Under the thick night, a team of twenty people including Zhang Xinghan walked through the woods and quietly touched the mountain. The depths of Baohua Mountain and the surrounding area were dense forests and bushes.

It is a natural field battlefield, with dense trees and bushes providing good cover to the officers and soldiers. Zhang Xinghan led his squad through it, coupled with the dark night, and after moving forward for about five or six hundred meters, he found clues.

Sun Siwei, who has very good night vision, opened the way. While walking, Sun Siwei suddenly emitted two "signals" of alarm. Zhang Xinghan immediately raised his hand and signaled his subordinates to stop moving forward.

"What's going on?" Zhang Xinghan held a piece of Zhongzheng in one hand, quietly came to Sun Siwei next to him and asked in a low voice.

"There are sentinels in front!" Sun Siwei pointed to the front and signaled.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xinghan looked in the direction of Sun Siwei's finger and saw that on a flat ground about dozens of meters away from them, about two Western soldiers were walking back and forth with guns.

Zhang Xinghan observed that the two of them were not very good, but they were able to guard against the effective range of twenty or thirty meters around the road down the mountain. Generally, when there is no lighting or moonlight at night, people's vision visibility exceeds ten meters is considered a god.

To the west of the two guards were dense bushes and to the east were woods.

The main purpose of these two Western Army guards being deployed here should be a symbolic warning post, and the distance between 20 and 30 meters is entirely based on hearing.

After calculating silently in his heart, Zhang Xinghan whispered to Sun Siwei: "Old Sun, this is just their whistle. There must be their whistle around here. You and I will divide the troops into two directions. I will face northwest and eastward. After touching their whistle, we will quietly pass around from the surroundings."

"Yeah!" Sun Siwei responded in a low voice, nodded, and then quietly touched the woods to the east of the two guards.

Zhang Xinghan turned around and told Zhao Desheng a few words, asking him to lead the team to wait on the spot, and he also touched the bushes in the west.

As a special forces soldier, Zhang Xinghan was very good at fighting this kind of jungle battle. He stood up and quietly advanced about twenty or thirty meters in the grass. He stopped and observed the surrounding situation quietly. Because the night was dark and the visibility was not high, Zhang Xinghan could only move slowly, because such dark whistles at night should have good hearing, at least a little better than ordinary people. If he had a little more movement, he might have alarmed the other party.

Sun Siwei has a relatively perverted special skill, that is, his night vision is very strong. This ability seems to be born with it. At night, his vision is better than that of Zhang Xinghan, a professional soldier born in a special forces soldier.

So, he discovered an abnormal situation before Zhang Xinghan. He had just entered the woods and walked forward less than twenty meters. Sun Siwei was relieved that there was a lush pile of dead grass at the intersection of two big trees. You must know, how could such dense grass survive around such a big tree?

Therefore, Sun Siwei concluded that this piece of dry grass was artificially disguised. If it was during the day, such disguise was not considered clever, but at night, the visibility was relatively low. Most people would not find any clues if they did not come to the front. But this unlucky guy, if he met Sun Siwei, a monster with night vision, he could only be considered unlucky.

Sun Siwei carried the rifle on his back, pulled out the bayonet, walked around the tree, and touched it quietly. When it was less than three meters away from the grass, the Western Army lying in the grass noticed someone behind him, and hurriedly stood up and turned around.

I saw a bayonet with cold air appearing on his neck. Sun Siwei whispered: "Don't move. According to the exercise regulations, you are now dead. First, you are not allowed to make noises. Second, you are not allowed to provide the troops with everything you know and see. Otherwise, I will report to the exercise command center and give serious punishment! If you understand, nod your head!"

When the Western Army heard the secret whistle, he nodded without saying a word.

"Squat down! Hold your head in your hand!" Sun Siwei shouted.

The Western Army's secret whistle did not respond, and Sun Siwei couldn't help but feel anxious: "You are deaf, squat down!"

"Didn't you say I'm dead? How can the dead hear you?" The Western Army complained with dissatisfaction.

"Why are so much nonsense?" Sun Siwei cut the Xijun secretly whistled with a knife, knocked him out, then dragged him back into the grass, lay on the ground, and after he made a cover for him, he continued to touch him.

On the other hand, Zhang Xinghan was still searching for the target. Although he was agile, he did not have the perverted night vision ability of Sun Siwei, so he could only search for the target slowly.

Zhang Xinghan observed it for a while and did not find any abnormality, and walked forward about four or five meters. His long-term professional sense of smell made him smell an unusual smell.

He squatted down and carefully observed the grass and trees beside him. Since there were dense bushes everywhere, it was easier to hide. Zhang Xinghan searched with his eyes for a long time, but he did not find anything abnormal. However, his keen sense of smell told him that the secret whistle of the Western Army must be in a corner not far away from him. If he moved again, he might startle him.

As time passed by minute by minute, Zhang Xinghan had been squatting in the same place for almost twenty minutes. Fortunately, his perseverance was much stronger than that of ordinary people, otherwise he would have been unable to hold on.

Zhang Xinghan, who was already sweating slightly on his forehead, was still searching back and forth with a vigilant gaze. At this time, Sun Siwei had already met Zhao Desheng and the others, and were all waiting for Zhang Xinghan anxiously.

Just as Zhang Xinghan began to get anxious and the sweat beads on his forehead increased, at this moment, a strange sound that said whether it was big or small was heard.

As the sound sounded, a dull smell floated over. The moment the "strange" sound sounded, Zhang Xinghan immediately locked in the dense grass less than four meters away.

For Zhang Xinghan, in the blink of an eye, he suddenly stood up, pulled out the bayonet, and jumped up.

The man in the grass seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly turned over and tried to avoid the sudden danger. However, it might be that he had made a mistake in his judgment and turned over toward Zhang Xinghan.

Zhang Xinghan did not hesitate and immediately rushed down, but the man below obviously refused to surrender and started a fight with Zhang Xinghan.

Although he is good at his skills, he is still a little worse than Zhang Xinghan, who is a special forces soldier. After a few moves, Zhang Xinghan subdued him, pressed his sharp bayonet against the man's neck, and shouted: "I am from the Eastern Army. According to the exercise regulations, you have been killed. From now on, no people and things you see must be informed to your superiors or your troops, otherwise I will report to the exercise headquarters. I understand."

"Hmph!" The man was obviously dissatisfied and snorted coldly without answering, but his failure to shout loudly meant that he had agreed with the fact that he had died.

Zhang Xinghan nodded, let go of him, and turned around to leave. The man said in discontently: "What's your name?"

Zhang Xinghan stopped, turned around and smiled at him, "I am Zhang Xinghan!" After saying that, he turned around and left quickly.

"Zhang Xinghan! I remember you, I will definitely compete with you next time! If not, it's not this damn fart sound, how could I, Zhou Wei, be discovered by you!" It turned out that this person was named Zhou Wei, a student of the ninth class of Huangpu. He performed well in the semester. After graduation, he was transferred to the teaching corps and was currently a non-commissioned officer squad leader of the first regiment of the teaching corps.
Chapter completed!