Two off-road vehicles, one on the left and one on the right, formed a crossfire. Timur and the others were crushed in a corner of the beach and there was no counterattack. The tribesmen were hit by bullets and fell down. Seeing that the Canglang clan is about to be wiped out. .
Suddenly, a rocket flew towards an off-road vehicle with a tail flame.
"RPG!!!" a mercenary standing next to the car exclaimed. Before he could say anything, the off-road vehicle was directly blown into the sky with a loud noise. Several mercenaries nearby were also lifted off by the blast, all of them were killed or injured.
Both sides were stunned by this sudden change. When they were stunned, there was a burst of gunfire from the hill on the right. The dense bullets all hit the off-road vehicle position, and several mercenaries fell to the ground with shots.
Another off-road vehicle saw that the situation was not good, and quickly escaped with the remaining mercenaries.
Seeing the opponent retreating, a whistle was heard from the hillside, a dozen horses rushed down, and thunder rushed to the mercenary position. Near the bombed off-road vehicle, there were several mercenaries stubbornly resisting, but the result was not. To be killed by the shooter on the hillside is to be chopped down by the rider on the horse.
In just a few minutes, the battle was over.
Naya stood up from behind the bunker and looked at these mysterious horsemen who were like soldiers from the sky at a loss.
After the group of cavalry turned around and ran towards Timur and the others who tried to resist, Naya couldn't help being ecstatic after seeing the rider's face—the rider leading the team in front was Daiqin, he Finally the rescuers are here!
Daiqin ran to Naya and rolled over and got off the horse. He looked at her nervously and asked, "You, are you okay?"
Naya looked at Daiqin with tears in her eyes, choked up and couldn't speak.
A tall and strong man in the rider flew up to Timur, and knelt down with a puff, "Abba, I'm late!"
Timur looked at Asgen, who was kneeling in front of him, with tears on his face. In this battle, the Canglang clan suffered more than half of the casualties, and there were only a dozen survivors, and most of them were injured.
Asgen looked at Ajislan in Tamerlane's arms and asked nervously, "Abba, Ajislan..."
"He's okay, you have to get someone to save the other brothers."
Ajislan glanced at the disabled soldiers everywhere, stood up and waved his right hand in a circle. The sporadic gunfire on the hillside stopped, and several pickup trucks emerged from the back of the mountain in a short while, rushing towards him. Drive over here.
"Daiqin, go over there and see if anyone is still alive." Asgen said, pointing to the hillside on the left.
Daiqin turned on his horse and took the other riders to clean up the remnants of the mercenary position. Although an off-road vehicle here escaped, there were still three mercenaries on the ground who had not had time to board the vehicle. One of them was shot in the head and the other was also seriously injured. Daiqin unceremoniously ended his attack. life.
A rider ran to the side of another mercenary who was lying on his stomach, and was about to make another knife on his back. Who knew that the man suddenly turned over and jumped onto the horse's back. This change happened suddenly, and everyone hadn't reacted to the man Already sitting behind the rider. The rider turned around to give him a knife, but was knocked unconscious by a punch.
When the other riders saw this scene in the distance, they wanted to raise their guns, but the man carried the rider behind his back and ran away.
Fearing that the shooting would injure their companions, several riders slapped their horses and chased them up. When they were about to get close, the man waved his right hand back and the nearest rider suddenly fell under the horse.
The other riders didn't know what happened, Zizilma stopped chasing, and watched the man escape.
Daiqin dismounted and came to the fallen rider. Seeing that he had been killed, he looked carefully at a small wound on his neck. The person next to him suddenly let out an exclamation, only to see a strange smile slowly appearing on the face of the rider who had stopped breathing.
"Poison needle!" Daiqin hurriedly stood up to signal everyone to step back. He had seen the power of Ice Poisonous Needle, and he immediately understood that the person who had just escaped was a killer/hand disguised as Bayan in the Urabato camp, and he couldn't help being shocked. This killer/hand was really a master of art. Courageous, lying on the ground pretending to be dead in full view, and then escaped from the encirclement calmly.
Asgan, who came from behind, frowned after seeing the death of the rider.
Abba, what kind of trouble are they getting into
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Prasad sat in a makeshift camp on Choba Mountain with a sad face. The wounded mercenaries are all seriously injured, and if they are not treated in time, they may be life-threatening. But the damn Jing Wumian didn't seem to care about their life or death at all, and directly took the two teams and the only two off-road vehicles to chase Timur and them.
Now they lack medical care, medicine, and transportation. The situation is very bad.
After he reported the situation here to Wang Yangming, Wang Yangming was helpless. Professor Zhang has broken the connection, and Wang Yangming has no way to control the shadow warrior. Now he can only tell him to act according to the situation.
