Golden Greenery

Sharma is not a shallow person. He knows what modern warfare is about and how insignificant human life is under the attack of sophisticated weapons.

But he also believed that he knew modern small-scale warfare very well, because he had six years of experience as a professional mercenary, and for six years he was the most elite soldier of the Outlaw Legion.

Whether he was involved in tribal conflicts in Africa or fighting security wars in the Middle East, Sharma's enemies were all vulnerable, at least to him.

Although he was eventually expelled by the Outlaw Corps for killing prisoners of war, Sharma believed that he was not only qualified, but also the most elite warrior on the planet. Failure to abide by the battlefield discipline of the Outlaw Legion does not affect this conclusion. It is nothing more than differences in combat concepts.

But Sharma never realized that his success in his six-year mercenary career was based on the overwhelming intelligence, logistics, and information support capabilities of the French Legion and even the French military, as well as the advanced weapons they used when facing the enemy. A powerful advantage at different levels. Moreover, his enemies were almost all rabble without any military training, which Sharma also ignored.

Sharma never clearly realized this. He even thought that he was invincible in such a small-scale war.

He had also dreamed of leading an elite group of mercenaries to severely damage and annihilate a Chinese army on a certain battlefield, avenging the once glorious Gurkha Regiment and avenging the shame of the Sharma family.

However, he also knows that in today's international environment, this is almost impossible, but it does not prevent Sharma from often having this exciting dream.

Sharma considers this doomsday guerrilla group that followed him to break through heavy siege and enter the depths of the rain forest to be elite, stronger than his mercenary comrades back then because they were all desperadoes. On the battlefield, it is very important not to be afraid of death. The less afraid of death, the more bullets will avoid you.

So when gunshots rang out in the dense forest, and all the 'team members' were killed in just four minutes, and Sharma himself had his arms and legs broken by bullets, and was captured by the enemy with a gun to his head, he thought he was having a nightmare. .

Sharma tried to tell who the enemy was from the military uniforms, but he couldn't figure it out. The few people surrounding him were all silent. They were covered tightly from toes to head in dark green camouflage camouflage, and there was nothing to identify their identity. The whole body was covered with all kinds of equipment and equipment that Sharma couldn't even name.

The enemy was even bandaging his wounds and giving him injections. Sharma didn't understand what happened in these four minutes and why his doomsday guerrillas were so vulnerable.

In fact, if they did not want to capture Sharma alive, the Tusk combat unit would not even need four minutes.

But behind these four minutes is half a year of intelligence preparation and strategic and tactical layout.

There is also the investigation and lurking of agents. The four minutes of the Fang detachment were just the harvesting operation after the completion of this series of planning, also called the final kick.

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After Sharma emerged as the real culprit, the military's intelligence investigation and analysis department went into high gear, and his background was quickly investigated.

All aspects of Sharma's personality, experience, habits, and even way of thinking have been analyzed using various digital information to make him transparent. The military already knows him better than Sharma himself.

China believes that Europe is unlikely to capture Sharma, and also judges that he will definitely end up in Colombia to hide, and even concluded that he will go from the Pacific direction.

But the Pacific Ocean is too big to make arrests in this process impractical. Therefore, before Sharma and Tutu arrived in Colombia, the agents were already lurking in the mountains there.

Every move that Sharma and Tutu made in the mountains of Colombia was actually under the radar of the Chinese military. It would be easy to kill them, but the military wanted to capture them alive.

Therefore, a reward of 200 million US dollars appeared on the dark web. Sharma, Tutu and the doomsday guerrillas actually followed the designated route of the Chinese military and entered the dense forest. Even the approximate range of the final hiding place in the dense forest has been predicted in advance.

At the same time that the 200 million bounty appeared on the dark web, the Fang team also entered the dense forests of Guangxi and began environmental simulation combat training.

The small town on the Guainha River, San Felipe, which Sharma and Tutu regarded as their contact point with the outside world, was also being predicted, so after Tutu thought he had slipped by unnoticed, he was already waiting for him. The fang warrior there was captured without firing a shot.

Tutu then led Tusk to Sharma's exact hiding place in exchange for not being shot. If we don't give you too many fangs, you can talk or not. Being locked up in a prison with food and drink until you die is the greatest preferential treatment we can give you.

Bruce Tutu cherished his life. It was better to die than to live. Even if he was imprisoned for life, it would be better than death. Sharma was ultimately betrayed by the last person he could trust.

But Sharma is a descendant of the glorious Sharma family. If he loses his dignity and pride, he will never live alone. But Sharma sadly discovered that he couldn't die even if he wanted to.

Tusk's battlefield treatment successfully saved Sharma's life, and then all the way to barges and helicopters, it was not until he boarded a large transport plane that he began a long-distance flight. Sharma was then removed from the blindfold, and his enemies also took off their tactical helmets. , and wiped the camouflage off his face.

Chinese! Chinese soldiers!

The country he hated the most, the people he hated the most, but in the end fell into their hands.

Sharma felt a chill in his desperate heart. He had never realized that since his escape, he had been subconsciously fearing such an outcome.

The Sharma family's fear of Chinese soldiers, like their pride in other aspects, is deeply etched in their genes and bone marrow.

Sharma silently observed the Chinese soldiers in the cabin. He wanted to know why they were invincible. Soon, he seemed to realize something.

In the narrow cabin, the thirteen Chinese soldiers were in an orderly manner. Whether they were resting, eating, or on alert, they were in the most rigorous and reasonable state.

Sharma 'killed' Zhuoyang. The Chinese wanted to break his bones and shred his flesh, but the thirteen Chinese soldiers did not beat him or insult him, and they did not even spit in his face. This phenomenon is absolutely impossible among mercenaries.

discipline! Military discipline!

Sharma discovers the secret, but he won't understand.

He said in English to the fang warrior next to him: "I request to see your commander." The soldier gave him a blank look.

A tall young officer came to Sharma and said to him in broken English: "I am the commander of this capture operation. I am from the People's Liberation Army of China, with the rank of major. What do you want to say?"

"Mr. Major, I think you should shoot me immediately because I killed Zhuoyang, your Chinese favorite. Shoot me now."

"I did not get an order to shoot you, and I can tell you for sure, Sharma, that Zhuoyang is not dead."

"Impossible, Major, it's absolutely impossible."

"Sharma, if you are lucky enough, maybe you will be in a prison in China until Zhuo Yang comes to visit you. Of course, you will not see that Zhuo Yang will go on to become the greatest pianist and the greatest football player in the world. Athletes will not see him get married and have children, and he and his beautiful wife will have a full house of children under the sun."

"This is impossible!"

The major smiled and said: "Sharma, I am now officially informing you as a Chinese soldier: From today on, the Sharma family is destroyed and Gorkha ceases to exist."

"You are the last Gurkha and the last Sharma."

"Also, remember my name. My name is Jiushan, and I am the brother who grew up with Zhuoyang."

Jiushan said: "After returning home, I am going to tell my brother that I killed the last Gurkha in the world and captured the last Sharma alive."