"Sided!" Fu Ping'an shouted, and Owenhao was not slow to react. He pulled two ladies to lie in the bushes on the back slope. The gunshots on the top of the mountain changed from single shots to continuous shots, which made the blades of grass fly across. Fortunately, they didn't hit anyone.

The five people were so overwhelmed by fire that they couldn't lift their heads, just like landing Allied troops who were crushed by German machine guns on Omaha Beach. Moreover, they had no guns, could not fight back, and could not escape. They were living targets when they walked out.

Fu Ping'an roared: "What the hell is this game? I won't talk about it soon after I come with a machine gun!"

Matteo Ci was anxious and white-faced, half scared and half angry. If it weren't for Fu Ping'an's hand, he would have turned into a corpse: "I don't know, this is not about the game, this is murder."

Owenhao also shouted: "We haven't got the treasure yet, they started. What's going on!"

Even if you are fighting for treasures and killing people to silence them, there is no such way to play. At least five guns are fired at a length or a short shot. They should be automatic rifles such as m16. At most, there is a sniper rifle. After a while of gunfire, it suddenly stopped. It was probably the gunman who came down to check the results of the battle.

Owenhao turned around and left, Fu Ping'an shouted: "Come back!"

This is a real battlefield. If you are not careful, you will die. Among the people present, only Fu Ping'an has truly been on the battlefield. The most important thing at this time is to calm down. Under huge pressure, people's thinking ability will decline sharply, leaving only the desire to survive. Irving Hao is like this. He can no longer care about the gentlemanly demeanor at a dangerous moment. Instinct allows him to step and escape, regardless of the scene, his girlfriend Emily.

There was also a sniper rifle on the top of the mountain to prevent them from dying. One shot came and the bullet brushed through Owenhao's cheek, which scared him so much that he turned his head and ran back. This wrong decision made him die faster. A bullet hit his forehead, with only a bullet hole on his forehead, but the back of his head was lifted away. He didn't say a word, and he immediately rushed to death.

Owenhao, who was chatting and laughing just now, was killed by someone. The cold reality made the survivors not even dare to cry, for fear of attracting a burst of shots. They looked back at Owenhao's body and were in a very complicated mood.

"Don't move, the current location is the safest, and the gun cannot be shot." Fu Ping'an comforted everyone, "The time for the enemy to come down from the top of the mountain will not be fast. You are here, I will meet them."

Mu Lan grabbed Fu Ping'an's arm, and there seemed to be thousands of words in her eyes, but it only turned into two words: "Be careful."

"I'll go with you." Matteo C said, his eyes firm.

"Can you do it?" Fu Ping'an asked. In fact, he didn't know the real Matteo, and didn't know how many secrets this kid still hid.

"I can." Matteo Ci replied. His face had returned to normal now, from surprise and fear to anger. He must have seen big scenes.

Fu Ping'an turned to Mu Lan: "Be smart and act according to the opportunity."

"I understand." Mu Lan was actually so scared that her teeth were trembling, but she was even stronger than Pan Xiaoyang, who was already scared to pee.

Fu Ping'an looked back at the fishing boats on the sea. Sa Zhiyuan had a maritime satellite phone. He must have heard the gunshots and would definitely call for help. However, when reinforcements arrived or even whether they would come, they were all different. Now they could only rescue themselves.

The two crawled forward with harpoons and machetes and sneaked into the dense forest. Fu Ping'an actually didn't learn much when he was in the army. After all, he was just a big-headed soldier guarding the island and didn't need to master so many skills. However, he learned a lot in Liangzan. Now he is a veteran who has mastered special combat skills and has practical experience.

Fighting in a strange environment is extremely difficult. The best way is to wait for the rabbit. The island has a special terrain and there is only one road up and down the mountain. Fu Ping'an found a place to set up an ambush and whispered a few words with Matteo Ci. The two of them were ambushing in a corner. After waiting for a long time, there was indeed someone going down the mountain. There was more than one person listening to the movement, and they were divided into two groups. Fu Ping'an understood that he had met a professional opponent this time.

The brave ones win when they meet on a narrow road. The main thing in the battle is to fight bravely. The battle starts in an instant. Fu Ping'an threw a harpoon and hit the person in front. At the same time, Matteo C also came out and killed the other person with one knife. The two quickly picked up their guns and fired violently.

