The strongest soldier

The vast primeval forest was as dark as ink, but countless bonfires were lit in a valley. The bonfires illuminated the surroundings. Many patrols could be seen cruising around, and many people were ambushing in the trenches. Under the illumination of the campfire, the machine gun exuded an icy cold breath of death, which made people's scalp numb. Occasionally, a few people dressed as ninjas could be seen passing by, walking towards a larger wooden house.

Although it was late at night, the battle was imminent, and no one dared to sleep soundly. The defenses were tight. These ninjas looked around vigilantly, with cold eyes and hurried footsteps. They soon arrived at the wooden house. Someone came out to greet them and glanced at the person. , made a gesture of invitation, and the person who greeted him jumped up to the roof, blending into the surrounding night.

These people pushed the door open and went in. There were already many people sitting in the room, eating barbecue around the campfire. An wild goat was roasted until it was golden brown, sizzling with oil, and full of aroma. One of the people in the crowd did not eat it, but held a Japanese knife. He was silent in thought, silently waiting for something. When he saw someone coming in, he looked up and nodded.

The people who came in didn't say anything. They gathered around and sat cross-legged. The person who hadn't eaten suddenly put down the knife in his arms and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, everyone is here. Let's have a meeting."

Everyone who was eating quickly stopped and looked at each other curiously. One of them asked in surprise: "Captain, what happened?"

The man called the captain glanced at the other party and said in a deep voice: "We just received an order from the patriarch himself, requiring us to kill the masters of the Dark Church within half an hour. Ten minutes have passed and there are still twenty minutes. , very urgent, what do you think?"

"Since it's the clan leader's order, if you don't say it, just follow it. However, at this time, you suddenly turned back. Did something happen?" Someone asked in a deep voice.

Others also smelled the smell and looked at the captain in surprise as they waited for a reply. The captain was filled with doubts. After thinking about it, he said in a deep voice: "Something must have happened. The patriarch has been in the Holy Mountain. He can give orders. The matter is not trivial, I am afraid that the jihad has been exposed, and the clan leader was forced to issue an order."

"Then do we still have to carry out the order?" Another person asked in surprise.

"The clan leader's orders must be implemented. This is an iron rule. I don't want to hear related doubts again." He suddenly shouted in a cold tone, glanced at the person who just spoke, and continued with dissatisfaction: "Also, I could tell that the patriarch's tone was neither panic nor fear, but more like a decisiveness after making a choice. In other words, the patriarch did not regret this choice. So, no matter what happens, we must carry out the patriarch's orders. "

"This way, we are completely at odds with the Dark Church. What will happen afterwards?" one person asked.

"In half an hour, the people on the opposite side will launch an attack. Send an order to each of your brothers. After winning, all our people will tie a white scarf around their necks. If there are not enough scarves, you can use white cloth to make it easier for friendly forces to identify. After this battle , our relationship with the Dark Church is completely antagonistic, and we are enemies from now on. Since we have to do something, we must do it more thoroughly, and kill the enemy for the sake of the family and our future safety." The captain warned in a deep voice.

"Yes." Everyone responded solemnly. For the benefit of the family, everyone would not hesitate to fight against the Secret Bureau. Now, for the benefit of the family, what if we fight against the Dark Church? The assassin was fearless, and a cold murderous aura filled the air. Everyone looked at the captain, waiting for orders.

"We still have about twenty minutes, ten minutes to prepare and find a way to infiltrate the target. Remember, our first target is the masters sent by the Dark Church. We have fought side by side. Everyone knows each other, and most of them are still there. We are mixed together, I believe it will not be difficult to get close, we will start in ten minutes, and immediately seize the position after we get it, use those heavy machine guns to turn their muzzles to cover the people on the opposite side and kill them." The captain said solemnly.

"Understood." Everyone responded in a low voice.

"I believe you all know what to do. Go ahead and prepare." The captain said in a deep voice.

"Yes." Everyone responded in a deep voice and stood up to leave.

Soon, only the captain and two people dressed as ninjas were left in the room, standing silently guarding the door. These two people were the captain's guards, responsible for security work and conveying orders. The captain silently pulled out his Japanese sword, Wipe it with a piece of cloth. As a captain, he must know more than others. He is very aware of the impact of this battle and the future fate of his family.

However, all of these are orders personally issued by the patriarch. The patriarch is a captain and knows very well that he is not afraid of death and will not be forced to issue orders. Unless it is related to the life and death of the family, there is only one possibility. The holy mountain is exposed and threatened. , if you disobey the order, the Holy Mountain will definitely be destroyed, and everyone will become children without a home. Sooner or later, they will perish, so it is better to give it a try.

After a while, the captain saw that time was almost up, so he put away the Japanese sword and put it on his back. He found a piece of white cloth and put it close to his body. He also prepared a white cloth for the two guards. He came to the door and glanced at the bright moon hanging high in the sky. , said in a deep voice: "Brothers, it's not peaceful tonight."

"Yes, please give me the order." Both of them knew the truth of the matter, and one of them said in a deep voice.

Assassins fight for their own interests and sacrifice for their families. They feel no shame in betraying anyone. They only have family and interests in their hearts. Anyone who conflicts with these two will be killed. He handed two pieces of white cloth to the two of them and said in a deep voice: "Since we are going to do it, we must do it thoroughly. Let's go to the headquarters and act according to the situation."

"Understood." The two of them agreed. Seeing that the captain was already walking forward, they immediately followed him and put the white cloth away. The white cloth could not be exposed until that moment.

Soon, everyone came to a larger wooden house. The patrol team immediately came up to check. After seeing the identity of the visitor, they immediately let him go. The captain strode forward and soon came to the door of the wooden house. There was a sentry at the door, alert. Looking at the person coming, he saw that it was the captain, smiled politely, and let him go, while the other two guards were waiting at the door. According to regulations, they were not allowed to enter.

The walls of the wooden house were covered with torches, illuminating the room brightly. A huge sand table was placed in the middle of the house. Many people were talking quietly around the sand table. Everyone was stunned when they saw the captain coming, and one of them greeted him curiously. He came up and asked, "Captain, didn't you say you were sleepy and wanted to go back and rest?"

"I suddenly thought of something. Come over and discuss it with everyone." The captain said in a deep voice. His face was covered by a black hood, and his expression could not be seen. His eyes were calm, as usual, and he did not arouse anyone's suspicion. He walked forward naturally. Stopped next to the sand table.