Rebirth: General, Don't Mess Around!

The soldiers from the Italian Headgear Commando team actually didn’t know which country’s camp they had arrived at. Their goal was to see if they could get three points back. This was the minimum standard.

If they killed one sniper, they would get three points. Then, they would see if they could kill two assaulters. They would get two points. That was a total of five points.

The three soldiers carried their rifles. One step, two steps, three steps… Every step was extremely careful. They were extremely light as they passed through the humid pine forest.

”Advance, take turns to cover.”

They made hand gestures and entered the Chinese camp through silent communication. They entered Sparrowhawk and T6’s line of sight.

An eagle spiraled through the rain. It instantly turned into a black dot and disappeared at the end of the horizon. As the rain came pouring down, a black feather that was drenched started falling through the air. It fluttered through the pine forest and quietly landed on the ground.

When a pair of mountain military boots stepped on it, the feather sank into the thick and soft pine needles. Then, Sparrowhawk heard an Italian soldier suddenly curse in a low voice. He was speaking in their native language. Demon King and Pigeon, who could understand Italian, didn’t know what he was cursing.

He must have encountered some difficulties. He cursed softly and immediately signaled his two comrades behind him to stop. He needed to treat the wound on the back of his hand caused by the poisonous thorns.

The environment in the eastern forest was very complicated. There were many bushes with poisonous thorns growing on them. Once these poisonous thorns scratched the skin, it would hurt as if one was stung by hornets. However, the thorns were much more poisonous than hornets!

Once stabbed, the flesh would immediately turn red and swollen. It was painful and itchy. One would wish one could cut off one’s skin.

The soldier from Italy was stung by those poisonous thorns, but it was only a small wound. He was paying attention to his surroundings and didn’t notice that his hand that was holding the gun had come into contact with the thorny bushes. When he habitually swept his hand to the left and right, the back of his hand slashed across, leaving several wounds.

The sudden accident gave the Chinese soldiers a chance. On the battlefield, there was no such thing as ’giving in,’ nor was it an appropriate time to show ’gentlemanly demeanor.’ If one suddenly got into an accident, it was because one didn’t protect oneself well enough and gave the enemy a chance.

The Italian soldier was in so much pain that cold sweat appeared on his forehead. The rainwater hit his face, making it look pale. It was too painful. He lowered his head and bit the back strap of his backpack. He gritted his teeth until they creaked.

”Bear with it, man!”

When his comrade saw this, he sped up the treatment of the wound. There was no other way to treat it. He could only use high-concentration alcohol to clean the wound. Other than that, there was no other way.

The injured soldier’s comrade used a pair of tweezers to roll the alcohol-soaked cotton ball over the wound. The stimulation of the alcohol made the lips of the injured Italian soldier turn pale. He looked like he would faint at any moment.

There were three people in total. One of them was injured, and one of them was helping to treat the wound. The other person was in charge of guarding the area. There was a clear division of labor, and the soldier in charge of guarding the area was on high alert.

The Italian soldier didn’t let himself make a sound of pain. He kept enduring it. Even though the backpack strap in his mouth seemed to be about to snap, he didn’t let himself make a sound.

When one of the Italian soldiers suddenly got injured, Sparrowhawk knew that his chance had come. However, he didn’t act immediately. Instead, he whispered to T6, ”Close combat, two versus three.”