid is needed." Vasily reminded: "We must find a place to help him deal with the wound as soon as possible."
According to Li Muye's intention, the three people continued to run into the mountains in the northwest. Gunshots resounded from behind.
Three hours later, in the hunters' camp, Li Muye used a first aid kit to help Markov simply deal with the gunshot wound on his abdomen.
The bullet penetrated his special hunting suit with a certain bulletproof effect and caused great damage to his waist. As long as it is handled properly, it will not kill him.
"Mr. Chairman, you need to be patient." Li Muye started stitching for him.
Markov gritted his teeth and nodded, saying that there is no problem, and said, "Dear Li, how can I thank you? Last time you helped my brother, and this time you saved me. You really deserve to be a good friend of the Russians."
Li Muye said: "Your Excellency, you don’t need to say any polite remarks. I now know that this is a conspiracy against you and me. Someone wants to keep you here forever, but I was tricked into playing here by this person. Killed your scapegoat."
"Liusinski this poisonous snake!" Markov gritted his teeth: "He has gone completely mad in order to sit as the governor of the central bank."
A lunatic would not set up such a detailed and vicious trap, and Liusinski is worthy of a generation of heroes.
Li Muye quickly completed the stitching and began to bandage him with gauze, saying: "Your Excellency, please rest assured, my Cui's security will definitely find a way to protect you back to Moscow safely."
"Cui's security?" Markov asked in surprise: "When did you start this kind of business?"
Li Muye lowered his head to check the guns and ammunition, deliberately not to look at Markov, and said: "Rather than caring about why I am interested in the security business now, you should care about how this hurdle is passed?"
Vasily said in a deep voice: "The team just now had about two hundred and thirty people. The German equipment was used as the main combat weapon. The weapons were sophisticated, and the individual combat literacy was at the tenth level. The same number of Alpha squads may not be among them. Opponents, if they command properly, have a chance to drag down or even eliminate those chasing troops."
"You're a god!" Li Muye looked at this obscure, unremarkable fat man in surprise, and asked, "How did you find it?"
Markov introduced: "Vasily is the former Alpha tactics and fighting chief instructor."
Vasily said: "Gunshots, footsteps... With your physical strength, if you use your heart, you will have a chance to hear a lot of things."
Li Muye waved his hand uninterestedly, and said, "Forget it, I have too many things to worry about."
The sound of gunshots in the distance was heard from time to time. Vasily listened carefully for a while and said: "Your tactical commander is an amazing professional soldier. They are fighting guerrillas with two regiments in the south, and they have deviated from each other. We have no problem with the correct tracking direction for the time being."
Li Muye said: "Their task is not just to run around with those people."
Vasily nodded and said, "They adopted a tactical intrusion strategy, with about ten people as a separate combat unit. With their superior jungle mobility and equipment advantages, they caused a lot of trouble for the pursuit of troops. The most important thing is. It's a big problem with the command system of the chasing troops."
"Your ears are more useful than satellite live broadcasting." Li Muye said with admiration.
Vasily said: "Calm down, everyone can listen to the sound of everything."
This sentence reminded Li Muye of Anasayev. Maybe the world in the eyes of the strong is really different from what we see and hear
Markov groaned in pain. Although the wound had been treated, it was still very serious for an old man his age. He is also a tough guy, and has been enduring great pain.
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Vasily knew that if the pain hadn't reached a certain level, this gentleman from military background would not hum. He couldn't help asking with concern: "Your Excellency, how do you feel?"
Markov shook his head slightly and said: "My dearest brother Vasily, I seem to have heard the call of God."
"No, it won't." Markov said: "If God really wants to call you, he won't let Mr. Li appear in time to save us, Mano, my good brother, please, please don't give up Own, believe me, we must be able to return to Moscow alive, and you have to celebrate little Lucia's sixteenth birthday."
Mano is the abbreviation of Markov's name, usually only called by the closest family members.
Markov said: "Dear little brother Vasily, I'm tired."
Li Muye said: "If you are tired, take a good night's sleep, Chairman, even if it's just for your enemy, you have to live!"
Markov smiled bitterly: "The strength of the enemy and ours is very different. There is no time to rest. The beast of Liusinski will not let me go."
In this desperate situation, once a person's spiritual will relaxes, it is difficult to lift it up again. Li Muye realized that he couldn't let the situation worsen, and decisively pressed his hand on the back of Markov's neck. With a slight squeeze, Markov fell asleep.
Vasily watched silently from the side, without making any expressions. Obviously he knew Li Muye's intentions.
"He must live!" Li Muye said firmly: "He has lost too much blood and is old. Under this environment, it is almost impossible to recover from his injuries. He must be sent out of the mountain as soon as possible."
Vasily sighed: "My biggest worry is that he won't last until then. He has diabetes and hasn't eaten for more than eight hours."
Li Muye said, "He can't eat food for him in this state." As he said, he slurped a sip of water, then took out his hunting knife, cut a hole in his wrist, and gave him blood. The son popped out and squeezed Markov's mouth without hesitation. (End of this chapter)