Chapter 124: Ah Pu

  After hearing Lao Ding's plan, Xuan Qi nodded slowly. Ginger gets spicier with age, and Lao Ding is a ginger that keeps up with the times, knowing how to reasonably use rules when necessary, making what was originally a difficult task suddenly clear.

  Xuan Qi carefully calculated the coordinates and estimated a certain margin of error. As the yuanqi grew more turbulent, he quickly opened his phone and spoke succinctly to Hu Xu: "You've all been trained in grenade throwing, so I'll keep it brief. At 12 o'clock direction, 30 meters away, there's an enemy group. Throw your grenades together and concentrate your attack."

  "There are big trees everywhere, how can there be enemies..." Hu Xu said and closed his mouth. In less than three days, they had encountered too many unimaginable things, and they were already numb to the strange occurrences.

  The whiskers slowly compared the lower hand gesture, and then took out a grenade. The remaining brothers also took out grenades. Under Xuan Qi's command, they all pulled open the safety pins of the grenades and threw them at the target area.

  "Mother's jade!" Muslim shouted loudly: "Something's happened! They're throwing hand grenades in our direction..."

  No time to react, the deafening roar shook the entire area, red flames soared into the sky, and intense shockwaves rippled across the ground. A thin layer of disguise was shattered by the flying steel balls.

  The Huaxia man who was summoning the evil creature had his ritual interrupted. Three steel marbles shot onto his body, and just like a normal person, they burst out in a dazzling display of blood flowers.

  Another Muslim-looking guy was slick, seeing the grenade flying over, he immediately shrank into the corner of the wall, with a loud explosion, he curled up in the corner, dodging the first batch of flying steel balls.

  After the explosion, Muslim immediately sprang out like a startled rabbit, nimbly rushing outward. In his mind, only one thought remained: since he had already been exposed, he should leave quickly.

  Gun smoke rose, and the air had a unique smell of gunpowder. The Muslim had just lifted his foot and was about to use magic to hide his tracks when suddenly a sharp blade cut through the air, and an extremely sharp iron awl flashed by, directly piercing his lung.

  As soon as the Muslim's eyes are fixed, he feels a warm and comfortable feeling spreading throughout his body, just like soaking in a warm spring with a suitable temperature. If internal bleeding continues like this, it will be fatal.

  Suddenly, four cold lights flashed again, and the sharp iron nails pierced through Muslim's limbs, pinning him to the ground, like a dead fish, unable to move, only opening his mouth, gasping weakly.

  Another guy poked his head out and saw the scene, immediately shouting in terror: "Sword Saint Qianbei, don't move your hands, I surrender! I surrender!" He was a clever hero who knew when to yield, choosing not to resist when he wasn't sure about the newcomer's depth.

  Four iron nails shot out with a whooshing sound, directly piercing his four limbs and nailing him to the ground. The cold light of the iron nails gleamed ominously in the sunlight. A Han Chinese person whispered sadly: "It wasn't flying swords after all."

  As the Muslims were captured, the ghostly wall array was also broken open. The bayonet squad trapped inside all rushed out, holding various firearms and gazing around with sparkling eyes. The four men's gun muzzles were firmly locked onto the two men's heads.

  A hot-blooded man who is born to fight and die on the battlefield, not afraid of charging into battle, not afraid of sacrifice, but fears a meaningless death. Zi Bu Yu's strange and mysterious powers are spoken of lightly, but who can actually achieve it? Even if it's a hot-blooded warrior, a king among soldiers, when faced with supernatural phenomena, they too will be fearful.

  Fortunately, all of this is now in the past. Hu Xu looked at the two people nailed to the ground in a large character and asked Xuan Qi in a low voice, "Do you want to leave any survivors?" In the eyes of the old soldier, dead men are always less dangerous than living ones.

  "I still have a few questions to ask them," Xuan Qi said, fiddling with the iron awl in his hand, which he then stabbed into the body of the Huaxia person, and after that, he sprayed out the electricity from his body: "We can communicate without any obstacles, right?"

  Huaxia clenched his teeth, his five senses all converged together, and his body felt numb and itchy all over, as if thousands of insects were gnawing at him. The unbearable pain made him beg for mercy immediately: "No obstacle, no obstacle. Whatever you ask, I will definitely tell the truth, without hiding anything."

  "What's your name? What's his name? Why did you ambush them here?" Xuan Qi was very curious about this question, especially since he had seen the special way these people died in later generations, so Xuan Qi wanted to get to the bottom of it.

  As the guy was about to think, Xuan Qi took out an iron nail and stabbed it directly into his ribs, causing electricity to surge throughout his body, electrifying him to the point of near-death: "This iron nail is only one inch away from your heart, I can take your life at any time."

  "My name is Luo Long, his name is Abudulamumu. We received a tip from above to come here and harvest the flesh and blood of seventeen robust soldiers. Take them back to offer sacrifices to our lord." Luo Long was sweating profusely, saying everything he could.

