A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 224 Ambush in the Mountain Jungle

In the eerily quiet mountain forest, an indescribable tension permeated the air.

The air around us seemed to be frozen by an invisible force, with only the occasional chirping of birds.

Wu Zhe crouched down behind a thick tree, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the sniper rifle in his hands.

The gun felt somewhat unfamiliar in his hands. His eyes were fixed on the weapon, and he muttered to himself, "Where did these caravans get their heavy firepower from? Does that mean they sell machine guns at street stalls? Or maybe they even have grenade launchers on supermarket shelves? Maybe they'll even have a discount sale?"

His tone was slightly teasing, an attempt to ease his inner tension, but his slightly trembling voice betrayed his true emotions.

Qi Huan was squatting not far from him. Upon hearing these words, his brows furrowed instantly, and he glared at him fiercely, lowering his voice to scold, "What nonsense are you spouting here? Shut up!"

Wu Zhe quickly lowered his head, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, and explained in a low voice, "I was too nervous, and when I'm nervous, I can't help but talk too much."

However, his teammates around him had no time to pay attention to his explanation.

Everyone was intently focused on their scopes, their eyes revealing an almost fanatical concentration and vigilance.

Their target was the caravan of mules that was slowly making its way ahead.

Wu Zhe's breathing became rapid and heavy, he gasped for breath, as if each breath was draining his strength.

He tried to calm his nerves by taking deep breaths, but his chest heaving violently wouldn't calm down.

Wu Liuyi's forehead was already covered with a dense layer of sweat, and the large beads of sweat rolled down his bronze cheeks, dripped onto the ground, and disappeared instantly.

His eyes were glued to the scope, not blinking.

Feng Yuxiu kept his left eye closed, while his right eye, sharp as a hawk's, scanned the crowd.

Finally, his aim settled on the young man leading the way at the front, whose youthful face carried a hint of ruthlessness and numbness.

"One kilometer away!" The observer's voice came through the walkie-talkie clearly, sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet mountain forest.

"Eight hundred meters away!"

"500 meters away!"

As the observers reported, the caravan drew ever closer to the border, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

Yuan Lang slowly picked up the microphone and lowered his voice, saying, "Base, Lin Xiao has entered the nest, hunters are in position. As soon as they cross the line, we can annihilate them within three minutes!"

Old A's rapid-fire ability is terrifying, and their burst fire accuracy is extremely high. At such a distance, those caravan members are like lambs to the slaughter, unable to escape the effective firing range of the sniper rifles.

Yuan Lang glanced at the team members waiting for orders in the distance. The recruits' faces were full of tension. They kept pursing their lips, and their eyes revealed a hint of unease.

The veterans, on the other hand, remained expressionless, their eyes cold and resolute, their right index fingers lightly resting on the trigger, ready to face the impending battle at any moment.

However, a few seconds later, the base's voice suddenly came through the microphone: "Base notification: given the diverse nationalities of the caravan members, in order to avoid escalating the situation, try to capture them. Moreover, this is a sensitive border area, so try to minimize firing."

Yuan Lang gritted his teeth, about to say something, when he was interrupted by a voice from the base: "Follow orders!"

Yuan Lang took a deep breath, suppressing his dissatisfaction and doubt, and pressed the communication channel, saying, "Attention everyone, to avoid international conflict, try not to fire... Xu Sanduo, put away the 40mm gun!!!!"

Yuan Lang was speaking when he suddenly noticed Feng Yuxiu pull out 40 firearms from his back and was about to aim at the center target.

Feng Yuxiu noticed Yuan Lang's gaze, slowly lowered the cannon barrel, and said expressionlessly, "Report, I'm measuring the distance."

"Put away your weapons and do not fire unless absolutely necessary to avoid any disputes. Instead, conduct a mountain capture operation," Yuan Lang emphasized again.

Just as Yuan Lang was speaking, the caravan finally crossed the border.

The previously relaxed caravan members instantly stopped in their tracks, each one as if facing a formidable enemy, gripping their weapons tightly and scanning their surroundings warily with machine guns at the ready.

A man who appeared to be the leader roared fiercely, "Don't fire indiscriminately! Be alert! Don't reveal your position; we've already entered our territory!" "Spread out! Observe your surroundings carefully, and report any danger immediately!" With the leader's command, the caravan members scattered and moved forward cautiously.

Suddenly, a bird call came from afar.

The sound was particularly abrupt in the silent mountain forest, and the caravan members squatted down, nervously looking in the direction from which the sound came.

They knew perfectly well that the regular army relied not only on advanced equipment, but also on their individual combat capabilities, which far surpassed their own.

Although these members of the caravan were all desperate criminals, to put it bluntly, they were just more ruthless and fearless than ordinary people.

They have no chance of winning if they encounter a regular army.

Just then, the surrounding trees began to sway gently.

A member of the caravan walking at the edge of the group was suddenly covered in the mouth by a pair of strong hands. Before he could react, a hand chop struck his neck hard.

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his body went limp, and he fainted.

Immediately afterwards, his body was quickly dragged into the depths of the forest, as if he had never been there.

The caravan continued to move slowly forward, completely unaware that the number of people behind them had decreased.

They believed they had come in from outside the border, so they felt safe behind them.

The hundred or so people were scattered throughout this forest, which was even denser than the Amazon rainforest. Due to limited visibility, they could not fully keep an eye on each other.

Just as Yuan Lang had predicted, although these mule caravan members were numerous, they were no different from ordinary people when faced with well-trained special forces.

"We've spotted them. There's a patrol ahead. We'll just follow them. We'll get around this area soon. Border patrols are normal," the leader said in a low voice, barely suppressing his excitement.

"Follow them? Isn't that suicide?" a member of the caravan asked with a worried expression.

"Are you fucking out of your mind? They won't be patrolling that route again anytime soon. Just follow them and you'll be safe," the leader cursed impatiently.

At this moment, Old A had already quietly infiltrated, while the border patrols continued their patrols along their usual routes.

Wu Zhe hid behind a large tree, his eyes fixed on the caravan members ahead.

He saw a member of the caravan walking towards him, his steps somewhat unsteady, and a hint of tension in his eyes.

Wu Zhe took a deep breath, gripped the dagger in his hand, and prepared to strike at any moment.

Just as the caravan member was about to reach him, Wu Zhe suddenly lunged forward and pressed a dagger against his neck.

The caravan member's eyes widened, and he was about to shout when Wu Zhe covered his mouth with his hand and whispered, "Don't make a sound, or you're dead!"

Meanwhile, Wu Liuyi is also secretly getting close to a member of a caravan.

He approached his target silently, like a cheetah.

When he was only a few steps away from the caravan member, he suddenly leaped up, grabbed the caravan member's shoulders with both hands, and twisted them forcefully, causing the caravan member to fall to the ground, unable to resist.

Wu Liuyi quickly tied him up with a rope and then hid in the bushes nearby.

Feng Yuxiu chose a more secluded spot. He lay on the ground, his eyes peering through the grass, observing the every move of the caravan members.

He quietly circled behind the caravan member, then suddenly leaped up and chopped him in the neck with a hand chop.

Before the caravan member could utter a sound, he collapsed to the ground.

(End of this chapter)