I don't know how long it took, Zi Yang woke up in a daze, and found himself lying on the ground with his hands tightly behind his back.
"Are you okay?" Brother Xiaosha sat beside him with a frown.
"Fuck, you were also caught!" Zi Yang turned his head, feeling a burning pain in the back of his head, he should have been kicked.
Brother Xiaosha saw him lying awkwardly on the ground, so he quickly moved over with his squat and helped him up with his shoulders.
Zi Yang looked at Brother Xiao Shao, and sighed when he saw that his hands were tied behind him by plastic restraints. Looking around, they sat on the grass with me and Brother Xiaosha. The one who knocked him out was gone.
"Huh? What about people?"
"Shhh, keep your voice down, they are nearby." Xiaosha said in a low voice.
"What are they doing?" Zi Yang wondered. I thought I would be tortured when I woke up, but I didn't expect people to tie him up like a dog.
"They are waiting for us to lead people over!" Brother Xiao Shao looked around in horror, quietly said: "We are the bait."
"Fuck, I remembered, you got me off! You, you fucking!" Zi Yang scolded angrily.
He finally understood that Xiaosha had already known that there was a trap there. No wonder Brother Xiao Shao's face was so weird when he ran over.
"I, I can't help it, they keep beating me and threatening me to chop off my leg..." Brother Xiao Shao said with a sad face. Seeing his blue nose and swollen face, it can be seen that he was beaten frequently.
"Do you think they won't cut you down now?" Zi Yang gritted his teeth and groaned: "It's fine now, I'm also caught, see who else can come to rescue you!"
If Brother Xiao Sha warned him earlier, although there is a high possibility that he would still be caught, at least there is still a chance to be caught so embarrassed—but that doesn't matter, Brother Xiao Sha has to carry the pot on his back anyway.
"Do you know who they are? They are mercenaries! Professional killers! Do you want to live if you fall into their hands?" Zi Yang half-truth scared Brother Xiaosha.
"Ah? Then, what should I do now?" Brother Xiaosha flattened, almost crying.
"What to do? Cold! Who made you run out alone!" Zi Yang said angrily.
At this time, there was a rustling sound in the grass next to it, and two little men in camouflage uniforms came out. Walking one after the other, squatting down beside the two of them, looking at them coldly.
Brother Xiaosha was so scared that he dared not make direct contact with their eyes, and stared at the ground shaking with his neck.
Zi Yang was rather arrogant, looking at each other with his neck up.
One of the guys with two moustaches approached Zi Yang and looked him up and down a few times, a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his hand lifted—
"Don't hit me! Don't hit me! What do you want to know? I said it all!" Zi Yang shouted preemptively.
The two little guys glanced at each other, but they didn't expect that this guy looked fierce just now. He turned out to be strong outsiders.
The mustache drew out a scimitar and gestured to Zi Yang's ear: "If you know each other, how many people are there in the village?"
"Well, there is a team of special forces, two snipers, and a machine gun company..." Zi Yang said nonsense.
"Fuck you!" The mustache slashed Zi Yang's shoulder with the back of a knife, grinning in pain.
"You have a total of six little B boys, two women and four men. What kind of machine gun connection is there with Lao Tzu..." This Gurkha mercenary is very fluent in Chinese, and it seems that he has been in the country for a long time.
Hearing what he said, Zi Yang was shocked. Sure enough, these people were following them. He had found out the composition of his side, but he didn't seem to know that Jin Guoqiang and Wang Juan were also here.
"Since you know our details, why don't you go in and catch it? Still spending so much to do traps here!?" Zi Yang looked at the mercenary and said defiantly.
"I don't want to go in and I'm not afraid of you, fuck!" Moustache was very grumpy, and kicked Zi Yang as he said.
"Then what are you afraid of?" Unknowingly, Zi Yang and the mercenary changed their identities and began to interrogate him.
"Does it need you to control?!" Another mercenary saw his moustache in a few strokes, and was immediately interrupted by Zi Yang. He came over with a big slap and slapped Zi Yang in the face of Venus. The mouth was bleeding.
