Chapter 325: No wonder everyone says this is a mercenary's forbidden zone

"Gun technique, not bad."

"Thank you."

"Actually, you could have acted earlier; no need to be like filming a movie?"

"That's cool."

Lu Yang smiled: "Got any cigarettes?"

"None."

"What about you two?"

Lu Yang looked at the two soldiers following behind him.

One of them quickly took out a cigarette and carefully handed it to Lu Yang near his mouth.

Yet seeing him drenched in blood, with a shard of glass stuck in his back, his throat involuntarily gurgled several times.

"Brother, you—are you okay? With injuries like this, want me to treat you?"

"No rush, we'll talk after I finish smoking."

Lu Yang's mouth was full of a metallic rust taste, bitter, fishy, and sticky.

One drag of the cigarette immediately eased the discomfort in his mouth.

It was as if he forced his body to regain blood; even his listless condition improved a bit.

Using a second‑class merit to boost his body's recovery ability to offset the wounds was indeed a wise choice.

This feeling was like a big alchemy boost, both resistances and regeneration rose a bit; although far from Meng Duo's ultimate heal, it was better than nothing.

Watching Lu Yang take drag after drag like an old smoker, Lan Li frowned slightly, looking as if he wanted to say something but held back.

Lu Yang noticed his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Smoking causes impotence."

"... You'd better shut up."

Halfway through the cigarette, a large number of soldiers suddenly appeared from all directions, all from the Zhencha Daitui.

Lu Yang, with a cigarette in his mouth, lacked the strength to salute, so he symbolically tipped his chin toward Yang Yong as a greeting.

Seeing Lu Yang injured like this yet still standing and smoking, Yang Yong and the Zhencha Daitui were all startled, as if they had seen a ghost.

"You, you're okay, right? Want me to call an ambulance for you?"

"No need, I won't die."

"Really?"

"Want to blow a smoke ring to prove it?"

Lu Yang opened his mouth, exhaled a round smoke ring, but it was quickly dispersed by the wind.

Yang Yong saw he still had energy to joke, not looking like he was dying, but the sight was indeed frightening.

"What about the other enemies, where did they flee to?"

"Let me think?"

Lu Yang flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground, exhaled a light puff, "Remembered, I slaughtered them all."

"..."

The scene fell silent.

Everyone seemed as if listening to a story.

Obviously they didn't believe he had such ability.

But considering his condition, everyone felt awkward to call him out.

Yang Yong said seriously, "Comrade Lu Yang, we're not joking. Where exactly did the people run? The enemies are dangerous, and..."

Lu Yang cut him off, "I'm not joking either; though it sounds unbelievable, it's the truth."

"In the stone house over there there are two, and another on the mountain; you go find them yourselves."

Yang Yong stared with a shocked face at Lu Yang's bruised, swollen face.

He truly couldn't believe this kid alone, without any weapon, could kill three.

Especially, one had military training; the other was an unidentified armed individual with overseas service experience.

"Let's go, take a look!"

"Yes!"

Yang Yong ordered someone to subdue the guy on the ground first.

He waved his hand, leading the remaining people toward that stone house.

Lan Li, passing by, glanced at Lu Yang twice but said nothing.

Two soldiers stayed behind to help Lu Yang sit aside, first giving him simple wound care, bandaging to stop bleeding.

Lu Yang's mood was still good; he had originally thought the first to arrive would be the armed police, but didn't expect the Zhencha Daitui to come first.

That meant the credit hadn't been assigned elsewhere; it was still theirs, old Lu's.

Yet at that moment, a series of "tatata" gunshots came from afar.

Immediately followed by the shout from Yang's unit, "Take cover, quickly take cover!"

Lu Yang turned his head following the gunfire, evidently not expecting that Brother Kui was still alive?

The submachine gun's rate of fire is faster; the crisp "tatata" sound is easier to recognize.

But turning his head to think, how could such a veteran with rich combat experience be so easy to kill?

Am I not also dead‑locked, just like the unkillable Xiao Qiang?