  "Alright, I think we can cooperate happily." Xuan Qi's mouth curved into a smile as he reached out to pat Luo Long's face: "What does the message from above mean? Since you've already spoken, you might as well explain this matter clearly."

  Luo Long rolled his eyes and secretly sized up the dagger squad. He then said in a low voice: "The leader of our organization is familiar with the high officials of Huaxia, and they seem to have some kind of private agreement. We've been cooperating since ten years ago, and this is already the third batch of small teams being eliminated. Every now and then, there will also be disabled soldiers sent over."

  "What did you say?" The eyes of the mustachioed man turned bloodshot, and his body began to tremble. When the Dagger Squad was idle during a mission, they had also visited comrades who had retired due to injury, only to find that they were not dead from accidents, but rather missing due to special reasons. The mustachioed man was the third captain of the Dagger Squad, and he had been puzzled by this before, even investigating it, but had to suspend it due to special reasons. Now, suddenly hearing this terrible news, the mustachioed man simply could not accept it.

  Xuan Qi suddenly realized that a country needs some people to do special things. These things can't be seen in the light of day and must become secrets within secrets. In this world, only one kind of person can keep secrets, so a small group of people are sacrificed. Of course, Xuan Qi became even more curious - was this a private transaction or related to national interests?

  Xuan Qi then employed various methods, but couldn't get anything new out of him. Xuan Qi directly knocked him unconscious and then turned his attention to Abdula Mamu, whose identity should be higher than Luo Long Gao, and who must know more than Luo Long Gao.

  The interrogation began again, the Five Thunderbolt Technique combined with the Iron Claw Torture made Abdurrahman moan in agony as he lay on the ground.

  Because of long-term execution of tasks abroad, Steel Tooth is a very qualified translator. After a round of interrogation, everyone got the corresponding answers.

  The beards were shattered by the desert eagle, and the two guys' heads were blown up. Then Xuan Qi sat in the sand jujube forest, reciting scriptures to resolve the grievances of the vengeful spirits and evil ghosts in the jujube forest, waiting for the eerie atmosphere in the jujube forest to disappear before everyone secretly returned home.

  The originally spirited bayonet squad, after experiencing this setback and learning the truth, all closed their eyes, their morale plummeting to a state of listlessness.

  In a small county town next to the provincial capital thousands of miles away, the dagger squad took Xuán Qí to their temporary foothold. One by one, the men sat in the courtyard, staring blankly at the floating clouds in the sky.

  A calm and astute whisker, suddenly emotional, pulled out a box of liquor from under the bed. He unscrewed the cap and took a big swig, the spicy liquor instantly reddening his face. This iron-like man burst into tears. On the verge of losing control, he let out a hysterical cry: "If it weren't for you, we would have been annihilated by now! The fourth special forces unit would have been formed without us! We would be honored as martyrs in our hometowns! Why? Just because we still had three years of youth left?! Just because our combat effectiveness was starting to decline?! Just because we fought for this country with our lives for five years, and our service was fulfilled?!

  The truth is always bloody and naked. Warriors trained with secret methods will have their physical functions decline after five years at the peak, and then they will spend three years lying in bed because they have access to the most secrets, and those above are afraid that they will speak randomly on their sickbeds, so they try every means to make them glorious.

  Everything went according to plan. Each of the glorious teams would bring a completely strange member with them on their last mission, allowing him to familiarize himself with the team's operation mode. Then, the Dagger Team was annihilated and new Daggers emerged. According to this plan, Bai Zhanfei should have been the fourth captain of the Dagger Team. Of course, he wouldn't use secret methods to suppress his potential; he would just be gilded in a special team before rising to prominence. Unfortunately, he is now disabled.

  Everything points to the Bai family in Beijing. The Dagger Squad belongs to the military district under the jurisdiction of the Bai family, and the highest official is also surnamed Bai. What the squad cannot accept is that the ones who want them dead belong to a foreign terrorist organization, which has intricate connections with the military behind the scenes. In other words, this is an organized and premeditated case of one's own people harming their own people.

  The men who were crying and sobbing had really strange expressions. Perhaps in their past lives, they had shed more blood than tears, but now as the tears flowed freely, they found that all the blood they had shed before was for nothing.

  Xuan Qi was speechless. He himself was ultimately still too weak, and there wasn't much he could do to help them. Perhaps he could set up a small training base for them, allowing them to first settle down and establish themselves. Of course, this plan would have to wait until these men's emotions had stabilized.

  His whiskers were obviously drunk high, and his eyes were bloodshot. He stretched out his hand to pull Xuan Qi's arm and said: "I joined the army at the age of 18, from an ordinary soldier to a special forces team, then went to the Golden Triangle for a mission, was captured by mistake, do you know how I escaped?"

  Xuan Qi shook his head. Everyone has a period of their past that they are unwilling to recall, and it is thoroughly dark. It will only be revealed at a special time, in a special place.