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

Chapter 225 Full-scale Encirclement and Suppression
The members of the caravan were a group of inhuman people who only cared about their own interests.

"Boss, I'm a little nervous, I need to poop," a member of the caravan said, clutching his stomach.

"What the hell are you doing taking a shit at this hour? Hurry up and stop dawdling," the leader yelled.

The caravan member didn't care about anything else; he pulled down his pants and started defecating on the spot, saying, "You guys go first, I'll come back after I'm done. My stomach hurts terribly."

The caravan continued onward, while the member who had defecated closed his eyes, fully enjoying the moment of comfort.

However, the next second, a gun butt slammed into his forehead.

He felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, his body swayed, and he fell to the ground, his face landing squarely on the excrement he had just produced.

Feng Yuxiu frowned, raised his foot, and kicked him hard, knocking him unconscious.

The mule caravan member at the back of the group was sweating profusely. He felt uneasy and kept looking back, only to find that his companions had not caught up.

In his panic, he stepped on the heel of the person in front of him.

“FUCK!” A member of a white South American caravan turned around and cursed angrily.

"Brother, it seems our men haven't caught up." The caravan member's voice trembled, filled with fear.

"What's all the noise about? Have you ever walked this mountain path? It's normal for two or three people to fall behind. We came in from the border, do you think there are any people behind us?" a member of the caravan with a Vietnamese accent sneered.

Faced with enormous profits, they have long lost their rationality, with only money in their eyes.

Most of the caravan members were illiterate and incapable of critical thinking. Moreover, most of them were newly recruited, and they were filled with nothing but tension, helplessly following the main group forward.

"You stand here and wait until they all come up before you follow!" the leader ordered.

The caravan member, his face covered in sweat, gripped the machine gun tightly, not daring to disobey orders, and could only stand there.

He knew in his heart that if he disobeyed orders, he would face cruel punishment when he returned; cutting off his hands and feet would be the least of his worries.

As the caravan moved forward, the distance between the members of the surrounding horse caravan grew wider and wider, and the distant forest appeared even denser and more gloomy.

The leader suddenly stopped, sensing something was amiss.

There was no clear path in the jungle ahead; they had to force their way through the bushes to continue.

Just then, a flock of birds suddenly flew up from the distant forest.

The leader paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face. He gave a greeting and led the way down the path.

In his view, it didn't matter if there were fewer people; it would be best if half of them died, so that he could get more when it came time to divide the spoils.

However, he wasn't a stupid person, and suddenly he said something into the walkie-talkie next to his ear.

A few seconds later, his face turned deathly pale, and sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall.

"But..." His voice trembled, as if he were arguing with the person on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

A few seconds later, a ferocious and perverted expression appeared on his face. He slowly turned around and looked at the members following behind him.

"Everyone, come this way!!!" He shouted loudly, completely unconcerned about revealing his location.

Half a minute later, when he saw the person in front of him, he suddenly burst into a ferocious laugh, swiftly pulled out a machine gun, and roared, "Ambush!!! Everyone prepare for battle!!!"

The shout echoed through the mountains like thunder, and the cry of "Ambush!!!" quickly spread throughout the surrounding area.

The members turned their guns around, aiming them in all directions, their faces showing a mixture of fear and madness.

Yuan Lang stood at a distance on the hillside, his brows furrowed tightly.

He wondered why the caravan members had discovered the attack, which he had launched so silently. The caravan members were so far apart that it was impossible for them to suddenly notice anything amiss.

Moreover, as far as he knew, these caravan members did not have walkie-talkies in their ears.

"Captain, the caravan seems to have discovered us, making our infiltration and capture operation impossible. What should we do next?" Qi Huan's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Yuan Lang decisively said, "Spread out and surround them from all sides. These people are like targets now. If they resist, open fire on my command!"

Upon hearing the order, Feng Yuxiu turned and left without hesitation, quickly finding an excellent position behind the group of caravan members. He then pulled out his sniper rifle and began to aim.

The other members of Team A also sprang into action, each taking their assigned positions, ready to face the impending battle.

Given their ability to fire in short bursts, this group of horsemen would all be wiped out in less than a minute.

The leader was terrified. He hid behind a tree, looking around in disbelief.

However, he did not find any unusual figures in the area he was looking at.

But the information he received was absolutely true, so he dared not be careless in the slightest.

So he grabbed one of his henchmen and pulled him in front of him, shouting loudly, "Come out! I know you're here! My grandfather was Chinese too, so we can talk things out."