While hesitating, the sound of a car engine suddenly sounded outside, and Prasad frowned: Are you back so soon
When I went out, I saw a few Gurkha mercenaries looking embarrassed, and they seemed to have lost the battle.
"What about the others?" Prasad asked. Only one car came back, the other one...
Several mercenaries looked at each other, and one of the older men replied: "Colonel, they are all dead."
"What?" Prasad was startled, and continued to ask: "They are all dead? Where is the'antelope' that took you there?"
Not a few people spoke, Prasad stepped forward and grabbed a person's neck, and asked viciously, "Where is the'antelope'? Is he dead or alive?"
The mercenary looked at him in horror and stammered: "I, I don't know, I didn't see..."
"Hehehehe..." Jing Wumian suddenly turned out of the corner. Although there was a laugh from his mouth, there was no expression on his face.
"The colonel is still concerned about my life and death? I really disappoint you. I'm fine, alive and kicking."
Jing Wumian said yin and yang weirdly, staring at a few mercenaries fiercely: "These men of yours are really not bad, at first sight the situation is not good, they run faster than rabbits!"
Prasad was ridiculed by him. He didn't know how to pick him up, so he asked with a cold snort, "Did Timur and the others... disappeared? How could they be like this?"
Jing Wumian stared at him coldly: "How could it be like this? I still want to ask you! How could Timur's son, the tortoise, have so many subordinates? Didn't you say that he was just a smuggler? A smuggler. Also bring a bazooka?!"
Prasad met his gaze without fear and calmly said: "The information in Asgen in my hand is originally limited. I originally planned to send someone to spy it out, but you will go your own way..."
"Don't fucking bullshit!" Jing Wumian interrupted him: "You have an inescapable responsibility for the failure of this ambush! What good is it for you to not even do an intelligence job? I don't know how Wang Yangming liked it. Yours! Grass!"
Jing Wumian cursed and said, he didn't even put Prasad in his eyes.
Prasad stood there quietly without arguing with him. He knew that the antelope had made up his mind to carry the scapegoat by himself, and now no matter how it was explained, it was useless, it could only become darker and darker.
"Don't stay here and do nothing. Now take your people to Risheng Fort! Timur must have gone to Risheng Fort with his tortoise son. We will fight there!" Prasad ordered Tao.
"But, what do we wounded do?" Prasad glanced at his men. After this battle, the mercenaries brought out had more than half of the casualties, and the rest were those around him.
"You can take it away with you who can still fight, and the rest will stay here, I will arrange them." Jing Wumian said coldly.
Prasad looked at Jing Wu's eyes and couldn't help but feel cold.
He knew what Jing Wumian meant by "arrangement".
"Why, are you rebelling?" Jing Wumian asked Prasad standing still and slanting his eyes.
Prasad turned around and said to a few surviving mercenaries: "Pack the ammunition and equipment, we will set off right away."
Jing Wumian said coldly: "I don't need to remind me what to do after arriving at Rishengbao?"
Prasad said slowly: "We will hide in disguise, first detect the enemy's situation, and wait for your order."
Jing Wumian nodded in satisfaction: "I hope you don't hold back Lao Tzu again this time!"
After Prasad and the others drove away, Jing Wumian turned and walked into the tent, looking at several seriously injured Gurkha mercenaries lying on the march, Jing Wumian showed an expression of disgust.
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It was a rare full moon night, Jing Wumian stood in front of the tent, looked up at the white moonlight, stretched out his hand to slowly remove the mask on his face, and took a long breath.
"I really don't understand why the professor sent such a bunch of waste to perform the task." A woman's voice behind said.
Jing Wumian didn't turn his head, and slowly said, "The professor must have his reason for this arrangement. You just need to follow the order. You don't need to understand."
The woman's voice said again: "Now that Timur and Asgen have joined them, what shall we do next?"
Jing Wumian turned his head, standing under the moonlight was a tall woman with a thin body and a pretty face. There was the style of a Western woman in her brows and eyes, but she carried a large sniper painted in camouflage on her shoulders.
Jing Wu Mian looked at her with a grin, and the scars on her face trembled: "Hey, I thought I would let these Gurkha mercenaries stand in front. The two of us just need to help in the dark. I didn't expect this. The wolves are so tenacious, it seems we are going to stand up and take the lead."
The woman nodded: "Kitano Chong is indeed well-deserved, and he has escaped under his nose several times."
Jing Wumian snorted coldly, "He won't have such good luck next time!"
The woman looked at Jing Wu's hideous face and asked, "How is your injury?"
Jing Wumian chuckled: "It's just a little injury, what do you think?"
The woman smiled slightly: "Don't dare, why am I your opponent."