Chapter 0002: Wild Wolf Mercenaries
Mr. Bai, it is said that your Huaxia country is a no-go zone for mercenaries, and that no one dares to enter. However, I beg to differ. Our Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps has easily brought you to the border. Just look at their combat capability; we only need two seconds to handle it. Hahaha!
"Stop trying to intimidate me with these tricks," the captain's resolute face flashed with a hint of murderous intent as he coldly commanded, "If you don't want to die, stay here. I forgot to mention, there were originally ten people at the outpost, and now there are only nine corpses. What does that imply? Think carefully with your brain that studies equations. Also, take off your clothes and change into a military uniform. Exposure is just a matter of time, so hurry up.
"This is not good, the other party seems to be on alert and has stopped," said the voice from earlier in surprise
The man referred to as Mr. Bai was not angry, but rather smiled somewhat obsequiously and said: "Of course, who doesn't know about your Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps? Ranked among the top five mercenaries in the world, just two days ago that reconnaissance platoon fell into your hands, over thirty people, unable to send out a distress signal in time. Moreover, how could he and the border soldiers like * Tu * and * Shu * possibly withstand your advance? It seems that I will be able to exit smoothly."
The captain noticed that Mr. Bai had become much more docile, having reined in the stubbornness typical of intellectuals. With a satisfied cold laugh, he suddenly heard a warning from his earpiece: "Captain, the spider has detected a communication frequency, suspecting that the special forces of Huaxia are closing in on us, approximately ten kilometers away. Oh, we have spotted a Huaxia soldier driving a horse-drawn cart approaching. Should we take him out?"
"Damn it, old heavens." The young man cursed and continued to urge the old horse to run faster
A howl of a wolf shattered the tranquility of the wild mountains, startling the young man. Following the sound, he looked over and saw a lone wolf standing on a nearby hillside. This was a solitary hungry wolf, and in the dusk just before a heavy rain, a starving wolf in urgent need of food to replenish its strength is the most formidable.
Aow ohーー !
Before long, a similarly armed individual entered, bringing with him a middle-aged man with a pale complexion. The man appeared to be around fifty years old, somewhat balding, and his well-fitted suit was covered in mud. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, exuding an air of scholarly demeanor, and looked like a researcher. He gazed in panic at the corpses strewn across the ground, remaining silent.
"Ten kilometers? It's a pity we arrived late. The brothers on the periphery should retreat; we are preparing to exit." The captain scoffed disdainfully, standing right at the border, ready to leave at any moment. Once they crossed the border, the special forces of Huaxia would not dare to pursue recklessly. Who said Huaxia was a forbidden zone for mercenaries? Thinking of their imminent success, the captain felt elated and casually said, "Eliminate the target and withdraw quickly."
Mr. Bai hesitated, feeling somewhat apprehensive as he removed his outer garment. He casually picked up a military uniform from the side and put it on. The captain cast a cold glance at Mr. Bai, and that single look felt as if Mr. Bai's brain had been pricked by a needle, leaving him chilled to the bone. A sense of death enveloped him, causing him to be greatly alarmed. He hurriedly lowered his head and clumsily dressed himself, the slight dissatisfaction he had just felt dissipating in an instant. Throughout this journey, Mr. Bai had witnessed the captain's methods of killing, instilling a deep sense of fear within him.
In the vast mountain fields, the withered grass lies limp on the ground, weakly resisting the increasingly cold mountain winds and the books. Some are even lifted by the wind, rolling away to an unknown distant place. The sky of the plateau remains as blue as ever, with white clouds drifting lazily, devoid of any signs of life. On an inconspicuous ridge, a horse-drawn cart comes to a stop. A frail old horse snorts, panting heavily, while some burlap sacks are piled on the cart strapped to its back. A young man, holding a whip, squats on the ground behind the cart tying his shoelaces. The white clouds drift lazily, devoid of any signs of life. On an inconspicuous ridge, a horse-drawn cart comes to a stop. A frail old horse snorts, panting heavily, while some burlap sacks are piled on the cart strapped to its back. A young man, holding a whip, squats on the ground behind the cart tying his shoelaces.
The young man felt a slight chill, tightened his clothes, and followed the horse-drawn carriage forward. Perhaps sensing the drop in temperature, the old horse moved at a quicker pace, forcing the young man to jog to keep up, which made his body warm up. The young man laughed and said, "Old horse, you truly are a good brother, knowing that I am cold. Thank you, I will find a mare for you to keep you company later." As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, which had turned overcast, and it was evident that a heavy rain was about to fall.
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The young man appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed in a clean military uniform and wearing a military cap. His face, tanned by the highland ultraviolet rays, could not conceal his handsome features. His thick eyebrows resembled swords, and his straight nose conveyed a maturity beyond his years. He exuded an air of confidence and scholarly demeanor, complemented by his lively eyes, which also revealed a shrewdness and cleverness. This blend of strength and gentleness inspired trust while simultaneously evoking a sense of familiarity.
"Why?" Mr. Bai said with dissatisfaction, "Don't forget your principles: reputation first. If mercenaries lose their credibility, I wonder how you will manage in the future?"
Of course, the captain said proudly, not caring about the sarcasm in Mr. Bai's words, and continued, "Do you look down on these border soldiers? Well, you can betray your own country, so how could you care about the lives and deaths of these soldiers? Considering you are the employer, I will not hold it against you. The plan to let you rest well for a night has to be adjusted; we must leave here immediately.
In the highland areas entering the rainy season, the rain comes suddenly and departs just as quickly. The young people are not afraid of the rain, but they worry about the rain soaking the supplies on the cart. Thinking of their comrades in the outpost, the young people feel a warmth in their hearts. It has been nearly six months since they arrived at the outpost, and the care and affection from their comrades provide a sense of warmth.
The young man was unaware that he was being targeted by a sniper, nor did he realize that crouching down to tie his shoelaces and the actions of reading a book created an illusion for the sniper. He had narrowly escaped death, and after receiving the order to retreat, the sniper abandoned the kill and left. The young man stood up after tying his shoelaces, his height around 1.76 meters, and his physique was robust. The military uniform he wore was neat and imposing.
"Forget it, retreat quickly," the captain commanded
"Old Maotou, let’s go, I will give you a good bath when we get back, and groom your beautiful fur. If we don’t head back now, we will have to sleep out in the wilderness, and the damned weather will show no mercy to us." The young man raised the whip in his hand, speaking with a smile, but the whip did not strike the horse; instead, a cold wind crept in through his sleeves.
The old horse let out a roar and came to a stop, but did not panic. Instead, it turned its head to look at the young man, who stepped forward to stroke the old horse's neck, soothing its emotions. He said, "Old horse, our luck today is not so great. It's pouring rain, and there are hungry wolves. The sky is getting dark. You keep moving, and I'll handle the hungry wolves." His words were casual, but his eyes revealed a sense of gravity. Wild wolves are troublesome, and hungry wolves are even more so. To survive, a hungry wolf might even bite off its own hind leg to satisfy its hunger, let alone with prey at hand.