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The Death Scythe Mercenary Group spent a tense day, nothing happened, not even a single enemy was seen in the quiet primitive jungle.
Zhang Feng ordered everyone to rest where they were after the battle ended in the early morning.
Yesterday, they fought with the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group all night long. Without much rest, they quickly marched over to fight with the vanguard of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group.
Everyone's physical energy is consumed a lot, and the Death Scythe mercenary group is now shrunk like a bastard with its head, tail and limbs shrunk. There is no way to start, so it is better to let the people under them rest and recharge their batteries.
When the sky became dark, the dense and tall shrubs blocked the moonlight, and the entire jungle fell into darkness, Zhang Feng opened his eyes.
In the temporary camp set up by the vanguard of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group, Mayweather frowned tightly. Although he was a fool, he also knew that tonight would not be so easy, and the opponent would probably attack him that night. troops launched an attack.
"Boris, order everyone not to rest tonight! I guess the other party will definitely attack us tonight."
Hearing this, Boris agreed with his point of view, nodded and said: "I understand, deputy commander, I will inform you immediately!"
Mayweather lit a cigar, frowned and smoked it. His intestines were almost green now.
I really have nothing to do. Why do I have to win this mission from my brother? It would be nice to stay at the station.
…
Mayweather was not wrong, Zhang Feng really wanted to take action tonight.
He handed over the goshawk, hunting dog and gigolo to his side and said, "Those who should rest have already rested! Now it's time to teach the Death Scythe Mercenary Group a lesson."
"Captain, just give the order. Whatever you say, we will do it!" Goshawk said in a deep voice.
The hunting dog and the gigolo also nodded, agreeing with what Goshawk said.
"That's it! Aren't the targets shrinking up, making it impossible for us to bite them? We just have to bite them!" Zhang Feng said with a sneer: "But we can't swallow them alive like a python, otherwise we won't be able to digest them.
Instead, it will burst your stomach! We should be like ants that kill an elephant, gnawing on it bit by bit! "
"The Black Wuchang Special Forces, the White Wuchang Special Forces, and the Blood Slaughter Brigade are all broken up! Attack the Death Scythe Mercenary Group in individual units!"
"I want to turn them into frightened birds! Let them have no peace! Let them collapse themselves!"
Hearing this, the eyes of the goshawk and the hunting dog lit up. Breaking up the team can best bring out the importance of individual soldiers, and the people under them are all from indigenous peoples. Without them, they know the jungle better!
However, the gigolo's brows wrinkled slightly.
He whispered: "Madman! My blood massacre brigade are all prisoners who have just surrendered. Once they are broken into pieces and fight alone, I am afraid someone will take this opportunity to escape."
Zhang Feng had already thought of this situation, patted the dancer on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are right! But we can't guard against their escape all the time! Those who want to leave will sooner or later run away, and we can't keep them. ! We have already provided a salary of 100,000 US dollars, and now we have a death pension. If they escape again, we have no other choice! "
He lowered his head and looked at his watch and said: "It's nineteen-fifteen now! Move on time at seventeen-thirty! I still say the same thing, don't get entangled with the enemy, leave as soon as you touch it, don't be reluctant to fight, everything is to ensure your own safety. premise!"
"yes!"
The gigolo's brows were still slightly furrowed, and he walked up to the Blood Slaughter Brigade and said in a deep voice: "Move on time at 19:30! Use individuals as combat units and attack the target freely! I know that some of you are not Volunteer to join the Huangquan Mercenary Group, and even use this opportunity to escape! I won’t stop you, after all, we have already shown our sincerity, with an annual salary of 100,000 US dollars plus a death pension!”
"Captain Gigolo, if anyone wants to escape, wouldn't he be a fool? Other mercenary groups will never receive such good treatment! Anyway, I am planning to stay."
"Yes, that's what I decided too! Not only the treatment, but also our commander."
"Well, that's right! You have to spend your life to make money! It's easy to become cannon fodder in other mercenary groups, and no one cares about our life or death. The current leader's plan is really high, and he has to pay the minimum.
The battle can be won at the lowest price. "
... Everyone said in a flurry of voices, which also made the gigolo feel relieved a little.
To be honest, he also felt a lot of pressure in his heart. Although in 01, he was in charge of the intelligence department in Japan.
But the people under his command have all entered the intelligence department after layers of selection, and loyalty is not a consideration at all. It's like now, when you have to worry that the people under you will betray you at any time.
… When the time reached 19:30, the sound of gunshots once again broke the tranquility of the dark night in the primitive jungle. The chirping of insects, the chirping of birds, and the roaring of wild beasts were no longer the only sounds.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Gunshots sounded, but they were sporadic, without any pattern, and they came from all directions, without any pattern at all!
Mayweather threw the cigar on his fingers to the ground and stamped it out. I thought to myself: What is supposed to come will eventually come!
The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group also started to fight back. It seems that they didn't find out where the enemy was at all? In other words, there are enemies everywhere!
boom! A mercenary was just attracted by the gunfire from the left, but another gunshot rang out, and the bullet was shot from his right side and penetrated into his temple.
The entire skull was opened, and blood and brains were mixed together, splattering everywhere, and he was so dead that he could no longer die.
The gunfire stopped without any warning, as if it had never happened before, and the night returned to silence.
This is the effect of using individuals as combat units and fighting alone. There is no clear order, no need to charge desperately, as long as the target is found and then shot.
Other times it’s just hiding in the dark, looking for the target!
Five minutes later, a gunshot rang out and disappeared again! Ten minutes later, another gunshot rang out and disappeared again!
The nerves of the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group were tense. Facing the dark jungle, everything was unknown! I don’t know when the gunshot will sound, I don’t know where the bullet will come from, I don’t know when my head will be blown off, everyone is completely surrounded by the fear of death!
Boris's brows knitted together. He knew that if this continued, although there would not be too many casualties, the soldiers' spirits would collapse, and they must come up with countermeasures as soon as possible!