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It's just a marathon, but it doesn't happen in a city and there are no smooth asphalt roads. Some are messy grass, thick tree trunks and vines!
Zhang Feng is like the leader at the front. All the attention of the pursuers behind him is on him, and the guns in their hands are constantly firing at Zhang Feng in front.
Miscellaneous gunshots kept ringing in the jungle, bullets hitting tree trunks and wood chips flying everywhere.
Zhang Feng's body flexibly jumped up and down, constantly changing directions, but the direction of advancement did not change. He wanted to lead the pursuers behind him into the depths of the jungle far away from where the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group was stationed.
Gunshots kept ringing behind him. As Zhang Feng ran wildly, he muttered a curse: "Made, you are really cruel, you idiot!"
Five minutes finally passed, and Goshawk's voice sounded on the wireless microphone: "Captain, the Black Wuchang Special Forces have reached the designated location!"
"What the hell! Okay! Black Wuchang Special Forces, White Wuchang Special Forces, Blood Slaughter Brigade, follow the order! Attack the Death Scythe Mercenary Group with all your strength! The firepower must be fierce, but don't get entangled with the enemy! Kill!" Zhang Feng gave the order decisively!
After chasing myself for so long, hmph, it’s time to get back on track!
"Kill!" The goshawk, hunting dog, and gigolo roared simultaneously on the wireless microphone.
The Hei Wuchang Special Forces appeared behind the Death Scythe mercenary group like ghosts, and gunshots suddenly rang out.
Mayweather was still feeling proud that the opponent had not set up an ambush in front of him at all. When he caught the person who attacked him, he would definitely skin him alive!
The sudden gunshots made the seven or eight mercenaries unable to react in time. The bullets directly penetrated their backs or blew out the back of their heads, sending them to hell.
The expression on Mayweather's face froze directly, and he roared: "Defend! There are enemies behind you!"
Without even needing to greet him, the mercenaries quickly turned around and began to organize a counterattack.
And at this moment, on both sides of the team, gunfire rang out again! Mixed in the middle are disposable individual rocket launchers and the explosion of grenades!
The heavy machine gun fire has become a machine that harvests lives. The violent gunfire completely tears apart the primitive jungle.
The tranquility of the forest. The ferocious power, not to mention human flesh and blood limbs, even tree trunks as thick as an adult's waist were broken by the heavy machine gun fire!
The one who controls the heavy machine gun is the bloody massacre brigade under the gigolo! The four heavy machine guns are all vehicle-mounted machine guns taken from jeeps.
The gigolo had murderous intent on his face. He knew in his heart that the more ferocious the fight between him, the goshawk, and the hunting dog, the easier Zhang Feng's situation would be. Otherwise, it would be easy for the pursuers to bite Zhang Feng. Danger occurs!
So he ordered four heavy machine guns to fire at the same time, and they must shoot out all the bullets in the shortest possible time!
The situation of the Death Scythe mercenary group became extremely embarrassing. They frantically pursued Zhang Feng, making their team formation too long.
At this moment, the left and right sides and the rear were under fierce attack, and the numerical advantage could not be used at all because the team was too long.
It's like a python being broken at the waist!
Hearing the roar of the violent heavy machine guns of the Blood Massacre Brigade, Goshawk also became more competitive and roared: "Kill me! Give me the grenade! Mader, how can my Hei Wuchang Special Forces Team do this? Let’s compare!”
Hound Dog had the same idea, but he sneered at the soldiers of the Bai Wuchang Special Forces and said slyly: "If our Bai Wuchang Special Forces are defeated, I will train you well after we go back, just like before. Double the training intensity!”
The unexpected attack made it difficult for the besieged Death Scythe mercenary group to organize an effective defense.
There were clearly three hundred people in number, but not even one-tenth of their combat effectiveness was exerted.
Mayweather was lying on the ground, his face looking so ugly that he seemed to be dripping with water! Boris ran to his side and shouted: "Deputy commander! Hurry up and give the order to shrink the team! We have fallen into the opponent's plan! If it is later, it will be too late!"
"Okay! Okay! Retreat immediately and shrink your troops!" Mayweather quickly gave the order.
Wild explosions, gunshots, and screams mixed together and became the main theme in the jungle for a while.
Corpses were scattered in the grass, and the green weeds were dyed bright red!
"Madman! If the target gradually retreats, should we bite them?" the gigolo's voice sounded on the wireless microphone.
Zhang Feng looked through the scope and saw the situation clearly.
"No need to pursue! Don't keep the enemy too close, otherwise a crazy counterattack is likely to cause us a lot of casualties!"
"Stay where you are and let them shrink their troops. After it calms down, each of them will clean the battlefield and count the casualties."
After hearing his order, Goshawk and others all replied at the same time: "Yes, Captain!"
The troops of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group quickly converged and huddled up again. All the mercenaries lost their relaxed expressions, and unknowingly they had gone deep into the jungle.
The tall trees that blocked the sky, the messy grass, and the vines that blocked the view all filled the jungle with a faint smell of blood.
At this moment, the mercenaries feel a sense of fear in their hearts. Elusive enemies may appear at any time. Cold shots are fatal. No one wants to die!
Mayweather sat on a tree root with an expression frozen on his face.
Boris walked over and whispered: "Deputy Commander, now we should report our current situation to Commander Joseph. We have lost one-third of our personnel, and this matter must be reported!"
Mayweather gritted his teeth.
Among the entire vanguard force, he was the only one who knew the true purpose of this operation. Gold mine, countless gold!
He knew that he really had to report it, otherwise he would probably be dragged to death in the jungle.
"I know! I'll leave Boris's defense to you!" Mayweather said and waved his hand to let Boris leave.
He took out the satellite phone from his backpack and dialed Joseph's phone. After two beeps, he was connected and he said, "Brother, the situation here is not good."
Hearing this, Joseph was surprised and said: "Is the situation not good? Is the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group station occupied by Manfred's government troops?"
"No... no. I haven't arrived at the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group's station yet, but I was attacked and more than a hundred soldiers were killed." Mayweather said with difficulty.
"What? What did you say?" Joseph cursed angrily: "You trash! Tell me, what happened? Which mercenary group attacked your troops? Or did they encounter Manfred's government troops? "