Although he was not wearing night vision goggles, the blood flowing from his body and shadows in the chaotic battle would still be extremely conspicuous under the firelight.
Bahram took a deep breath and stabbed the guy who was entangled with him.
He expected to see uniforms or armor, but instead saw only muscle and hair as he left a clear blow.
This guy is really strong.
Bahram thrust harder before thrusting a second time, the blade trembling as it struck bone.
As the dagger pierced hard, the corresponding roar echoed in the tunnel.
He took a few steps back, drew his weapon before his attacker could pounce, and backed up against the wall.
By the flickering light of the fire, he saw that he had stabbed a large man with a fleshy face, wearing an ill-fitting combat uniform, with a bare chest and several grenades strapped to his waist.
He lunged at Bahram like a bear, dagger in hand thirsting for blood and revenge.
At this moment, Bahram's brain was unusually calm. He rushed forward suddenly, then bent down and passed under the opponent's armpit, then turned around and took a step forward, stabbing the knife upward and inward deeply.
As the dagger penetrated deeply, he savored the satisfying vibration of the steel, and the warmth of the gushing blood flooded his hand.
The next second, moans and tremors came from the front.
The opponent turned around and swung the dagger away, but Bahram turned his head to avoid it, as if he had anticipated his move.
Bahram originally expected to kill the opponent with that knife, but obviously the big man was not that fragile.
Seeing the opponent's sharp blade approaching, he dodged to the right at a speed he couldn't normally do, and at the same time swung his right leg out like an iron whip.
Following the muffled sound, the man staggered back, clutching his chest, and his ribs seemed to have been cracked by the kick.
When he was staggering back, Bahram had already rushed forward, hooked his left hand on the opponent's right arm, and suddenly swung the dagger, causing the opponent's weapon to fall from his hand to the ground with a scream.
But the man hasn't given up yet.
Although Bahram's offense was successful, he was forced to get close to his opponent, so the big man gave him a headbutt.
"Well--"
He made a sound of pain and staggered back.
The other party's hard forehead hit the center of his face, causing severe pain and blood to cover his entire face.
He staggered, narrowly avoiding the bullets that passed over his head.
The big man was frantically trying to pull something out of his belt, but the tendons in his right wrist had been severed, so he could only use his less skilled left hand.
In anger, he simply pulled off his belt.
But as soon as his hand was raised, Bahram gave it a roundhouse kick and sent it flying into the darkness out of sight.
At that moment, he clearly saw a string of grenades tied to his belt.
Then the two fell into close-to-hand combat, as if they were fighting in a spider web, and any wrong move would lead to death or being hit by stray bullets around them.
In the flickering light of the fire, the opponent's huge fist flew over. Bahram dodged to the left, and then punched the opponent in the ribs.
Although his hands were not as good as those of those who were accustomed to using swords, they were covered with calluses from years of hard work, but they were also dripping with blood from the repeated blows to his bones.
Bahram tried to get behind his opponent, but the big man grabbed him and choked him.
This should have signaled the end of the battle, but the man only had one good hand to use.
The boy roared, tensing his neck muscles against the effort that choked him.
Instinct told him that there was only one simple way to get rid of such a tackle-to throw the opponent away with an over-the-shoulder throw.
But the size difference between the two is too big, so it is difficult to use such skills.
So he chose to rush backwards, and the two of them fell backwards almost at the same time.
The next second, the back of the big man's head hit a huge pebble. The impact caused his head to shake forward, and his nose involuntarily hit the back of Bahram's head.
This blow was so violent that even Bahram frowned in pain.
But it made the other guy let go of his neck anyway, and he turned around and stabbed his fingers dizzily.
His index and middle fingers poked the other person's face, almost piercing the other person's eyeball.
The man immediately lowered his head instinctively, made a vague sound, staggered back and leaned against the rock wall, slipping to the ground.
Several bullets whizzed by, and Bahram had to bend down to avoid them.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man fell to the ground and began to crawl on the gravel.
Looking in the direction in which the other person was crawling, Bahram realized that the person was dragging him towards the belt that had been kicked away before. In the process, his hand was still pushing forward hard.
"Stop—"
Realizing the danger, Bahram jumped on the big man, held him down, and tried to drag him back.
But the man suddenly burst out with great strength. He dragged Bahram along with him on the ground and struggled to get to the belt.
Bahram clamped the opponent's arm tightly with his arms, trying to prevent him from reaching forward any further, grabbed a sharp stone on the side, and hammered the man's spine crazily.
In the darkness, humanity fades away, leaving them with only crazy animality.
Even though his back was bruised with blood from the rocks, the big man was still struggling to move towards the belt.
Ten centimeters, five centimeters, the bloody fingers trembled and grabbed the grenades.
Bahram, who was already red-eyed, suddenly saw a flash of light in the darkness.
The dagger he dropped lay beside them.
So he grabbed the dagger and stabbed it in from behind with all his strength.
This time, it stabbed directly into the heart.
The big man was trembling under Bahram. He still reached for the belt with his arm. At this time, he was only one finger away from it.
He gasped unwillingly.
"Feel sorry."
After Bahram whispered, he pulled out the dagger and slashed the opponent's neck from behind.
The outstretched hand then fell weakly.
After a brief shudder, there was silence.
Bahram then obtained the grenades.
boom--!
When those grenades flew into the crowd, the battle lost its suspense.
"How did you get him just now?"
Everyone gathered around the big man who had just died, and Oscar confirmed that this man should be the leader of the team they eliminated.
After the noisy battle, the silence could no longer be tolerated, and shivers ran down Bahram's spine and into his right arm, making his dagger tremble.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his grip, wiped his blood-stained face with his sleeve, and then stared into the darkness, but there was nothing there now.
"I--"
It felt like an eternity passed before Bahram uttered these words, his voice sounding like a harsh, hoarse whisper.
"I don't know either."
Suddenly, there was a faint explosion outside the cave. The boys ran to the entrance of the cave and saw a golden signal flare rising.
The sunrise on the sixth day has arrived.
