Pretty CEO's Soldier Son-in-law

0A drop of dew slid down along the leaves and landed on Ye Xinshang's upper lip.    

    

Before the drop of dew could fall, it was quickly sucked into his mouth by the tip of his tongue.    

    

What could a drop of dew do?    

    

The average person hardly ever thinks about it, even if he's dying of thirst in the desert.    

    

However, Ye Xinshang's mind shook, and his heavy eyelids slowly opened: With the dew, it means that the fifth day after he entered Handler Forest, was about to come.    

    

He did not know what was happening to the other forty-nine people who had come with him.    

    

All he knew was that before he'd fallen into the hole that was covered in grass and dried branches, he'd seen at least seven of his comrades fall.    

    

He also saw with his own eyes that two of his comrades had just fallen, and the Zealot s were like wild dogs in a grave as they rushed forward and tore into pieces. Yes, they tore into pieces, cut off their heads, cut open their stomachs, held onto their internal organs and smeared them on their faces and bodies, making them look like demons.    

    

Ever since Ye Xinshang joined the army, especially after he joined Nine Dragon King, he had experienced hundreds of battles, both large and small. He was used to seeing death and disregarding life, but he had never encountered an enemy like this.    

    

In the past, no matter how vicious an enemy was, no matter which party died, those who survived would at least show respect to the other party and not abuse their corpses.    

    

But these people.    

    

Were these people humans?    

    

Ye Xinshang, who fainted right after falling into a hole in the ground, thought about this question for a few hours.    

    

Now, after he woke up from his coma, he started to think out loud out of habit.    

    

Other than thinking, he had nothing else to do. As his injuries got worse and worse, he was unable to move his limbs.    

    

As soon as they entered the Handler Forest, the fifty of them split into ten groups, each of them with a team leader and two vice team leaders. The ten groups split up into dozens of kilometers of forest, and with their sharp blades defending against each other, they agilely entered the forest.    

    

At the beginning, the process was very smooth. After stealthily getting rid of more than a dozen enemy sentries, they gradually approached the heart of the forest, and even heard the cheers from the crowd in the distance.    

    

However, just as they stopped in their tracks at the same time, ready to take a break before suddenly starting a war, gunshots from all directions rang out without warning.    

    

When Ye Xinshang and the others received this mission, they realized that this was a journey of death. Following their usual habits, they raised the danger level of this mission to its most dazzling red, expecting to encounter hundreds of Zealot in this forest.    

    

However, never in their wildest dreams would they imagine that the Zealot in the forest would actually have over a thousand people.    

    

And most importantly, there were three professional mercenaries!    

    

What did a mercenary mean?    

    

It represented death and madness!    

    

The ultimate goal of mercenaries was to kill people. All the preparations they had made were to ensure that their enemies would die as soon as possible.    

    

Just like how he didn't touch a woman for thirty years and finally met a naked beauty's cudgel in the wilderness, the battle had just begun and he had already entered a white-hot state.    

    

It was undeniable that Ye Xinshang and the others, as one of the most elite agents in the world, reacted quickly and correctly in the face of sudden danger. Fifty people, after experiencing the initial panic and slight casualties, immediately disrupted the formation, dispersed into the forest, and relied on trees and grass to launch a strong counterattack against the enemy in time.    

    

Under Ye Xinshang and the others' counterattack, the Zealot who were shouting and pouncing over suffered heavy casualties. After the battle had lasted for 10 minutes, at least 100 enemy corpses were lying on the ground.    

    

However, what made Ye Xinshang and the rest fearful was that there were too many Zealot s. As if they were afraid of losing control of their nerves, they raised their Ak-47 and rushed towards them.    

    

The bullets, like a violent storm, were rapidly radiating in all directions, with a location in the Handler Primordial Forest at the center of it all.    

    

At the same time, a thousand to two thousand rounds of bullets would be fired in a second, converging on this central point from all directions.    

    

This was definitely a military operation that modern agents could not even come across. No matter how skilled you were, how accurate your marksmanship was, you were not ten percent sure that you would be able to dodge bullets coming from who knows where at the next moment.    

    

The thing that worried Ye Xinshang the most was that after more than an hour of fighting, those elite mercenaries that truly killed did not get into close combat.    

    

They occupied the advantageous terrain that was Gu Wuyou's base. Leaning on the tree, they used their sniper rifles to aim at a high vantage point.    

    

Almost every time a shot was fired, a comrade would be sacrificed.    

    

After encountering such a dangerous situation, Ye Xinshang and the others immediately broke out of the encirclement. They must not stay where they were or else it wouldn't be long before they would be completely annihilated because there were too many enemies.    

    

With their rich combat experience, the ten teams split into two groups: one group broke through the encirclement, one group broke off the encirclement, and soon, with the cover of the trees, they broke through the enemy's encirclement, bringing the battlefield into a free-for-all mode.    

    

At this moment, the mercenaries finally moved.    

    

The real battle royale had begun.    

    

Bullets were whizzing, Shadow was running, miserable cries could be heard one after another, the forest was filled with a thick smell of blood, this place had become hell, and the lives of humans were even more fragile than leaves.    

    

As the war grew hotter, almost everyone lost their minds: they only had the instinct to kill!    