At this moment, familiar figures accompanied by armed police soldiers appeared in Lu Yang's view.

"Lu Yang, Lu Yang, are you okay?"

"Platoon Leader, my Platoon Leader, medic, medic!"

He Zhen Tao, Kang Changyi, Liu Ziqiang and the others rushed over quickly.

The medic also hurried over, giving him more professional first-aid treatment.

Faced with everyone's worry and concern, Lu Yang suddenly felt his wound wasn't so painful, and he could even blow out another smoke ring for fun.

After confirming Lu Yang was temporarily out of danger, everyone's hearts eased a little.

But soon after, their attention was drawn to the fierce fighting in the distance.

Even Lu Yang didn't expect that Kui Ge's death throes would be so violent.

【68> He not only used the stone house as a bunker, but could also operate two guns alone, switching back and forth between a hunting rifle and a submachine gun.

Not only did he treat the stone house as a bunker, but he could also operate two guns alone, switching back and forth between a hunting rifle and a submachine gun.

For a while no one could break through, and the scene reached a stalemate.

……

But at this moment, Kui Ge, hiding in the stone house, had a face as pale as paper, his condition at its worst.

His intestines had been knotted by him and forcibly stuffed back in, a large pool of blood spreading on the ground.

Yet despite that, he still put up a desperate resistance, refusing to surrender.

Bang bang!

Kui Ge strained to pull the trigger, wounding an armed police officer who tried to approach.

The people outside who were about to launch an attack hastily stopped, no longer preparing to attempt a forced assault.

From his marksmanship one could tell he was an expert, and such a person's death throes are terrifying.

Since they were already heavily surrounded, there was no need to worry about him escaping, so there was no need to launch a forced attack that would endanger innocent soldiers.

Just as Yang Yong voluntarily suggested sending Lan Li to a high point to try sniping from the window, two modified armored vehicles drove up from behind.

The vehicles were fitted with four-millimeter steel plates, bulletproof glass at the front, and two heavy machine guns on top.

The armed police company commander, who had previously been worried, immediately became energized and grew very excited.

"Watch closely, aim at that stone house and hit it hard!"

"Yes!"

After the ammunition belts were loaded, the two machine gunners took positions left and right, pouring fire onto that house.

In an instant, they had the house shaking, stone chips flying everywhere, on the verge of collapse.

Kui Ge clung tightly to the ground, yet the shock made him spit out a mouthful of old blood onto the floor.

After a storm of bombardment, the stone house was riddled with holes, and the company commander once again organized men to go up.

Yet unexpectedly, a hand grenade flew out of the window; although it didn't injure anyone, it thoroughly humiliated everyone.

"Damn it, he's surprisingly alive, and he even dares to throw a grenade!"

"Mortar squad, move out!"

"Four rounds, fire together!"

Lu Yang stood at the farthest point, hard swallowed his saliva.

How could this guy possibly have the skill to force the armed police to bring out mortars?

If he doesn't die now, that would be utterly unjust.

As the mortar squad took aim, Kui Ge had already succumbed to his severe wounds and excessive bleeding, dying in resentment.

That earlier grenade was merely a final flicker, yet they never expected this action would completely enrage these veteran soldiers, digging their own graves.

"Fire!"

At the command, four or so mortar shells arced through the air.

The shells struck the roof, and the already tottering stone house instantly blew up into a pile of rubble.

Just as Lu Yang thought the story had ended, the armed police company commander personally shouldered a Type 90 rocket launcher, cursed, and fired another shot at the wreckage.

Not only Lu Yang, but even the onlookers He Zhen Tao and the others stared agape, their jaws dropping.

"No wonder they say Longguo is a no-go zone for mercenaries—who the hell would dare come?"

"To deal with a single militant, they roll out armored vehicles, heavy machine guns, mortars, and rocket launchers in succession."

"If they were up against a militant squad, wouldn't they need tanks, howitzers, and rocket artillery vehicles to flatten the mountain?"