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Two soldiers walked out of the barracks cautiously.
One person's gun is always pointed at Zhang Feng, who is Chi Guoguo. As long as he makes the slightest move, he will pull the trigger without hesitation.
The other person was looking around vigilantly to prevent the person who rashly attacked the military restricted area from having other accomplices.
The cold north wind rolled over Zhang Feng's skin, causing his skin to turn a sickly red color.
The legs bent and tightened unconsciously, and Zhang Feng finally realized what it felt like when the wind blew his balls cold.
The two soldiers came over quickly. One of them walked around behind Zhang Feng and put the muzzle of his gun on his back. Then he nodded to the other one, who quickly moved towards the unconscious sentry at the sentry post.
When the temperature is close to minus 30 degrees outside, it won't take long for it to freeze into ice.
"Go slowly. If you make any rash move, I will beat you to death without hesitation!" The soldier behind him stabbed Zhang Feng in the back of the heart with a hard muzzle, causing him to stagger.
The soles of my feet stepped on the snow, and with every step I took, the ice felt like a sting of needles.
He walked into the barracks step by step. The fire was burning brightly, but the room that was supposed to be warm was now bone-chilling because of the intrusion from the north.
There were four other fully armed soldiers in the room, all holding assault rifles in their hands. They all looked wary when they saw Zhang Feng walking in.
Zhang Feng, who was obviously unarmed and even naked, still couldn't make them relax.
For them, being selected to garrison this military restricted area is a glorious and arduous task.
This is an affirmation for them that only the best special forces of the Northeast Military Region can garrison here. But it is also a kind of suffering. Glorious means sacrifice, and difficult means long!
Year after year, apart from their comrades in the same class, they no longer knew any outsiders.
"Squad leader? How to deal with it?" one of the soldiers said.
"Tie them up. We have already reported to the superiors. It is estimated that the troops will arrive in twenty minutes!" the squad leader said coldly.
Zhang Feng's hands and feet were tied to the bed frame of the bunk bed and he stood barefoot on the ground, making him constantly change his feet.
The sentry who was knocked unconscious by him
He was also carried in and fell on the bed.
Several other soldiers used plastic sheets to cover the broken glass for easier shooting, and finally blocked the whistling north wind.
The squad leader took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it himself, and threw the rest to the other soldiers.
Zhang Feng licked his lips and said: "Well, brothers, you see I am not a threat to you at all in my current appearance. Why don't you give me a cigarette too?"
While speaking, Zhang Feng's wrist-bound hands were slightly opened, holding the knife in his mouth between his fingers.
The sharp blade slowly cut the rope. He moved very gently, fearing that he would make a little noise and alert the soldiers in the room. At the same time, he had to speak to divert the other party's attention.
"Okay, you said you did something bad and insisted on breaking in here. Oh, let's wait until the military court." A soldier sighed, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into Zhang Feng's mouth. Take out the lighter and light it.
"Why don't I usually see you talking so much nonsense?" the squad leader glared at the soldier and said.
"Monitor, tell me, I usually have something to talk about with you guys. I fart, and you, monitor, can guess what it smells like when you hear the fart. Is that interesting? It's not easy to meet a new face now, why don't you let me Have a great time," the soldier said with a bitter look on his face.
"Hey, you should know what to say and what not to say!" The squad leader sighed and agreed.
The soldier nodded quickly and said, "Squad leader, don't worry, we have all signed confidentiality agreements."
He excitedly turned his head and looked at Zhang Feng and said, "Brother, come and tell me, why did you come to us? Money?"
The coldness of the cement floor made Zhang Feng keep changing his feet. The soles of his feet were already purple-red and slightly frostbitten.
He grinned and said: "Brother, can I still run like this? Even if I run outside, I will freeze to death. Can you get me a pair of shoes, otherwise my feet will be useless?"
"Damn, why didn't you think about the consequences before you did this? I really didn't realize that your little brat actually knocked out our sentries." The soldier said with a smile, but he had no intention of getting Zhang Feng's shoes.
He thought to himself: If the sentry is really an enemy, I can kill him directly with one knife, and I can still let him
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But there was no expression on his face, still with a look of pain, and he said: "Brother, you are abusing prisoners now, do you know? It is expressly prohibited by the Geneva Convention!"
There was a slight hesitation on the soldier's face, and he turned to look at the squad leader, who nodded.
The soldier took a pair of military boots with displeasure, squatted down and slowly untied the rope that tied Zhang Feng's ankles, and muttered: "You just met our Chinese People's Liberation Army, otherwise I can also give you shoes to wear.”
"Yes Yes Yes!"
Zhang Feng nodded and said. The moment the rope was untied, his feet were freed from the restraints, and the pain on his face immediately disappeared.
The sole of his foot suddenly whipped up and hit the soldier's face directly. The soldier flew out like a torn sack with blood flowing from his nostrils, and fell on his back to the ground and passed out.
The squad leader reacted very quickly, and his expression suddenly changed. The moment Zhang Feng took action, he grabbed the assault rifle that was lying next to him.
Zhang Feng had already cut the rope binding his wrists with the knife between his fingers. Seeing the squad leader's actions, Zhang Feng suddenly spit out, and the burning scarlet cigarette butt in his mouth flew towards the squad leader's eyes. .
The squad leader had no intention of dodging. He quickly held the gun and pulled the trigger. Bang.
Zhang Feng's pupils shrank into needle rays, and his body suddenly jumped towards the warrior rushing towards him.
The bullet grazed Zhang Feng's arm, leaving a trail of blood on his upper arm.
There was no time to take care of his own injuries. His thrown body collided hard with the warrior, and his elbow hit the warrior's chin hard.
The soldier's body suddenly softened, his eyes rolled up, and he fell backwards unconscious.
A thorn in the back, like being stared at by a poisonous snake, suddenly hit his heart. Zhang Feng had no time to look back. He knew that the squad leader's gun was locked on him again.
Both hands grabbed the shoulders of the unconscious warrior who had fallen backward in front of him, and threw him backwards in a daze.
The squad leader was about to fire the bullet when he saw the body of his squad soldier rushing toward him.
Next to him was a burning red stove. If he avoided it, he would fall on the stove.
He could only give up shooting at Zhang Feng and help the soldiers who rushed towards him.