bioinnovel Chapter 232 Myanmar!
Chapter 232 Myanmar!
There are no roads in the rainforest.
Zhang Yan used the tactical knife on his wrist to push aside a clump of ferns that was half a person tall, stepped into the damp humus layer, and his boot sank half an inch.
The air is viscous and feels like a warm film on the skin.
The chirping of insects came from all directions, so dense it was like white noise.
On the system's energy tracking interface, the thin, dark red line always points twelve degrees west of due south, as stable as a taut string.
Zhang Yan walked along this line for about forty minutes.
It's not fast.
It's not that we can't walk fast, it's that there's no need.
A forced march through the jungle is suicide!
Triplets, venomous snakes, swamp traps—any one of these could kill an ordinary person here.
Although he is not an ordinary person.
But caution is a habit.
He stopped in his tracks.
It's not because there are obstacles ahead.
It's because the ears picked up a sound that didn't belong in the rainforest.
engine.
The low-frequency vibrations from the diesel engine were coming from the northeast, about 1.5 kilometers away.
More than one.
Zhang Yan tilted his head.
On the tactical watch, the passive scanning program automatically displays the results.
Multiple mobile heat sources detected, direction: northeast-east, distance: 1.3 km.
[Quantity: 4 light armored vehicles, 2 pickup trucks (equipped with heavy machine guns), and approximately 60-70 infantrymen.]
[Armor level: AK series assault rifles, RPG-7 rocket launchers, and a small number of M2 heavy machine guns.]
[Assessment: Local armed groups in Myanmar are rapidly advancing towards the target area.]
Zhang Yan glanced in the direction.
They went there for the manor ruins.
But their route would happen to pass by him 800 meters to his left and front.
If he doesn't move, he'll most likely go unnoticed.
If he continues walking...
The engine sound suddenly changed.
slow down.
parking.
Someone was shouting in Burmese, but it was hard to hear clearly from more than a kilometer away through the tree canopy.
But Zhang Yan heard a word.
"Chinese."
Then came the sound of rapid footsteps.
Instead of continuing towards the manor.
They dispersed in his direction.
Zhang Yan's eyebrows twitched.
He looked down at the footprints he had left—the trampled ferns, the clear boot prints on the decaying leaves.
Hunters tracking prey in the rainforest don't need advanced skills to decipher these patterns.
He did not deliberately hide the traces.
Because in the original plan, there shouldn't be anyone on this route.
Dragonscale has been removed, and Kunsa's people have been cleared out.
This group of people are new.
They are most likely allies of Kunsa, or neighboring armed forces that came to reinforce him after receiving the news.
Too late.
But they didn't realize they were too late.
All they knew was that someone had attacked Kunsa's stronghold.
Now, there is a string of fresh footprints on the ground.
A rustling sound came from the bushes.
Someone is approaching.
The speed is not slow...
These people spend most of their time in the jungle, so they have a good sense of footwork and direction.
Zhang Yan stood still.
The first person to emerge from the bushes was a short, stocky soldier with dark skin, a dirty cloth wrapped around his head, and an AK-47 in his hand.
He was stunned for less than half a second when he saw Zhang Yan.
Then the gun barrel was raised.
"Don't move!"
Burmese.
Zhang Yan understood.
The system provides him with a language module that covers the major languages of Southeast Asia.
He ignored it.
More people poured out of the bushes.
A dozen, twenty, thirty...
Within thirty seconds, at least forty armed men surrounded them from three directions.
All the gun barrels were pointed at him.
At the very back, a man wearing a camouflage jacket and with a long scar on his face came out.
Judging from his demeanor, he's a leader.
He shouted something in broken Chinese.
"Chinese?"
Zhang Yan glanced at him.
"Um."
The scarred man narrowed his eyes.
He turned to the people around him and said a string of Burmese words, roughly meaning: "They came from this direction, probably from the group that attacked Brother (Kun Sa).
Then he turned back and looked at Zhang Yan.
"one person?"
Zhang Yan did not answer.
The scarred man glanced at his equipment...
A canvas backpack, a thin, close-fitting garment, no gun, no knife, no weapons.
Laughed.
He yelled at his men, something like, "Tie him up and take him back for interrogation."
Zhang Yan finally spoke.
"Get out of the way."
Chinese.
Two words.
His tone was extremely flat.
The scarred man clearly didn't understand, or perhaps he understood but didn't care.
He waved to Zhang Yan, and several soldiers approached with guns at the ready.
Zhang Yan glanced down at his tactical watch.
Time is running out.
He didn't want to waste even a minute on something so meaningless.
"The last time."
He raised his head and glanced at the group of people in front of him.
His gaze was calm.
It was calm to an abnormal degree.
It's like looking at a pile of stones on the side of the road.
"Get out of the way, or die."
This time, the scarred man understood the word "death."
His expression changed.
Then he drew the pistol from his waist and fired a shot in Zhang Yan's direction.
The bullet flew past Zhang Yan's ear by thirty centimeters and embedded itself in the tree trunk behind him.
This is a warning shot.
It's also a signal.
The surrounding soldiers instantly went into battle mode, and the sound of guns firing echoed incessantly.
Zhang Yan's expression remained unchanged.
He raised his left wrist.
I tapped on the tactical watch.
The sound of air being torn apart exploded overhead.
A silvery-white light fell from the storage space.
The enormous mechanical tiger crashed into the ground, sending soil and decaying leaves flying more than ten meters high by the shockwave.
White Tiger.
It stands four meters tall at the shoulder and is nearly eight meters long.
The streamlined, silver-white armor gleamed coldly in the dappled light of the rainforest, and the high-frequency vibrating particle claws dug into the mud, emitting a low electromagnetic hum.
The electromagnetic railgun barrel on its back slowly rose up.
The sound of charging is an extremely low-frequency vibration.
It wasn't something I heard with my ears.
It's felt by the bones.
More than forty armed men lost all sound at the same moment.
Their mouths were open, but no sound came out.
Because fear had physically choked them.
The scarred man dropped his pistol to the ground.
He didn't even feel his fingers loosen.
The white tiger's eyes shone with a ghostly blue light, its mechanical head lowered, and its breath sprayed onto the faces of the soldiers in the front row.
Zhang Yan stood in the shadow of the white tiger, his voice not loud.
"I said get out of the way."
No one moved.
It's not that I don't want to move.
My legs are weak.
The scarred man finally regained a sliver of his sanity.
He roared in a trembling voice, the gist of which was "Fire!"
Someone actually pulled the trigger.
AK-47 bullets struck the White Tiger's armor, sending sparks flying.
Not even the paint was scratched off.
Zhang Yan sighed.
"Whatever you say."
The armor plates on the back of the white tiger are flipped open.
Electromagnetic railgun.
Charging complete.
A beam of blue-white light, almost invisible to the naked eye, shot out from the muzzle of the cannon.
The beam of light did not hit anyone.
It swept past the crowd 20 meters to the right and hit an armored vehicle parked some distance away.
The armored vehicle did not explode.
It simply disappeared.
Along with the two pickup trucks behind it, a banyan tree with a diameter of half a meter, and a ground about thirty meters long and two meters wide.
Everything was vaporized.
A straight, mirror-like ditch appeared on the ground.
White smoke was rising from the cross-section of the ravine.
The soil was instantly burned into a glassy state.
The entire room fell silent.
Even the chirping of insects has stopped.
Zhang Yan's voice rang out in the deathly silence, as soft as a soliloquy.
"The next shot won't miss."