"Don't talk to him! According to the information, this kid is very ghost, be careful to get caught by him!" The mercenary has a dark face, and his eyes and mouth are protruding like catfish. This image looks like a character from an anime. , Seeing a kind of inexplicable joy.
"Hey, brother, we have something to say, can we untie my hand first?" Zi Yang said grinning, with a pained expression on his face. This is not artificial, it is indeed painful.
The plastic restraint bands they use to bind people are more torturous than handcuffs. They are thin and tough, tightly squeezed into the flesh. These two mercenaries were not human, but tied his two thumbs. This torture has deepened a bit-don't look at just a plastic band, unless you break your thumbs if you want to break free.
As the saying goes, ten fingers connect to the heart, and Zi Yang's arm is a little harder, and the joints of his thumb feel painful. He was really worried that he accidentally broke his bones.
The moustache walked over with a grinning smile: "You have the ability to draw the remaining few people over, and I'll untie it for you."
"I'm not capable, you should tie me up." Zi Yang sighed and gave up the struggle.
The two mercenaries didn't come to torture him. Yupaoyan raised his hand to look at his watch, whispering a few words to Mustache, Mustache nodded, kicked Zi Yang and Brother Xiaosha: "Get up, Follow us!"
Yu Paoyan led the way, Moustache was behind the hall, Zi Yang and Xiao Shao were caught in the middle.
"You two should be acquainted and obedient, otherwise, I will cut off a part of your body with one knife!" said the mustache skillfully brandishing a scimitar.
"Don't worry, we are absolutely obedient. I am most afraid of death." Zi Yang nodded and said with a bow. "By the way, how do you call the two strong men?"
"My name is Sharma, and his name is Barma." Moustache said casually.
Yu Paoyan turned his head and said a few words sternly, the mustache quickly closed his mouth, kicked Zi Yangyun hard, and said fiercely: "Shut up, go away, where is so much nonsense!"
Zi Yang staggered and rushed forward a few steps, thinking to himself: This moustache is upright and looks like a character who can break through. It's just that this fish blistering eyes are always gloomy, very alert and difficult to handle.
After walking for about half an hour, Zi Yang deliberately slowed down, leaning close to the mustache and quietly said: "Brother Sharma, where are we going?"
"Meet with other teams," Moustache said dully, and pushed him again.
Other teams? Zi Yang sounded big, if only the two Gurkha mercenaries in front of him, then he might be able to escape by trickery. But if there are more people on the other side, it is really bad luck.
Now he can only count on Xiao Hei and Jin Guoqiang. But if the opponent has a large number of people, neither Jin Guoqiang nor Xiao Hei may be sure to save them. These well-trained professional mercenaries are not as easy to deal with as the mobs under Li Tianming.
Fortunately, these Gurkha mercenaries are just laying traps on the periphery. They seem to be particularly afraid of entering Qinhan Village. In this way, at least Su Rui in the village is safe.
A group of four walked through the woods for a long time, seeing the sky getting darker, and it was almost dusk, Zi Yang couldn't help feeling anxious. If Lao Wang, the stunned youth, sees that they haven't returned for a long time and rushes out of the village to look for it, then it is really going to be taken in a pot.
At this moment, a few crisp shots suddenly sounded in the distant forest. Sharma and Balma crouched in the grass swiftly. Sharma took out a Beretta M92 pistol and patrolled the forest with vigilant eyes.
Yu Paoyan took out a walkie-talkie from his arms, whispered a few words, and the same voice came from the walkie-talkie.
Zi Yang said to Sharma next to him in confusion: "What's the matter? Are our people shooting?"
At some point, Zi Yang had already consciously sided with Sharma, almost becoming a brother.
Sharma nodded, "It was our guy who shot and met the tricky guy."
There was ecstasy in Zi Yang's heart, but his face calmly said, "Yes, I understand, ordinary troublesome brothers can be solved with a knife, and all the shots show that the situation is very serious."
At this time, Yu Paoyan turned around and said a few words, Sharma pushed Zi Yang and said: "Get up! Hurry up and keep up, we are going to support."