After shouting, he carefully lowered his voice and said to his underling, "Get the rocket launchers ready. If you spot anything amiss, fire immediately. As long as we can turn back, we still have a chance... Don't fucking shake!!!"

Yuan Lang aimed his sniper rifle ahead and whispered into the walkie-talkie, "Don't reveal your positions. They're testing us. If they're captured, they'll all face the death penalty. They're not going to actually negotiate with us." Time ticked by, and the surrounding forest was deathly silent, as if even the air had frozen.

The leader gritted his teeth and continued shouting, "Let us go, and you can have half of what's here! Hundreds of millions in wealth!! Enough for you to live on for ten lifetimes."

"Boss, are we surrounded? We can't see anyone. Should we turn back now? If we run back as fast as we can, we can reach the border in ten minutes," a henchman said in a trembling voice.

This is even scarier than a horror movie.

"Everyone, stand up slowly and walk back! Don't run around!!" the leader ordered. "Let the Japanese and the South Americans cover our retreat. I reckon they're afraid of international conflict and won't dare to fire indiscriminately. Otherwise, why didn't they fire at the beginning?"

The leader had been in the underworld for many years, and he understood some things after just a little thought.

Moreover, he has a backup plan if they can get to the vicinity of the border.

If they continue their pursuit, the outcome will be uncertain.

After speaking, they half-squatted and began to walk backwards, each person carefully observing their surroundings, afraid of any disturbance.

boom!
The silence was shattered the next second by a gunshot.

The leader immediately crouched down, nervously looking around, only to find one of his underlings pale-faced, his hands trembling as he held up a smoking rifle, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

"Boss... Boss... the gun went off accidentally. I'm... I'm sorry, I was just too scared..." the underling stammered.

The leader's face was terribly grim. Without hesitation, he raised his gun, pointed it at his underlings, and said coldly, "Now, run away from the border!"

"Boss, that's not the way back..." The underling was almost in tears.

The leader, his face contorted with rage, pressed the gun to his underling's forehead and roared, "Either I kill you right now, or you run and might still live!"

"Here, take this bomb and run!"

The younger brother gritted his teeth, turned around, and ran away.

Seeing this, Wu Liuyi on the left slowly moved his gun and said through the walkie-talkie, "Report to the captain, someone is running forward with an unidentified object in their hand. Requesting instructions."

The leader sneered, took out a remote control button from his pocket, and pressed it.

Yuan Lang narrowed his eyes and said without hesitation, "Fire!"

boom!
Wu Liuyi gritted his teeth and decisively pulled the trigger.

The younger brother's body lurched forward due to inertia, and he fell to the ground, where he remained motionless.

boom!
Immediately afterwards, the explosives exploded, igniting a huge flame.

"Run!! Fire in all directions!! Bomb them with rocket launchers!!!" the leader shouted frantically.

Once the shots are fired, it means there is no room for reconciliation between the two sides.

The members began firing wildly in all directions, some even carrying rocket launchers on their shoulders and firing indiscriminately.

The rockets trailed long plumes of flame, tracing arcs through the air before exploding in the forest with deafening roars, filling the air with thick smoke and dust.

Yuan Lang sneered and said into the walkie-talkie, "Begin the sweep, burst fire!"

boom!
Bang bang bang!
The members of Old A were hidden in the shadows, occupying high ground, while the members of the caravan were in an open field, completely exposed to their guns.

Every shot fired by the sniper rifles of the Old A members takes a life.

Wu Zhe watched as a shot accurately struck a member of the caravan in the eyebrow, the bullet instantly piercing through his entire head.

Wu Zhe suppressed his nausea and vomiting and continued firing through the scope.

However, the dense barrage of fire from the caravan members and the relentless bombardment of rockets forced the members of Old A to quickly relocate their sniper positions to avoid enemy attacks.

Feng Yuxiu, however, seemed unaffected. He stood directly in the direction where the caravan members were retreating, raised his sniper rifle, and calmly began firing in short bursts.

Every second, a member of the caravan fell to his gun.

"This won't do, we'll all be left here!!! Everyone, scatter and run!!!" The leader shouted, realizing the situation was getting worse for them.

After saying that, he threw down the machine gun in his hand and ran away.

The remaining members also ran around like madmen, firing wildly as they went.

Their faces were filled with fear and despair, and they scurried around in the forest like a swarm of headless flies.

Yuan Lang lowered his voice and said into the walkie-talkie, "Attention, two people per team, proceed with the operation. Unless they drop their weapons and surrender, kill them all!"

"Number One received!"

"Number Two received!"

"Roger that!"

(End of this chapter)