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Five days later, Zhao Qiang recovered very quickly from the gunshot wound in his leg. Although the wound still hurt like tearing, he was able to walk with the pain.
Apart from the fact that his face was still slightly pale, the gigolo was fine.
In the past five days, Zhang Feng and Johnson, who was relatively lightly injured, traveled back and forth between their house in Rudawang City and the station, transporting all the arms and supplies in the house.
Also brought are a large amount of daily necessities and necessities.
Zhai Qiang even rushed out the construction plan of the clubhouse overnight and sent it to Zhang Feng. The latter took a cursory look and found that there were no major problems.
The only thing that needs to wait now is that after Zhuo Zhaoyun sells the jewelry and the funds are returned, he can start construction.
Zhai Qiang also used this period of time to make more and more moves, increasing his efforts to penetrate into the top management of Ludawang. At the same time, he became involved with people in the Chinese business circle and was able to provide more and more useful information.
This information is sent to Mike, who is responsible for sorting it out.
On the last day, Zhang Feng, Gigolo and Johnson each went into the jungle. Box after box of grenades and bombs were ambushed near the station.
After finishing these things, Zhang Feng and Johnson said goodbye to everyone and went into the lush and endless jungle.
There are gigolos at home, and Zhang Feng is relieved. He just wants to find his tribe with Johnson and rush back. By then, the skeleton of the mercenary group will be complete, and after training, it will be able to officially form combat effectiveness. When the time comes, this bone of mine will no longer be accessible to anyone who wants to take a bite of it.
Johnson's hanging arm was also lowered. Only the injury on his shoulder was still wrapped in gauze. It would not take long to heal.
Both of them were carrying backpacks, which carried weapons and ammunition, first-aid medicine, compressed biscuits, concentrated dark chocolate, a certain amount of water, and salt.
"Johnson, how long do you think it will take to find your tribe?"
"It will take half a month at the fastest, and about a month at the slowest. Each primitive tribe has a specific movement trajectory, and will leave tribe-specific marks along the way." Johnson replied.
Zhang Feng nodded, half
One month is okay, one month is a bit too long. It is estimated that the news that the fire ant mercenary group has been destroyed will not take long and will be discovered. The mercenaries who are ready to take action may not be able to wait that long.
"In this way, Johnson, from now on. We will rest from ten o'clock in the morning to four o'clock in the afternoon, a total of six hours of rest, avoiding the hottest period at noon, and spending the rest of the time on the road. Be sure to go as fast as possible Find your tribe and come back. Is there any problem?”
"No problem!" Johnson replied without hesitation. He can't wait to find his tribe now, and he doesn't even want to delay for a moment. This is the best way.
At that moment, the two people quickly walked towards the depths of the dense forest without any hesitation.
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It took five days to walk through the vast jungle. After walking out of the jungle, we completely entered the wilderness. From a distance, there was no obstruction.
The yellow sand rolled up by the strong wind blurred the vision, and the scorching sun above made the sand and dust on the ground even hotter. The wind was also extremely hot.
"Johnson, how far are we from seeing your tribe?"
Johnson's eyes narrowed slightly and he said: "Brother Feng, now we have entered the scope of our tribe's activities. As long as we can find an oasis or a jungle, we can find the marks left by our tribe."
There is no turning back once the bow is fired. If we have reached this point, we must find Johnson's tribe no matter what.
Watching the sun gradually rise, the sun above the head became more and more fierce, and the sand and dust on the ground became even hotter. Zhang Feng then said: "Stick to the old rules, rest, and wait until the sun sets a little before we continue moving forward." After five days of survival in the wilderness, both Zhang Feng and Johnson lost a lot of weight. Because there was not enough nutrition, the eye sockets of the two people were somewhat sunken.
Before it was time to rest, Zhang Feng was awakened by a distant sound.
Frowning slightly, Johnson, who was on alert as a sentinel, did not give any warning. Zhang Feng got up from the ground and looked down at his watch at half past three.
As the sound continued to approach, Zhang Feng's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
He stood up and quickly approached Johnson's position. When he reached his side, he said: "Johnson, I'm afraid
I'm afraid we're in trouble. "
Johnson quickly asked: "What's going on? Brother Feng."
"Listen carefully."
Hearing this, Johnson listened carefully. As the sound got closer and closer, his expression changed greatly.
Zhang Feng nodded, making sure that what he heard was correct. What came out in the distance was the sound of roaring beasts. Hearing this sound, it was a cat. It was impossible for a tiger, so only a lion was left!
African lions are social animals, with one male lion leading eight or nine female lions and cubs!
The roars of lions can still be heard, indicating that they have not yet entered the state of preying, otherwise they will approach silently, and then kill with a fatal blow, tearing the throat of their prey with their sharp teeth.
An adult lion can knock down a bison weighing four to five hundred pounds, and the speed and strength of its wild run are simply unmatched by humans.
Both of them had automatic rifles in their hands. It was not difficult to shoot these lions, but the gunshots could be heard for several kilometers in an open space.
After a slight hesitation, Zhang Feng decided to avoid this group of lions. It was the dry rain season and prey was scarce. These lions were even more hungry. They would not hesitate to attack humans without any hesitation.
Just as he was about to get up and leave, Zhang Feng stopped again because his keen ears heard a very familiar sound!
"Bang!" Gunshot, M4A1 without a silencer!
"Brother Feng, aren't we leaving?" Johnson didn't hear the gunfire and asked in surprise when he saw Zhang Feng stop.
"There are gunshots! Let's go see what's going on?" Zhang Feng said solemnly. There are only two types of people holding guns in the vast wilderness, one is mercenaries, and the other is poachers.
The average poacher will choose to poach in the rainy season, and they will generally not use the M4A1 automatic rifle, which is directly fatal, but a tranquilizer gun. The former is more likely to be used.
Except for the ragtag Fire Ant mercenary group, Zhang Feng has never had contact with other mercenary groups. Naturally, he cannot let go of such an opportunity now.
"Okay." Johnson now had some blind trust in Zhang Feng like Zhao Qiang. Without any hesitation, he threw the automatic rifle behind him into his hand and quickly followed Zhang Feng.