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He took the waterproof compass out of his pocket and examined it. After a slight wobbling, the needle steadily pointed north.

He looked up again at the faint, dying embers on the distant hilltop, and determined his direction. Dugan said they should meet at the factory to the east.

He needed to find his teammates or a place to hide as soon as possible. Wandering alone in this unknown, enemy-occupied forest was tantamount to suicide.

Just as he took two steps, an extremely faint yet incredibly clear sound suddenly came from the darkness not far to his left.

The sound was very soft, like someone accidentally breaking a dry branch covered in snow.

Chu Hang's body froze instantly. Almost instinctively, he raised the submachine gun in his hand, pointing the dark muzzle at the direction from which the sound came.

His heart leaped into his throat again.

Was it a teammate? Or... a German soldier? Or perhaps some kind of wild beast from this forest?

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After a crisp "snap," the entire forest seemed to fall silent, leaving only Chu Hang's own unruly heart pounding wildly in his chest, so loud that even he found it noisy.

His body reacted instinctively in an instant.

He gripped the M1A1 submachine gun tightly in his hand, the cold stock resting against his shoulder, the muzzle steadily pointing in the direction from which the sound came, his index finger already lightly on the trigger.

The thought flashed through his mind.

He dared not move, even slowing his breathing to its absolute limit. In this environment, any unnecessary movement could turn him from hunter into prey.

The snow is the fairest thing; it records the footprints of every visitor and exposes every guy who tries to hide himself.

He listened intently; his hearing, enhanced by the self-healing factor, allowed him to detect subtle sounds that ordinary people could not perceive.

"Sand... rustle..."

It was the sound of footsteps on the thick snow. The sound was soft, cautious, and there was more than one person. It sounded like at least three or four people, in a loose formation, searching in his direction.

Chu Hang's heart sank little by little.

The members of the Howling Commandos were all unruly and fierce men; even the most cautious among them could not produce such disciplined footsteps. Especially Logan, whose gait was so loud it seemed to let everyone within a kilometer radius know he was coming.

Therefore, the only thing that can come is the enemy.

Damn, my luck is incredible. I just fell from the sky and hadn't even caught my breath when I ran headfirst into a German patrol.

Run? Don't be ridiculous. Running in this snow leaves incredibly conspicuous footprints. If the enemy fires a few bursts of bullets at you, even if you have a healing factor, being riddled with bullets will still hurt for a long time.

A direct confrontation? The enemy outnumbers them, and they definitely have automatic weapons. Although my physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people, I'm still flesh and blood; a headshot would still kill me.

Chu Hang's brain was racing at that moment, just like when he was debugging code in his previous life, frantically analyzing all possibilities, trying to find the only way to survive.

He quickly scanned the surrounding terrain. He was currently in a relatively flat clearing in the woods, with no decent cover. A dozen meters to his left, a huge pine tree, blown down by the wind and snow, lay across the snow like a natural breast wall.

That's it!

He made a decision in an instant.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately bent down, his entire body almost touching the snow, and crawled towards the fallen tree using both hands and feet. He moved extremely quietly, trying not to make a sound.

He climbed the short distance of a dozen meters in less than ten seconds. He silently hid behind the thick tree trunk, only his eyes showing, staring intently ahead through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

Soon, several dark figures appeared in the dark forest.

There were four men in total. They were dressed in white German snow camouflage uniforms, each carrying an MP40 submachine gun, the muzzles of which were pointed warily in different directions. They formed a standard diamond search formation and slowly advanced forward.

Their movements were very professional, and they maintained a distance from each other that allowed them to support one another; they were clearly well-trained elites.

Chu Hang's heart pounded even faster. He shrank back even lower, barely daring to breathe.

The four German soldiers drew closer, and Chu Hang could even hear their heavy breathing from the cold, as well as their brief, hushed exchanges in German.

Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, Chu Hang could sense that they seemed to be searching for survivors of the plane crash.

Chu Hang's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew he couldn't hide forever. The area was only so big; sooner or later, they would find his footprints and the parachute hanging in the tree. He had to strike first before they discovered him!

He's going to set up an ambush!

His gaze fell on the soldier at the very back of the formation. Trying to catch the leader first was foolish in this situation; the best approach was to start from the rear and eliminate them one by one, quietly and stealthily.

He drew the K-BAR knife from his waist, gripped it in a reverse grip, and the cold hilt instantly calmed his palms, which had been burning from nervousness.

The four-man squad passed by the fallen tree where he was hiding, at one point coming within five meters of him. Chu Hang could clearly see the frost on their gun muzzles and their noses, red from the cold.

His heart was in his throat; he felt like his heart was pounding like a drum with every beat.

The three men at the front had already passed by, and the last soldier was about to pass by his hiding place.

The moment the last soldier's back was completely exposed in front of him, Chu Hang moved!

His body shot out like a fully drawn bow! There was no sound, only a strong wind mixed with snowflakes.

The German soldier seemed to hear the wind behind him and instinctively tried to turn around.

Chu Hang's left hand shot out from behind with lightning speed, covering his mouth tightly and silencing him completely. At the same time, the cold military knife in his right hand had silently and precisely pierced into the back of his neck from the side, then slashed it forcefully!