The visibility in the dense forest was very low. Both sides shot at each other through dense branches and leaves. Regardless of whether they could hit it or not, they poured the bullets out first. Although Fu Ping'an and Matteo Ci never fought side by side, they cooperated with tacit understanding. He first shot a magazine and shouted to load it. Taking advantage of Matte Ci's shooting to cover it, he searched for the magazine from the corpse.

The man stabbed by the harpoon was not dead yet. The harpoon was stuck in his lungs. The man was no longer able to do it. He was spitting blood foam in his mouth and his eyes were dull. The man was wearing a tattered old military uniform with red cloth strips on his head. Seeing that he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, Fu Ping'an felt ache in his heart. He didn't care about pity on the battlefield. He put on a new magazine and shot a shot. The gunfire on the opposite side stopped and the enemy evacuated.

With the gun in his hand, his courage became stronger. Fu Ping'an turned around. The man was dead, his eyes were still open. He stretched out his hand to close the eyelids of the deceased, took off his canvas armed belt, and there were several canvas bullet bags hanging on it. It was the style of the US military during the Vietnam War. The gun was also American equipment. The first generation m16a1, triangular guardrail, trumpet flame suppressor, and guardrail were all grinded white.

The man who was hacked to death by Matteo Ci was even more miserable, with only a trace of skin left on his neck. Matteo Ci picked two grenades from him, turned around and grinned, and he was so calm after killing people, and his shooting posture and tactical movements were quite skillful, so he was definitely not an ordinary sailor.

The two picked up weapons and ammunition, but did not pursue the victory, but sneaked back to the starting point and waited for it. Matteo Ci seemed to be in a much better mood. He said it was okay, we just met pirates, and the army would come to rescue him soon.

"Can the army know that there are pirates here?" Mu Lan asked.

Matteo smiled without saying a word, and he splattered blood, looking extremely cruel.

On the sea, Sa Zhiyuan was anxious, but he did not take action because he was a soldier. The soldier took obedience to orders as his duty. The commander gave him was to guard the ship, so he had to stick to his post. Fighting was not only full of passion, but also strict discipline. The ship was a tool for escape and could not be thrown away.

Gunshots came again on the shore, and it was heard that both sides were shooting at each other, which proved that their own people also had guns. Sa Zhiyuan was relieved. He had called the Chinese Consulate in Basha and called his home again. His family would contact Xingmatai through channels.

The first one to arrive was the Air Force. An old-fashioned jet fighter hovered over the island, fired several rockets and hit somewhere on the back of the island. Then they heard a huge explosion and saw a high column of smoke. It must have been the Air Force that sunk the enemy's ships.

Now the enemy was trapped on the island. Their power was not as strong as they thought. If two people died, they would be greatly damaged and they would never dare to launch an attack again. The two sides were stalemate until dusk, and there were many roars in the sky. A scene that could only be seen in the Vietnam War movie appeared, and a group of helicopters roared.

The special forces of the Xingmatai Army came. The military has been working hard to rescue the whole country. Their helicopters are still old-fashioned UH-1. The soldiers are thin and wear olive green military uniforms, m1 helmets, and m4 rifles. They look very similar to the South Vietnamese army in the 1970s.

The helicopters landed on the beach one after another. A group of soldiers ran over. The leader was an officer with an eagle emblem on his collar. Fu Ping'an met him and stretched out his hand. The officer didn't look at him. He walked to Matteo and knelt on one knee. Balabala said something.

Matteo Chou had no expression on his face, said a few simple words, followed the officer, and several soldiers stepped forward and invited Fu Ping'an and others to board the plane.

"What's going on with Matteo Ci?" Pan Xiaoyang said in surprise. This was not the Matteo Ci she knew. In just a few hours, Matteo Ci went from a slutty dog-licking funny man, first turning into a cold-blooded killer, and then becoming an extremely majestic superior. He switched seamlessly and was smooth and free.

"I dare not say what his identity is, but he must be a drama artist." Fu Ping'an handed the gun to the soldiers, looked back at Owenhao on the beach. Two soldiers were burying with body bags, while the other soldiers began to march up the mountain to suppress bandits.

