Super Special Forces King

Chapter 200 Fierce Battle (Part 1)

200.

The two soldiers walked out of the barracks warily.

One person's muzzle was always aimed at Chi Guoguo's Zhang Feng, as long as he moved slightly, he would pull the trigger without hesitation.

The other person looked around vigilantly to prevent this person who rashly attacked the military restricted zone and other accomplices.

Ling Li's north curled on Zhang Feng's skin, causing his skin to glow sickly red.

The legs were bent and clamped unconsciously, and Zhang Feng finally realized what it was like to be cold in the wind.

The two soldiers swiftly approached. One of them walked around Zhang Feng's back, with the muzzle on his back, and then nodded to the other person, who quickly leaned toward the unconscious sentry at the sentry post.

It won't take long to freeze into ice outside at temperatures close to minus 30 degrees.

"Go slowly, if you make any unreasonable movements, I will kill you without hesitation!" The soldier behind him poked Zhang Feng's heart with a hard muzzle, directly causing him to stagger.

Stepping on the snow with the soles of your feet, every step you take, the ice feels like a sting of needles.

Step by step into the barracks, the fire is booming, and the room that should have been warm at this moment is bitingly cold because it was poured in from the north.

There were four other heavily armed soldiers in the room, all with assault rifles in their hands, and they were all on guard when they saw Zhang Feng walk in.

Obviously unarmed, even Zhang Feng, who was naked and naked, still couldn't let them relax.

It is a glorious and arduous task for them to be selected to station in this military restricted zone.

This is a kind of affirmation for them, only the best northeast military region special forces can be stationed here. But it is also a kind of suffering. Glory means sacrifice, and arduous means long!

Year after year, they didn't even know that they had never seen outsiders except for their fellow comrades.

"Squad leader? What to do?" one of the soldiers said.

"Tie it up and report to it. It is estimated that in 20 minutes, the large forces will arrive!" the squad leader said coldly.

Zhang Feng's hands and feet were tied to the bed frame of the upper and lower bunk, standing barefoot on the ground, allowing him to constantly change his feet.

The sentry who was knocked out by him was also brought in on his back and was lying on the bed.

Several other soldiers used plastic sheets to smash the glass paste to facilitate shooting, finally blocking the whirring north wind.

The squad leader took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it himself, and threw the rest to the other fighters.

Zhang Feng licked his lips and said, "Well, brother, you see that my current look poses no threat to you at all. Would you give me a cigarette too?"

When speaking, Zhang Feng opened his wrist slightly, holding a knife between his fingers.

The sharp blade slowly cut the rope, his movements were very light, for fear that a little movement would arouse the alertness of the soldiers in the room, and at the same time he had to speak to divert the other's attention.

"Yeah, what did you say you did not do well, you have to go in here, alas, wait for the military court." A soldier said with a sigh, and took a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into Zhang Feng's mouth. Take out the lighter and light it.

"Why don't I usually see you so much nonsense?" The squad leader stared at the soldier and said.

"Squad leader, you said that I usually have something to say with you guys. I'll fart. You can guess what the squad leader smells like. Is it interesting? It’s not easy to have a new face now, so don’t let me Have a good time." The soldier said with a bitter melon look.

"Oh, pay attention to what you should say, what should not be said, you should have counted in your heart!" The monitor sighed, and it was agreed.

The soldier nodded quickly and said, "Squad leader, don't worry, we have all signed a confidentiality agreement."

Excitedly turned his head to look at Zhang Feng and said, "Brother come and tell me, why are you here for us? Money?"

The cold on the concrete floor caused Zhang Feng to constantly change his feet, his soles were already slightly frostbite with purple red.

He grinned and said, "Brother, can I still run like this? Even if I run out, I will freeze to death. Can you get me a pair of shoes, or else my two feet will be useless?"

"Wipe, why don't you think about the consequences before doing this. I really didn't see that your kid line actually dazzled our sentries." The soldier said with a smile, but didn't mean to get Zhang Feng's shoes.

Secretly said in his heart: If the sentry is really an enemy, I can kill him directly with a single knife, can he still give him warning?

But there was no expression on the face, still with a painful color, and said: "Brother, you are abusing prisoners now, you know? The Geneva Convention is expressly prohibited!"

The soldier's face hesitated a little, then turned to look at the squad leader, who nodded.

The soldier brought a pair of military boots with displeasedness, squatted down and slowly untied the rope that bound Zhang Feng's ankle, and mumbled: "You are the Chinese People's Liberation Army. I can also give you shoes."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Zhang Feng nodded and said. The moment the rope was untied, his feet were free from the restraints, and the pain on his face disappeared.

The sole of the foot suddenly pulled up and hit the soldier's face directly, and the soldier flew out like a torn sack with blood from his nostrils, and fell on his back to the ground directly into a coma.

The squad leader's reaction was very quick, his face suddenly changed, and the moment Zhang Feng stepped out, he directly grabbed the assault rifle next to him.

And Zhang Feng had already cut the rope that bound his wrist with a knife between his fingers. When he saw the squad leader's movements, Zhang Feng suddenly spit out, and the burning scarlet cigarette **** in his mouth flew towards the squad leader’s eyes. .

The squad leader didn't mean to dodge at all. He quickly held the gun, pulled the trigger directly, and banged.

Zhang Feng's pupils shrank into needles, and his body suddenly rushed toward the soldier rushing toward him.

The bullet grazed Zhang Feng's arm and brought a blood stain on his big arm.

There was no time to take care of his injuries. The body that threw out slammed into the soldier, and his elbow hit the soldier's chin.

The soldier's body suddenly softened, his eyes rolled, and he fell backward in a coma.

The feeling of a thorn on his back as if being stared at by a poisonous snake suddenly hit his mind. Zhang Feng didn't have time to look back. He knew that the squad leader's muzzle had locked himself again.

With both hands, he grasped the shoulders of the soldiers who fell backward in a coma in front of him, and threw them back blankly.

The squad leader was about to fire the bullet, but he saw the body of his squad fighter leaping towards him.

And beside him is the burning red stove, if he avoids it, then he will fall on the stove.

Can only give up shooting Zhang Feng, with the help of the soldiers who rushed over.