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Some of the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group became interested in Zhang Feng's surrender letter. After just a few words of argument, they were immediately ridiculed by others.
"What? What you said means that you want to surrender to this Huangquan mercenary group, right?"
"Want to be a traitor? Or do you want to be a deserter?"
The mercenary quickly defended himself and said: "No, I am a mercenary from the Death Scythe Mercenary Group. How could I surrender? It was just nonsense."
In fact, how can others know what he is thinking.
And even if he really wanted to surrender, he couldn't say it so blatantly, otherwise he would be doomed if he offended the public.
The mercenaries who saw Zhang Feng's surrender letter had the same idea as him, but they all buried their thoughts in their hearts and did not dare to speak out.
This situation has achieved the effect Zhang Feng expected.
In addition, when they saw the friendly reminder at the end of the surrender letter, they cursed again.
After being chased all night long, I had just rested for a while, and was about to be attacked again. There were only two hours in between, and now half an hour has almost passed!
"Damn it, I think this Huangquan special operations team is crazy for attacking so desperately!"
"If you ask me, why should we run away? Let's just get up and fight them."
"I think so! When have our Death Scythe mercenary group ever been so useless! Besides, the other party is just a little-known mercenary group!"
Some people wanted to fight back, and naturally some people disagreed and immediately expressed their opinions.
"I think it is unwise to start a fight with the Huangquan mercenary group now, and we don't know how many people their mercenary group has!"
"Although it seems that their number is not large now, who can guarantee that this is not the opponent's conspiracy?"
"Also, now that Boris has been shot in the head, there is no commander! And I contacted Captain Joseph, but I didn't get a clear reply!"
"I think so. We should conserve our strength now and retreat temporarily! Anyway, our current casualties are not huge!"
People holding these two opinions hold their own opinions and refuse to give in to each other, and they cannot unify their views for a while.
This is all because their temporary commander Boris was beheaded. There can only be one unified voice in an army, otherwise orders and prohibitions cannot be implemented.
After a two-hour break, Zhang Feng gave the order to the goshawk, hunting dog and gigolo to continue the attack through the wireless microphone.
The Black Wuchang Special Forces, the Bai Wuchang Special Forces, and the Blood Slaughter Brigade quickly entered the battle.
The primitive jungle that had just calmed down once again heard gunshots, bullets hitting the tree trunks with bangs, and sawdust flying everywhere.
Bullets flying across the body hit a person's body. The entrance is only a bullet hole the size of a thumb, but the exit is as big as the mouth of a bowl. If you don't get timely and effective treatment, you will be dead.
If at the tragic point, the bullet directly hits the vital part, it will not even let out a scream, and it will kill instantly!
Student Wen Kaiqi controlled the drone and watched the overall movements of the Death Scythe mercenary group from a distance!
Because of the two hours of rest, the Huangquan mercenary group's physical strength had recovered, and their offensive firepower became more fierce.
The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group cannot organize an effective defense if their opinions are not unified. They can only fight back symbolically and then continue to retreat.
Near noon, student Wen Kaiqi informed Zhang Feng via wireless microphone: "Madman, the retreat direction of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group is a bit deviated, and they are retreating towards 11 o'clock!"
Um? Zhang Feng's brows wrinkled slightly.
The quagmire he arranged for the Death Scythe Mercenary Group is at the 12 o'clock direction. If they retreat to the 11 o'clock direction, they will be in vain!
He whispered through the wireless microphone: "Goshawk, hunting dog, and gigolo keep attacking! The Huangquan special operations team is ready to fight!"
Finally, the Huangquan special operations team re-entered the battle. They had been in a state of rest since they beheaded Boris of the Death Scythe mercenary group last night, and now their physical and mental abilities are at their peak.
The King of Hell, the jackal, the tyrannosaurus, and the monkey all quickly checked their weapon preparations. After confirming that they were correct, they quickly started to move with Zhang Feng.
As Zhang Feng hurried on, he whispered: "Student, continue to pay attention to the retreat of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group, and notify me immediately if there are any changes."
"Okay! Madman!" Student Wen Kaiqi did not participate in the action. His mission is to continue to pay attention to the Death Scythe Mercenary Group!
Zhang Feng led the King of Hell and others from behind the Blood Slaughter Brigade to the other side of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group's flank!
Since the retreat trajectory of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group has deviated, it is natural that some action must be taken to correct it.
After moving to the predetermined position, Zhang Feng clenched his fist with his right hand, and everyone behind him immediately stopped!
He whispered: "We only have five people now! If we want to force the opponent to change the direction of retreat, we must cause strong damage to the opponent as soon as possible! So for a while, first open the way with grenades, then sweep with strong firepower, and then retreat quickly!" If we can't force the opponent to change the direction of retreat, then we will repeat it after a while until it hurts!"
"Yes!" The King of Hell and others said.
Zhang Feng and others lowered their bodies and quickly approached the flank of the Death Scythe mercenary group.
Because Goshawk and others were constantly attacking from behind, attracting the target's attention.
Therefore, the Huangquan special operations team successfully approached a distance of about 100 meters from the flank of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group. From this distance, grenades can be thrown.
"Action!" Zhang Feng roared.
The King of Hell and others quickly took out the grenades, pulled out the steel pins, and threw them out with a roar!
The dripping grenade traced a long trajectory and suddenly landed among the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group.
A violent explosion suddenly sounded, and the sound of roaring and roaring was endless!
The screams were mixed with the explosions, making them extremely sad.
The first round of grenades was thrown, but Zhang Feng and others did not hesitate at all. The second round of grenades was thrown over without any delay.
Before the grenades fell on the camp of the Death Scythe mercenary group, everyone was holding their automatic rifles, pulling the triggers, and shooting wildly!
Da da da!
Under the sound of explosions and the roar of automatic rifles, each mercenary's life was harvested. They fell to the ground and never got up again.
"Retreat!" Seeing that the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group who were attacked calmed down from the initial panic and started to fight back, Zhang Feng gave the order decisively!