    

Ye Xinshang saw with his own eyes that when the two Zealot s met, they would shoot crazily at each other …    

    

This was a free-for-all, an absolute free-for-all!    

    

Enemies with over a thousand Zealot and over a hundred mercenaries began a chaotic battle with Ye Xinshang and the others.    

    

When the battle had lasted more than three hours, Ye Xinshang and the others had already suffered over half of the casualties.    

    

However, even more enemies died. After all, there were too many of them, so the possibility of accidental death was not excluded.    

    

The only thing that made Ye Xinshang slightly disappointed was that the three groups of mercenaries were able to maintain absolute calmness even when they had the upper hand. Each group wore their own unique colors of clothing, and they were divided into three neat formations, one in front, the other in the middle, and the last in the hall.    

    

Strictly speaking, the first day of the war was over.    

    

Because Ye Xinshang and the others had almost emptied their bullets and lost the advantage of confronting the enemy head on. They could only rely on the cover of the trees and bushes to hide.    

    

Yes, hiding.    

    

As a proud criminal of the dynasty, Ye Xinshang didn't want to use hiding or simply calling himself defeated to describe himself.    

    

But in reality, was it just to let them fight a fully armed enemy with their bare hands?    

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As to how many of his comrades had died, or what had happened to Tieh Tu and Huang Loong, Ye Xinshang couldn't care less.    

    

At the very least, when he had been shot in the back with more than a dozen gunshot wounds, he could not care less.    

    

After Ye Xinshang woke up from his coma a few hours ago, the sounds of gunshots that sounded like popping beans had stopped long ago.    

    

The cave Ye Xinshang fell into was probably the nest of some kind of animal. It was less than a square meter in the ground, and as long as he stood up, his head would be exposed from the ground.    

    

He tried to stand up several times, but every time he used a bit of strength, he would faint from the pain.    

    

After passing out for the fourth time, Ye Xinshang woke up and saw the light of the sky.    

    

Daybreak had arrived.    

    

The time they had entered the Handler Forest, was yesterday evening.    

    

According to the original plan, the fifty people who were participating in the battle all carried food that could last for three to five days, first aid kits, and bullets that could be fired a thousand times.    

    

When Ye Xinshang fell into the hole, a thousand rounds of bullets became clean.    

    

Food and first aid kit were also lost in the melee, but now he could only lie there motionless, waiting for death.    

    

On the second day after the battle started, there were still scattered gunshots. Zealot s who were shouting vulgarities would rush over from time to time.    

    

This proved that some of his comrades were still alive and trying to break through the encirclement.    

    

On the third day, there was no sound in the morning. In the afternoon, however, intense gunshots rang out.    

    

According to Ye Xinshang's judgement, it should be the southernmost area of the forest.    

    

This time the gun rang out for a long time, and even after dark, he would occasionally think about it.    

    

On the fourth day, the forest was deathly silent.    

    

On the morning of the fifth day, a few waves of Zealot s ran past the hole and woke up the unconscious Ye Xinshang.    

    

Just like how Ye Xinshang was concerned about something, the two Zealot stopped and leaned against a tree to light a cigarette, resting for a bit: "Did you hear, the one who broke into the forest yesterday was a Goddess?"    

    

The other one quickly asked, "You're a girl from the imperial court? "Whoa, have they been shot or captured alive?"    

    

"F * ck, I ran."    

    

"What?" And you even gave her the chance to run away? "    

    

"Hmph, I heard from Baggins that Wu Jingan wanted to capture him alive, but he let him escape."    

    

The previous man said, "But Baggins also said that the Boss let that girl run away on purpose to use her as bait to kill more Chinese people. He also said that the 'White Shark Legion' had been left behind to deal with the Deities Templar's reinforcements. "Looks like the boss swore to capture at least one alive."    

    

Another person asked, "Then, when will the enemy come to throw away his life?"    

    

"It should be tonight."    

    

The person from before seemed to be spitting out saliva, "He's gone, he's gone. If you keep blabbering like this, he'll get angry!"    

    

Ye Xinshang's eyes slowly lit up when he heard the footsteps of the two: A girl broke in on the afternoon of the third day? Who could it be? Could it be …?    

    

Ye Xinshang, who was originally on the verge of death due to thirst and suffering from severe injuries, suddenly had a surge of emotions. He vaguely guessed who that girl from the God Court was.    

    

But he didn't want that girl, the girl he thought of.    

    

He really wanted to climb out and desperately find that girl and die together with her!    

    

However, the slightest movement would result in a heart-wrenching pain that would cause his vision to darken.    

    

This kind of powerless state made the usually calm Ye Xinshang burst into noise. He clenched his teeth and sat up. As soon as he stood up, he immediately fell into darkness until a drop of dew fell on his lips.    

    

Just when Ye Xinshang thought back to the situation of the past few days helplessly, Smith, the leader of the White Shark Mercenary Corps, came in from the anti-forgery tent about four to five hundred meters away.    

    

The mercenary who was in charge of the night watch was a R Country person with a cold face like that of Gao Cang Jian. His nickname was Boxing King.    

    

As the name implied, Boxing King's kung fu skills were quite impressive.    

    

Boxing King's favorite thing was to use his invincible iron fists to smash the enemy's face into pieces.