Looking at the other side, Matteo put on his flying helmet, waved his hand at them, got into the pilot seat of a helicopter, rose from the ground, and flew away in the air.

The armed helicopters hovered in the sky, and the machine guns on board were fired into the jungle from time to time. Fu Ping'an and others also boarded another helicopter. The cabin door was wide open, and the soldiers sat at the cabin door with their legs hanging down. Some people even stood on the landing gear, holding guns in one hand to show off.

"This is not an adventure, it is a Vietnam War cosplay." Fu Ping'an said.

The helicopter was flying in the night, and Fu Ping'an took a nap. He was relaxed, but Pan Xiaoyang was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He was excited and nervous. He never expected that the dog licking status was so noble. I don't know if it was a prince or a high-ranking official. She seemed to be the winner of the mysterious grand prize, just waiting for the lottery draw. As for Owenhao's death, it was not that important.

After flying for a long time, I finally arrived over a military base. Looking around, the land was endless, but it was just an island, but it was just a relatively large area. The helicopter group landed at the airport. Matteo, who arrived first, was nowhere to be found. A shiny Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan was parked on the runway. The driver was wearing a black suit and white gloves, standing in front of the car door with his hands crossed, and when the VIPs got off the helicopter, they opened the car door.

The four VIPs sat in the extended car. The air outside was scorching, the car was full of air conditioning, and champagne was placed in the freezer. In the passenger seat, there was an adjutant in a straight military uniform. With a wave of his hand, the seven motorcycles in front turned on their headlights, and in an arrow formation, opening the road ahead, and behind were the middle jeep guards filled with armed soldiers.

"This is the treatment of a state guest." Pan Xiaoyang said happily.

The convoy was marching on the city roads. The city was obviously not very prosperous. There were no tall buildings. Neon lights shining, and there were few vehicles on the road. Xingmatai is one of the least developed countries in the world. The per capita income was extremely low. Most of the citizens were under the food and clothing line. The capital looked even shabby than the county towns in China.

The convoy drove into a palace in the center of the city. Inside the iron fence was a large green lawn. Among them was a three-story white building with a three-story roof, four-slope roof, and three-story floors. The lights were brilliantly lit, and soldiers in red stood solemnly everywhere.

"It's not like a government agency, it's like a royal palace," said Sa Zhiyuan.

"Matthew is the prince?" Pan Xiaoyang was so surprised that he was about to cry. What else could be more romantic than the identity of a prince? And he was about to become the prince's Cinderella.

The Mercedes-Benz stopped and four attendants walked out of the palace, including white linen lapel tops, black pants, and white gloves. They welcomed the VIPs out of the car, each responsible for one, and guided them to the guest room to rest. Fu Ping'an asked Matteo C in English where he was. The attendant smiled and said that His Majesty had already gone to bed and would meet you tomorrow morning.

"It's Your Majesty." Pan Xiaoyang poked Mu Lan. His Majesty was the king. Isn't it even more satisfying to have no trouble with his father?

Each VIP has a bedroom with a bathroom. The furniture is exquisite and it is made of sandalwood, but the area is slightly smaller. This is because the entire building is a product of the 19th century, and it will be difficult for everyone to fall asleep tonight because they don’t know what kind of adventure they will face next.

The next morning, the attendant and the maid woke up the VIPs, and each prepared new clothes for them. The men were white suits and the ladies were white long skirts. After using a tropical breakfast, the attendant took them to see His Majesty.

Matteo C has reviewed documents in his office on the second floor. This office is the largest house in the palace. It has a wide range of interior furnishings and oil paintings on the walls are enough to study for a few days. Matteo C is wearing a white standing leader dress, a golden epaulette, a golden ribbon, and three medals on his left chest. His hair is meticulously combed and extremely shiny.

"Please sit down, I'll finish these copies." Matteo Ci's tone was light, just like the dog licking yesterday, but no one dared to joke with him, and they all sat quietly on the sofa.

An officer came in with the documents. Matteo browsed it, made a fork on the documents, signed his name, and said something.

"What did he sign?" Pan Xiaoyang asked, "That little look is so domineering, it's more stylish than the president signing a check."
Chapter completed!