The soldier's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widening like saucers. All his struggles and cries were silenced by Chu Hang's iron-like hand. Warm blood spurted out, splashing onto Chu Hang's hand.

Chu Hang did not let go, but used his body to support him and slowly laid him down on the snow. The whole process was done without making a sound.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the three German soldiers in front of him stopped almost at the same time.

Chu Hang's heart tightened suddenly.

The guy at the front, who seemed to be the squad leader, raised his hand to signal a halt, then cautiously scanned his surroundings. They had clearly realized their teammates hadn't followed.

"Hans?" the captain called out in a low voice in German.

In the forest, there was only the sound of the wind.

The three soldiers immediately huddled together back to back, raised their submachine guns, and pointed the muzzles at the surrounding darkness, instantly creating an extremely tense atmosphere.

Chu Hang knew he had been exposed. He only had one chance to launch a sneak attack; now, he had no choice but to fight head-on!

Without the slightest hesitation, at the very moment when the three opponents were most tense and their attention was most scattered, he suddenly stood up from behind the fallen log, and the M1A1 submachine gun in his hand roared angrily!

"Da da da da da!"

The orange-yellow flames traced a deadly fan shape in the darkness! Bullets rained down like raindrops!

The three German soldiers reacted extremely quickly, falling to the ground the instant the gunfire rang out and simultaneously returning fire.

"Thumbs up!"

Three MP40s fired simultaneously, bullets whizzing past Chu Hang's head and sides, hitting the tree trunk behind him and scattering wood chips everywhere.

After firing one shot, Chu Hang immediately retreated behind a tree trunk. He wasn't stupid; standing there and exchanging fire with three submachine guns was tantamount to suicide.

A bullet grazed his arm, tearing a bloody gash. A sharp pain shot through him, but his healing factor immediately kicked in, sending waves of tingling and itching through the wound, and the bleeding quickly stopped.

This damn ability, although it can save my life, the pain is unavoidable! Chu Hang grimaced in pain and cursed inwardly.

He was now pinned down by the firepower and couldn't even lift his head. He knew this couldn't go on; the enemy would soon encircle him.

He had an idea in mind.

He took a grenade from his belt, pulled the pin, counted to two in his head, then aimed in a direction and threw it from behind a tree trunk.

The grenade arced through the air and landed in a patch of snow about ten meters to the right of the three soldiers.

A deafening explosion! The grenade exploded, sending up clouds of snow and mud, and the flames instantly illuminated half the forest.

The three soldiers were clearly startled by the sudden explosion, their firepower momentarily halted, and they instinctively looked in the direction of the blast.

This is the gap!

Chu Hang suddenly darted out from the other side of the tree trunk, and the submachine gun in his hand fired again!

"Da da da!"

This time, he wasn't firing in bursts, but rather in precise bursts!

Two bursts of blood erupted from the chest of a German soldier who was about to get up. He fell backward before he could even scream.

The other soldier reacted quickly, and just as he turned his gun around, Chu Hang's third bullet had already accurately pierced his head.

Only the last captain is left!

The captain was a ruthless character. Instead of panicking, he rolled behind a big tree and fired wildly in Chu Hang's direction, trying to suppress him.

Chu Hang emptied his magazine, quickly retreated into cover, and swiftly pulled a new magazine from his magazine pouch to replace it. The whole process was swift and smooth, completed in less than three seconds.

Just then, he heard the enemy's gunfire stop. Clearly, they were also reloading.

A cold glint flashed in Chu Hang's eyes. Instead of exchanging fire, he suddenly rushed out from behind the cover, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, charging straight toward the tree where the captain was hiding!

The captain had just finished reloading when he looked up and saw a dark figure rushing towards him at incredible speed, terrifying him to the core. He hastily raised his gun, but it was too late.

Chu Hang was too fast! He covered the distance of more than 30 meters in the blink of an eye!

Just before the captain pulled the trigger, Chu Hang kicked him hard in the wrist holding the gun.

A crisp cracking sound rang out as the captain's MP40 submachine gun flew out of his hand, and he let out a painful scream.

Chu Hang gave him no chance, lunging forward and delivering a vicious elbow strike to his temple.

The captain's head slammed against the tree trunk behind him like a rotten watermelon. Without uttering a sound, he slid down softly and fell completely silent.

The battle is over.

Less than a minute before and after.

Chu Hang stood there, panting heavily, his adrenaline still surging through his body. He looked at the four corpses on the ground and the messy snow around him, feeling no joy of victory, only the exhaustion of surviving a catastrophe.

He walked to the captain's body, knelt down, and began searching his body. Magazines, grenades, chocolate... these were all good stuff; he couldn't waste them.

Just as he was about to search the next body, his gaze inadvertently fell on the collar insignia of the captain's uniform.

That wasn't the German Iron Cross, nor was it the SS skull.

It was a small, yet incredibly menacing metal badge.

A black skull with several twisted, octopus-like tentacles attached to its base.

Chu Hang's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

His breathing stopped.

He ripped open the captain's collar and saw a tattoo on his neck, the same design, only larger, clearer, and with an eerie red hue.