Zi Yang got up and ran for two steps, and suddenly fell down and sat on the ground, yelling "Ouch" and "Ouch" in his mouth. Brother Xiaosha looked at him nervously: "What's wrong with you Ziyang? Ziyang, are you injured?"
"Yeah, my foot seems to be twisted, what should I do if I can't run?" Zi Yang yelled in pain while lying on the ground, looking badly injured, almost rolling all over.
Yubuyan turned around, drew a shimmering dogleg scimitar from his waist, and said coldly: "If you can't keep up with us, I'll cut you off!"
Zi Yang looked at the fierce eyes of Yubucha, knowing that he was not scaring himself.
"Huh! It doesn't seem to hurt anymore!" Zi Yang got up. He said sincerely, "Brother, I can hold on for a while."
Yubuoyao gave him a fierce look, inserted the scimitar back to his waist, and took the lead to run to the place where the gunfire came from.
Without Zi Yang's deliberate delay, the four of them moved quickly, and soon they rushed to a mountain beam, and gunfire came from the col below.
Yubuoying turned his head to signal that everyone was hiding, Zi Yang stretched his head and looked, and could vaguely see that in a flat woodland below, several Gurkha mercenaries who also wore camouflage uniforms were shooting in one direction.
The direction of their attack was a towering tree whose feet were as thick as three people's arms. The roots of the tree at the bottom were raised, and a large hole was decayed in the middle of the trunk. Someone was hiding in the hole to fight back with a pistol.
After looking at Zi Yang for a while, he understood that the three Gurkha mercenaries below occupied three positions and surrounded the big tree.
The people in the tree hole used natural barriers to avoid the attack of the three, and occasionally returned two shots to prevent others from shifting behind him.
Balma saw at a glance that although the following was three-on-one, the battle was at a stalemate. Although the three companions occupied three positions, they did not gain an advantage.
The only weakness of the person in the tree hole is behind, but he used favorable terrain to restrict the movement of the three Gurkha mercenaries. Every time the opponent tried to shift to his weak side, the person in the tree hole suppressed with a shot. And his shooting skills were amazing. A Gurkha mercenary ventured out from behind the tree. He was shot by two shots. One bullet hit the thigh. The shot Gurkha mercenary had to climb back behind the tree. , Cursing and shooting at the tree hole.
All three people's bullets hit the roots of the tree and the thick trunk. After he succeeded, he shrank in the tree hole to observe calmly, but he didn't rush back. He seemed to be saving bullets.
After Parma saw the situation clearly, he confessed to Sharma, leaning over the cat's waist and rounding around behind the tree hole.
Zi Yang looked at his mustache: "Aren't you going to help your brother?"
Sharma shook his head: "I am here looking at you."
Sharma turned on the intercom. Several people were exchanging information in Nepali. Zi Yang looked at him with a gloomy expression and asked softly, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Huh, Budjaya is dead! That person sneaked on us, killed Boudjaya and snatched his equipment." Sharma said angrily.
"Who? So mean!" Zi Yang asked tentatively.
Sharma stopped answering him, frowning as he listened to the communication between his teammates on the walkie-talkie.
Zi Yang took a look at Brother Xiao Shao, and motioned with the scimitar on Sharma's waist—this might be their best chance for a sneak attack.
Brother Xiaosha shook his head bitterly.
Too dangerous! Both of them were tied up with their thumbs by the plastic restraint straps, and their combat effectiveness was basically zero. In front of this well-trained professional killer, they were almost like two pigs, and impulse could only bring them annihilation.
Zi Yang sighed, seeing that Yu Paoyan was behind the man in the tree hole under the cover of his teammates. The four people formed an encirclement, and the only way for the people inside to escape was also blocked.
Under the suppression of the firepower of the four people, that person could no longer probe out, but frightened by his precise marksmanship, Balma and the others did not dare to encircle him rashly.
"Good! You are already surrounded, put down your weapons and surrender, we will let you die!" Yupaoyan Balma roared with his throat.
"Listen well, you bastards, I have surrounded you, let down your weapons and surrender if you are acquainted, and I will spare you not to die!" Jin Guoqiang's vigorous voice came from the tree hole.