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It turned out that Johnson had no management experience. It was okay to manage the Minotaur and Horse Face Brigade with Tooth Skull before, but now he was asked to be responsible for the entire Blood Wolf Mercenary Group alone, which gave him a huge headache.
Fortunately, there were Goshawk and Hound from the Black and White Impermanence Special Forces by his side, otherwise he really wouldn't know what to do.
That's why when he received a call from Zhang Feng, he was particularly excited, as if he was finally free.
Zhang Feng shook his head quickly. It seemed that he had made a mistake. I am afraid that no one would be more suitable than him to let Johnson charge into the battle. But when it comes to leading troops, a rough man like him cannot do this job!
Smiling, he patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Please notify me of my return order."
He looked down at his watch and saw that it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. The sun above his head was at its hottest at this moment, so he said, "Tell the goshawk and the hound to come to me at three o'clock in the afternoon, and you will come over then."
"Okay, Brother Feng!" Johnson agreed and went to inform Zhang Feng of his return.
Zhang Feng walked towards the house where Hu Xinting was resting, his brows furrowed together, and he was secretly thinking about what tricks the Death Scythe Mercenary Group wanted to play
The current situation is completely inconsistent with common sense. He traveled a long way here for the gold mine, but he only symbolically attacked the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group twice, and then died down? This is completely unreasonable.
If the Death Scythe Mercenary Group can become the fourth smallest mercenary group in the African mercenary world, then its leader must not be stupid.
After several tentative attacks, we must have figured out the real situation in the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, so why not attack directly
Could it be that I overestimated him
These questions make Zhang Feng really puzzled. Is the Death Scythe Mercenary Group really scared? Or is the current calm just the eve before the storm? The quieter it is, the more violent the storm will be when it comes.
Zhang Feng took a backpack from Johnson. There was some water and dry food in the backpack.
Through the crack in the door, I saw that Hu Xinting was sleeping soundly. Thinking that she was too tired, I didn't go in to disturb her.
After closing the door again, he built a flame outside, poured water into the military lunch box, waited until the water boiled, and threw some dried meat and compressed biscuits into it. When it boiled again, he threw some salt into it. .
Carrying the hot lunch box, he walked to the shadow of the house and sat down. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, put it in his mouth and started smoking.
To be honest, if possible, Zhang Feng really doesn't want to face Hu Xinting again.
Some good things should stay in memories forever. When faced again, the good things will be slowly worn away by reality.
But now there is no chance to choose, because Hu Xinting has already appeared in front of him.
Zhang Feng smiled bitterly, and he understood that Hu Xinting was not Zhuo Zhaoyun, or Yun Qian.
Zhuo Zhaoyun or Yun Qian could change their minds, but Hu Xinting could not. She is soft on the outside but strong on the inside, and looks like she always has a faint smile on her lips, which seems to be able to melt all the ice.
But she is extremely strong in her heart. As long as she decides something, no one can change it! no matter who!
Hearing the sound of Hu Xinting waking up in the room, Zhang Feng stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, pushed the door open and walked in. The general placed a lunch box in front of her and said with a smile: "This is the environment here, you just have to endure it." Just wait, I’ll take care of you when I get back to Rwanda.”
"It's okay!" Hu Xinting took the military lunch box and frowned slightly when she saw the gray food inside.
Not only does it look ugly, it also has a strange smell. Hu Xinting is not picky about food, but she doesn't know how to eat it for a while.
"Is there anything else to eat?" He looked at Zhang Feng and asked.
Zhang Feng nodded, took out a pack of compressed biscuits from his backpack, and said, "The only ones left are compressed biscuits, but I suggest you still eat the food in the box."
Hu Xinting shook her head, took the biscuits anyway, and handed the general lunch box to Zhang Feng again.
Zhang Feng did not continue to force himself. Although the food in the lunch box tasted bad and looked ugly, real mercenaries knew that being able to eat such food while in a state of combat at any time was simply a luxury and luxury. enjoy.
As a result, the lunch box, no matter what, was quickly swallowed into his stomach. Zhang Feng said: "You continue to rest for a while. If you really can't hold on, I will send you to Rwanda. Although it is a third world, But it’s infinitely better than being in the wilderness.”
"I can still persist. By the way, I want to see the gold mine." Hu Xinting said.
Zhang Feng pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders, "It will be a little later. I have something else to do in the afternoon."
Now that he has said this, Hu Xinting is not insisting. He put the dry compressed biscuit into his mouth and chewed it. When he swallowed, his throat was scratched. He had no choice but to pick up the water bottle and take a few sips.
The clear water has a bitter taste in your mouth, and you can even feel the turbidity of the water on the tip of your tongue.
Only then did Hu Xinting realize that it seemed that the life of a mercenary in Africa was not as simple as she imagined. On the contrary, it was very difficult.
Zhang Feng walked out of the room and found a shady spot under the eaves. He casually sat on the ground and looked at the time. There was still an hour until three o'clock in the afternoon. He simply closed his eyes and squinted.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Johnson, Goshawk and Hound arrived on time.
Zhang Feng also woke up from his drowsy sleep, rubbed his face twice with rough palms, then took out cigarettes and distributed them to the three of them. He lit one and started smoking. Then he said: "This time thanks everyone."
In the following time, Zhang Feng briefly told them what happened in Rwanda.
The faces of the goshawk and the hound showed unbelievable excitement, and at the same time they were a little annoyed. They attacked the convoy of the American consulate abroad. They did not participate in such a fun thing.
Seeing their expressions, Zhang Feng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth twice, wondering why his men really looked like terrorists.
"Captain, you are so uninterested that you didn't involve Hound and I in such a thing." Goshawk said with some regret.
"That's the leader!" Hound Dog also echoed.
"Joking aside, this matter must not be spread. I don't want an American fighter jet to appear on top of my head one day! And you don't have to worry, there will be a chance for you to fight against the American special forces!" Zhang Feng said .
Goshawk and Hound both nodded. They were not fools. They knew how much harm this matter would bring to the Huangquan Mercenary Group once the secret was leaked.