Chapter 73 He Is the Hunter and We Are the Prey

Michael Murphy, Matthew Axelson, Danny Dietz and Marcus Rutger are conducting a village stabilization project in a village in the mountains of Afghanistan.

In order to end the chaos and unrest in Afghanistan as soon as possible and cut off the control of the Taliban and the Ten Rings Gang over the Afghan countryside. The US military in Afghanistan launched this village stabilization plan for rural areas in Afghanistan in the summer of 2009.

The planned work path mainly starts with a single village as the entry point to start work; then expands the radiation effect from a single village to multiple surrounding villages; and then establishes close connections with the regional center. In this way, the US military attempts to build and strengthen the administrative connection between the Afghan government and grassroots villages.

This work is mainly implemented by the U.S. garrison, and the working team generally consists of 5-8 members of the special forces. The working group was embedded in the pilot villages to carry out work and assisted the villages in building bunkers to improve their self-protection and self-defense capabilities in order to cope with the hostility and renewed competition from the Taliban rebels.

The coalition forces will also cooperate with Afghan government forces to strengthen security patrols around villages. After setting a foothold, several nearby villages will change their orientation under the influence. These areas will receive a series of projects oriented by the regional government to promote village development and provide health care, basic education, agriculture and animal husbandry training.

In this way, the US military is gradually encroaching on the areas controlled by the Taliban and the Ten Rings Gang.

But in the eyes of the four of them, this plan was terrible. First, they can no longer play Xbox in the camp, and then the living conditions in rural Afghanistan are too harsh. Twice, Marcus Luttela has accidentally stepped into the village's cesspit while on patrol at night.

There is only one toilet in the village, and everyone defecates in this pit. The shit inside was almost two meters deep. If Marcus hadn't shouted for help, he would have been so depressed and drowned in the manure pit.

"Marcus, have you found the location of the cesspit?"

The last three teammates will always mention the shithole when they talk about it.

"Wait, someone is coming!"

Michael Murphy, who had been staying on the hillside outside the village to monitor the surrounding environment with binoculars, stopped the fight among his subordinates. News of their entry into the village must have reached the ears of the Taliban. Therefore, several people have been very wary of Taliban attacks.

"What the hell is this?"

Murphy saw the person clearly and took a breath of air.

The person who appeared on the dirt road was covered in an ominous black air, and could only vaguely see a pair of red eyes. The black air was squirming as if it were alive, with an ominous blood red color glowing around the edges.

After Murphy saw clearly what was coming, he immediately ordered the team members to enter combat mode.

"Danny, notify the patrol! Marcus, ask the villagers to come up to help fight!"

He gave the order and immediately pulled the trigger. He used a MK11 MOD 0 sniper rifle, using 308 Winchester bullets, which can easily penetrate bulletproof vests and military helmets without inserts.

"boom!"

The gun body shook, and a bullet flew towards the mysterious man who suddenly appeared.

"Ding!"

Murphy vaguely saw the mysterious man waving something, and then a ball of sparks suddenly burst out in the air. The mysterious man continued walking towards the village.

"impossible!"

Murphy had been trained in professional sniper patrols. There was a possibility of missing the target at this distance. He re-aimed and fired three shots.

Three clusters of sparks exploded, and then the mysterious man in the field of vision suddenly disappeared from the field of vision.

"laugh!"

There was a sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, and Murphy felt his strength draining away rapidly. He turned his head with difficulty and found that the mysterious man appeared beside him, piercing his heart with a strange long sword.

"team leader!"

Matthew Axelson raised his HK416 and fired wildly at the black shadow.

"ding ding ding"

All the bullets fired at high speed were split, and the black shadow instantly disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Matthew Axelson. The sword blade passed by and cut him and the gun into two pieces with one sword.

Hot entrails flowed over the gravel.

"This is village No.

Danny Dietz watched the two teammates who had known each other day and night being cut into pieces, and held the walkie-talkie tremblingly. He knew he wouldn't be able to wait for support to arrive.

"The patrol team has received it. Please report the identity, number and weapons and equipment of the attackers. Complete."

The patrol's answer came on the other end of the intercom.

"There is only one person, shrouded in a strange black air, and the weapon is a cold weapon. It's over."

Before Danny Dietz could finish speaking, he was nailed to the ground with a long sword, and the walkie-talkie in his hand rolled to the ground.

"Are you on drugs? Calm down, buddy!"

With a "click" sound, the walkie-talkie on the ground was trampled to pieces.

Marcus Luttele rushed out with the young men in the village. Only then did he realize that all three of his teammates were dead. The young men behind him showed horrified expressions.

"Devil, this is the devil"

Someone threw the rusty AK-47 in his hand directly to the ground, knelt on the ground and raised his hands in surrender.

"Pass!"

Marcus directly shot the grenade hanging from the bottom.

"boom!"

The grenade exploded violently, kicking up sand and dust on the ground.

Marcus squeezed the trigger, and the hot bullets shot into it like a rainstorm.

"Swish!"

He suddenly heard a sound of a body being cut open. He turned his head and found that a Pashtun youth beside him was cut open. The incision was as smooth as glass, and the muscle fibers, internal organs and bone cross-sections could be clearly seen, just like a model in anatomy class.

Blood gushed out of the blood vessels and sprayed Marcus' face.

The cold light of the starry sky flashed, and whether it was the people who knelt on the ground begging for mercy or the crazy people who shot, they were all equally broken into pieces. The hot blood quickly seeped into the yellow sand.

The fishy smell was disgusting, this was the breath of death.

Marcus was not dead yet. He swallowed hard, his body was trembling, and it was difficult to move even a finger.

The black shadow was looking at him. Marcus vaguely saw his eyes through the black air. They should be a pair of human eyes, but the fine bloodshot almost occupied the entire eyeball. There was no humanity in his eyes, only devilishness.

"Tick-tick-tick"

Drops of blood dripped from Xingxiu Jie's sword blade.

"Die!"

A flash of cold light, he felt himself flying up, his vision rolling, and finally fell to the ground. The last thing he saw was his headless body.

The black shadow shook, shaking off the blood on the sword blade, and walked towards the village.

The old people and children in the village were all there.