bestfiction Chapter 515 Khun Sa!
Chapter 515 Khun Sa!
Zhong Yuemin let the main force of the enemy troops go, but focused on keeping an eye on the stragglers at the back. The torrential rain perfectly concealed his subtle movements.
With a dagger in hand, he moved like a ghost to the back of the last enemy soldier. He covered the soldier's mouth and nose with his left hand, and with a slight twist of his right wrist, the blade precisely sliced through the throat. He then swiftly dragged the still convulsing body into the nearby dense forest.
The entire process was completely silent.
One, two, three...
It wasn't until more than a dozen soldiers had "disappeared" that the leading troops finally noticed something was wrong. Panic spread like wildfire, and some people screamed in terror in their local language:
"Who?! Who's there?! Come out—!"
The only response they received was the patter of raindrops hitting the leaves and a chilling, deathly silence.
The killing continues.
With a slight thought, Zhong Yuemin released the two cheetahs he had kept in the space. However, he did not let them attack directly. Instead, he ordered them to dart around quickly in the dense forest on the outskirts of the enemy forces, making rustling noises to attract their attention.
He, in turn, used this chaos to once again slip into the shadows.
Puff, puff...
The dull thud of blades piercing flesh rang out again and again, and enemy soldiers mysteriously "disappeared" right under their comrades' noses. They were just beside them a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, they were gone.
An invisible fear gripped everyone's heart.
“Da da da da——!!”
Someone suffered a mental breakdown and started firing wildly into the surrounding darkness, bullets scattering branches and mud, but they didn't even touch a ghost.
"what--!!!"
Finally, one soldier couldn't take it anymore. He dropped his gun and screamed in agony in the local language:
"A ghost! There's a ghost...!!"
He turned around and ran for his life in the direction he came from.
One, two, three... the rout spread rapidly like a chain reaction.
The officer in charge was both shocked and furious. He drew his gun and fired two shots at the backs of the two deserters. The two men fell to the ground, their bodies stained dark red with mud.
"Anyone who dares to run away, I'll kill him! Stop right there!!"
However, the morale of the army had collapsed beyond repair, and the soldiers continued to scatter and flee. In a short while, only the officer remained, a "lone commander".
"All of you, get back to me...!"
The words have not yet fallen.
A cold, blood-stained dagger silently pressed against his carotid artery.
The officer's pupils constricted sharply:
"you……!"
Pfft...!
The blade plunged mercilessly into Zhong Yuemin's neck, all the way to the hilt, and scalding blood gushed out, splattering half of his body.
"Uh... huh..."
The officer's eyes bulged, filled with despair and horror. In his scattered peripheral vision, he could only catch a glimpse of the pair of cold, abyss-like eyes beside him.
Immediately, his body went limp and he fell silent.
Zhong Yuemin glanced at the scattered and fleeing remnants of the army, but did not pursue them. With a thought, he summoned back the two cheetahs and put them into his spatial storage. Then, he determined the direction and chased after the path that Zhu Long and the others had taken.
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The following morning, as the downpour subsided, glistening water droplets clung to the leaves, occasionally dripping down.
Zhu Long and his group were covered in mud and huddled behind a thicket of bushes, almost blending into their surroundings.
After a night of desperate fleeing, they finally reached the vicinity of the border, only one or two miles away from the national border.
However, the scene before them made their hearts sink.
In the relatively open valley ahead, a dense, imposing enemy force, numbering in the tens of thousands, stood in a single line, completely blocking the path to the border.
Clearly, the other side had already calculated that they would enter the country through this point and had laid a trap in advance.
Should we take a detour and find another place to cross the border?
That's too late!
Exhausted and with pursuers closing in, Zhu Long finally gritted his teeth...
Only one option remains: take Sawan hostage in exchange for safe passage across the border.
He and Zhou Changli, exhausted, dragged Sha Wang and staggered out of the bushes where they were hiding, and came to the edge of the open area.
Shawang had also regained consciousness by this time.
When he squinted and saw the formation in front of him clearly... especially the grand master's chair placed in the center of the array, and the man on the chair surrounded by a crowd of people, his previously lifeless eyes suddenly burst forth with a light of wild joy.
He struggled and whimpered, twisting his body desperately.
"Behave yourself!" Zhou Changli hissed in a low voice, pressing him down firmly.
Zhu Long's gaze was fixed on the figure on the armchair, his voice hoarse:
"Chang Li, look at this formation... It's probably an entire division. Who do you think could mobilize such a force?"
Zhou Changli's eyes sharpened:
"You mean... Khun Sa himself?"
"Ah."
Zhu Long took a deep breath, stepped forward, and shouted with all his might towards the other side:
“Mr. Khun Sa! The conflict with your tribe was not our wish, but only to rescue our own brothers. Now, we are returning Mr. Sawang intact, only asking for a way out and permission to cross the border. What do you say?”
Sitting in the armchair, Khun Sa slowly exhaled a puff of cigar smoke, his face ashen.
"Just a piece of trash,"
He spoke, his voice not loud, but carrying a chilling coldness.
“If they’re dead, they’re dead. But you killed so many of my soldiers. If you just let them go like this… how will I, Khun Sa, maintain my foothold in the Golden Triangle?”
He slightly raised his hand, pointed forward, and spoke in a cold, lifeless voice.
"Kill those three on the spot. And find all the others hiding in the back and kill them all."
Upon receiving the order, the soldiers surrounding Khun Sa moved immediately, raising the muzzles of their AK47s in unison, their cold sights instantly locking onto Zhu Long and his two companions at the edge of the open ground.
Zhu Long and Zhou Changli felt a sudden chill run down their spines... They never expected that Khun Sa would be so ruthless, showing no regard for the life of their second-in-command, Sha Wang, killing him without hesitation.
He was even more annoyed, realizing that negotiating with such a drug lord who treated human life like dirt and had no sense of morality was utterly foolish.
Could it be... that the entire army is truly going to be wiped out here?
Nashawang was so terrified that his whole body trembled like a leaf. He tried to turn around and run away, but his legs were as weak as noodles and wouldn't obey him at all.
At this critical moment, a cold yet familiar male voice suddenly came from behind Khun Sa:
"Put down your guns, all of you!!"
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable killing intent, piercing through the deathly silence.
"Otherwise, I'll just shoot him dead!"
Ok? !
Zhu Long and Zhou Changli suddenly looked up, following the sound...
Suddenly, a "soldier" appeared beside Khun Sa. Dressed in the same military uniform as the surrounding guards, he now held Khun Sa's neck with one hand like an iron clamp, while in the other hand, a black pistol was pressed firmly against Khun Sa's temple!
That face, stained with mud yet with sharp, defined features...
It was none other than Zhong Yuemin!
"Brother Zhong!!!"
Zhu Long and Zhou Changli both gasped in surprise, their eyes gleaming with the joy of escaping death.