The Middle East: From War Correspondent to Middle Eastern Influencer

In their line of sight, three armed men, arranged in a standard tactical formation, were silently approaching the ruins under the cover of smoke.

Judging from the level of coordination in their alternating cover, they are truly professionally trained soldiers.

Wu Hen slowly withdrew his gaze, turned his head and glanced at Muhammad, who was huddled in the corner. Muhammad was holding the captured AK-47, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his pale face filled with fear of death.

"Stay here," Wu Hen sighed and said quickly, "No matter what happens outside, no matter what sounds you hear, you are not allowed to move, and you are not allowed to fire. Take your finger off the trigger, shut your mouth, and even breathe softly. Unless you see me completely dead with your own eyes, you will remain a stone in this pile of rubble."

Wu Hen didn't know why he kept protecting Muhammad. Maybe it was because of the passion in the blood of the Chinese people. After all, Muhammad was the only person he knew in Libya.

Muhammad swallowed hard and nodded.

Wu Hen didn't waste any more words.

He gently placed the AK-47 next to the sandbag at his feet. In this narrow, ruined environment of street fighting and close combat, a long gun was not only difficult to maneuver, but it was also easy to make noise by hitting the wall.

He gripped the bayonet handle tightly, his fingers perfectly aligned with the anti-slip texture.

Wu Hen took a deep breath, and then silently merged into the billowing smoke and the gradually darkening ruins.

The agility attribute bonus I just received is now proving its practical value in combat.

Wu Hen could clearly feel that not only his running speed, but also his nerve reaction speed had been visibly improved.

The three-person team outside had completely dispersed.

The scout walks on the far left, responsible for clearing obstacles along the way and probing for dangers ahead; the second-in-command stands about five meters away on the right, ready to provide flank fire support at any time; while the squad commander trails behind at the rear in the center, holding a gun and providing overall vigilance.

This classic triangular formation is extremely difficult to ambush in urban warfare because no matter who you attack, you will immediately be exposed to the guns of the other two.

Wu Hen naturally wouldn't confront them head-on. Although he had been enhanced by the system, he was still a greenhorn. In the past two days, he had only killed a few people, which was no match for these professionally trained soldiers.

Using the terrain, he quietly circled around to the right and behind the ruins of a collapsed two-story building.

His goal was clear: first eliminate the flanks, then remove the vanguard, and finally take care of the commander.

Thick smoke drifted through the ruins, and the pungent smell of gunpowder in the air masked any other odors around us.

The second militant on the right was carefully stepping over a collapsed load-bearing pillar. Just as he lifted his leg, his view was briefly blocked by a half-brick wall, creating a blind spot for about two seconds between him and his commander behind him.

It's now!

Wu Hen suddenly rose from the shadows of the wall and launched his attack.

The core principle of military combat techniques is singular: to destroy the enemy's physiological functions in the fastest, most ruthless, and most lethal way.

He unleashed astonishing speed over a very short distance, his left hand covering the militant's mouth and nose from behind. The immense force forced the man's head to tilt back, exposing his vulnerable neck completely to the air.

Almost at the same second, Wu Hen's M9 bayonet in his right hand plunged diagonally downwards along the area above the opponent's collarbone!

"Pfft!"

The sharp blade slid smoothly through the skin and muscle tissue, piercing the subclavian artery directly and severing the nerve cord.

This is an extremely cruel and professional assassination method. A ruptured subclavian artery causes the brain to lose oxygen supply within seconds due to instantaneous blood loss, while the severing of the nerve cord directly deprives the enemy of the ability to resist and struggle.

These were all taught in the war correspondent training course. Wu Hen was very interested in them and finally tried them out today. They felt really good.

The militant's eyes widened instantly, his pupils dilated, and because his mouth was tightly covered, he could only make faint gurgling sounds from his throat.

Wu Hen did not immediately let go. He felt the life force in the other person's body rapidly draining away along with the gushing blood. Relying on his strength, he slowly guided the gradually limp corpse to fall to the ground.

First enemy, defeated.

Wu Hen casually wiped the blood off the blade onto the other man's clothes. He looked up at the left front and saw that the vanguard at the front had just stopped, seemingly waiting for his comrades on the right flank to catch up.

"Yusuf?" the scout whispered, calling out his comrade's name.

There was no response, only sporadic gunfire coming from afar.

The elite soldier, with his exceptional combat skills, immediately sensed that something was amiss.

Without hesitation, he instantly crouched down, held the AK-47 level, his finger already on the trigger, and pointed the muzzle quickly at the shadowy ruins on his right, the spot where Wu Hen had just made his kill.

Wu Hen was squatting next to the corpse. If the scout took two more steps forward and went around the low wall, he would be spotted immediately.

A direct confrontation is absolutely out of the question; the commander behind them could open fire at any moment.

Wu Hen's gaze swept quickly around, and he picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it toward a pile of scrap metal about ten meters to the left of the vanguard.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The scout's nerves were already on edge. Upon hearing the unusual noise, his body reacted almost instinctively. He immediately turned his gun to the left and his gaze was drawn to it.

This is a fatal mistake.

The moment the scout turned his head, Wu Hen darted out from behind the low wall!

When the scout realized the feint and tried to turn his gun back, Wu Hen was already in front of him.

This time, Wu Hen did not choose to use a bayonet first; he faced the enemy head-on and had a rifle.

He grabbed the AK barrel with his left hand, lifted it upwards forcefully, and blocked the opponent's firing angle in advance. At the same time, he bent his right knee and delivered a vicious knee strike to the scout's abdomen.

The immense impact caused the soldier excruciating pain in his internal organs, causing him to involuntarily bend over. The air in his lungs was forced out, preventing him from even letting out a scream.

Wu Hen gave him absolutely no chance to catch his breath.

The moment the soldier bent over, the M9 bayonet in his right hand plunged from bottom to top, piercing deep into the back of his jawbone, the tip of the blade penetrating directly through his brainstem!

Damaging the brainstem means instantaneous brain death.

The soldier's body stiffened for a moment, then collapsed like a lump of mud.

Wu Hen used the back of his foot to brace the rifle that the scout was about to hit the ground, silently catching it in his hand, and then gently laid the body down.

Second enemy, defeated.