Opportunities are only reserved for those who are prepared, and the battlefield is no exception.

Under the night, Luo Zheng looked at the gate of the courtyard with a cold star, shining brightly. The night wind blew by, mixed with a strong smell of blood, which was shocking. At this time, armed personnel from three or three came from the back door and walked through the main gate along the courtyard walls on both sides. Luo Zheng had a sudden inspiration, had a conspiracy in his heart, and quickly detoured from the other side of the courtyard.

A few minutes later, Luo Zheng came to an alley entrance and was invisible in the dark corner, leaning against the earthen wall. After a while, two armed personnel came over and were injured to varying degrees. Luo Zheng glanced further away. The battle there was still fierce. The sound of explosions, gunshots and shouts were heard. I don’t know what the result was. I don’t have much time left for myself, and I must rescue the farmer as soon as possible.

When the two enemies passed by, Luo Zheng suddenly rushed out, one of them fainted with a knife, and the other looked up at Luo Zheng in horror. He had only time to see a black black dock. When his neck tightened, he knew nothing. Luo Zhengsen glanced at the enemy with a cold look. The wound was surging blood and it was impossible to survive again. He grabbed the other party and hid in the darkness of the alley with a quick look. He quickly wiped the other party's blood on his face, pretending to be extremely injured.

After dealing with all this, Luo Zheng was about to walk out of the alley when he saw three people supporting each other. He was shocked and hid it quickly and held the m9 saber in his hand tightly. At this time, it was definitely not suitable to shoot. After waiting for a while, the three of them came to the entrance of the alley and kicked their companions who were knocked out of the ground. Seeing that there was no movement, they muttered a few words and continued to walk forward, obviously as if the other party was dead.

Luo Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he rushed over, carried the person on the ground and followed the three wounded men in front. The three of them in front did not pay attention to the situation behind. The wounded men came back all the way everywhere, and no one cared about anyone.

Soon, Luo Zheng came to the front door of the courtyard with his people on his back, secretly alert and prepared to fight hard at any time. After the three people in front entered the door, Luo Zheng pretended to be panicked and struggling, and walked forward with a little staggering, with his back facing the moonlight, his face covered with blood, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. In addition, he was also carrying someone on his back, and he did not come up to check it out at all.

After successfully entering the courtyard, Luo Zheng saw a small square inside. There were a row of rooms in the square. There were lights on in the room. There were no guards. Without understanding the situation, Luo Zheng followed the three people in front and continued walking through the small square and then to the door of a room.

The room was covered with wounded soldiers who were receiving treatment, moaning and shouting mixed together, the lights were bright, and there was no guard inside. The team lined up to the door. Luo Zheng lowered his head, carried the person on his body, placed it with his body, covered the other person's mouth with his hands, and slashed the knife, directly cutting the other person's neck and carotid artery. The other party struggled for a while, and the wounded soldiers around him were dejected and had no morale, and no one noticed it.

After Luo Zheng waited for the other party to die, he slowly stood up and walked back to the back of the team. The wounded soldiers around him thought that Luo Zheng had put down the wounded soldiers who were coming over, and came to the end of the team to wait for treatment. Black soil and blood perfectly disguised Luo Zheng's appearance. With the decoration, no one doubted it. Some people smiled and nodded at Luo Zheng enthusiastically.

After being injured, no one spoke happily. He just looked into the house anxiously, hoping that it was his turn as soon as possible. Luo Zheng came to the end of the team to observe. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he slowly took a few steps back and hid inside the shadow of the house. He suddenly kicked hard under his feet, and fired a shell from his body, and suddenly shot to the corner of the wall five or six meters away.

For the wounded soldiers who were looking forward to it, who would notice if there were few people behind him? Luo Zheng pressed his body against the wall, confirmed that he had not been discovered, and quickly ran forward along the base of the wall, came to a window, looked at it, and it was empty inside, and then went to another window, but there was still no one.

Luo Zheng carefully checked the three rooms, but no one was there, so he hid in the shadows in the corner of the wall and squatted down to observe, thinking about where the enemy might hide the farmer. His eyes were like cold stars, and he did not miss any details. In the night, he placed the cheetah foraging for food.

Soon, Luo Zheng discovered a separate room. The room was very small and inconspicuous, and it was more like a toilet room. It was six or seven meters away from the main building. No one was conservative and it was dark inside. No one would detain important hostages here, and no one would think of it.

Luo Zheng is a person who likes to think in reverse. The more impossible the place is, the more he will not let go. Just like a sniper, he will never put himself in an ideal hidden position. Ideal means danger, but it is an inconspicuous place and is easily overlooked. Luo Zheng is not sure if there is anyone inside, so he plans to go over and take a look without a better choice.

With agile sneaking, rapid speed, and shadow cover, Luo Zheng passed through an open belt and arrived at the door of the small room successfully. He found that the door was not locked, so he gently pushed the door. The door locked from the inside. Luo Zheng was stunned and realized that there was something wrong and couldn't help but feel surprised.

Time was tight, and Luo Zheng did not dare to delay too long, so he decided to take a risk, retreated two meters lightly, and then pretended to run up quickly, and slapped the door in a hurry. It would be fine if there was no one inside. If there was anyone, he would hesitate because no one except his own people would knock on the door.

There were indeed people in the room, and they were indeed confused by Luo Zheng's opposite approach. They didn't know whether the enemy or friend came. If it was an enemy, they would just break the door directly. If it was his own person, why did they knock on the door without saying anything? The man looked at the prisoner tied like a rice dumpling next to him in surprise, pulled out his pistol, stood up slowly, hesitantly looked at the door, and listened carefully to the other person who was panting on the other side.

The knock on the door sounded again, and it was loud, and it looked like he was not worried about being discovered. It didn't seem like the action that the person who came to rescue should have. The man waited in his heart, but he just couldn't understand why the other party didn't speak first, but he still whispered in a tentative manner: "Who?"

Outside the door, Luo Zheng was not sure if there was anyone inside or what kind of person it was, so he didn't dare to speak at all. He heard someone inside and was using international language, and he was very happy. The Eastern Iranian Movement would not ask in international language. There were people inside, and they were not members of the Eastern Iranian Movement. The Wild Wolf Mercenary Group had the greatest possibility, the dark small room and strange voices, which was enough to show that the farmers were imprisoned inside.

Luo Zheng had a sudden inspiration and pretended to be anxious and shouted in international language: "Sir, your people have suffered heavy losses. Let me tell you that the enemy is very powerful. Let you go over and help and hand over the task of being held to us." The shouting was deliberately blurred, with a big tongue, just like the Eastern Iranian Movement members spoke international language.
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