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The retreat trajectory of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group has not completely returned to the 12 o'clock direction he planned, so Zhang Feng decided to make another correction to the Death Scythe Mercenary Group!
However, now that his leg is injured and he reluctantly participates in the battle, not only will he not be able to provide enough help, but he will become a drag on the team.
Not only does it slow down the team's attack and retreat speed, it also distracts comrades from taking care of themselves.
Therefore, Zhang Feng looked at the King of Hell, whose face was gloomy, and he was obviously still immersed in guilt for causing Zhang Feng's injury.
"King of Hell, I'm ready to take a rest. As a hands-off shopkeeper, I have to leave the following matters to you." He said with a smile.
After hearing Zhang Feng's words, the King of Hell's eyes widened and he said in a deep voice: "Madman, just give the order from behind. I promise to complete your order without reservation!"
"King of Hell, everyone has heard what you said, so I'll leave it to you!"
Zhang Feng continued: "Now the Death Scythe Mercenary Group has just been attacked by us, and the nerves are still tense. We are not in a hurry. Let them relax first. In this way, in an hour, you, the King of Hell, will lead the Huangquan Special Battle The team is conducting an attack on the Death Scythe mercenary group! Completely correct their retreat direction."
"No problem!" said the King of Hell, patting his chest.
Zhang Feng retreated from the Huangquan Special Forces Team as promised, and instead came to the Gigolo's Blood Massacre Brigade.
The gigolo frowned and looked at the wound on his leg, "How is it?"
"I can't die." Zhang Feng shrugged.
"I knew that you kid couldn't die. Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. It's hard for a bastard like you to die even if you want to." The gigolo laughed and scolded.
"Go away, you can't spit out ivory from a dog's mouth." Zhang Feng retorted.
Following the Blood Slaughter Brigade, Zhang Feng took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Johnson's number. The latter had followed his orders to set up a quagmire for the Death Scythe Mercenary Group. He didn't know how it went.
After the call was connected, he said, "Johnson, how are your preparations over there?"
"We're almost ready. We'll be ready in half a day. Then we can wait for the bastards from the Death Scythe Mercenary Group to jump in." Johnson's tone seemed very relaxed.
Zhang Feng nodded secretly in his heart. The quality of the quagmire arrangement directly determines whether this operation can achieve the expected results.
Otherwise, the duck in the mouth will fly away, and it will be really hard to find a tune even if you cry.
"Well! That's good! But don't be careless. The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group are not fools. Any negligence may expose your position. Don't be careless." Zhang Feng still reminded.
Johnson said with certainty: "Brother Feng, you should keep this in mind. Our ox-headed and horse-faced brigade are all from indigenous peoples. Is there anyone who is more familiar with the primitive jungle than us? What if it is a mercenary from the Death Scythe Mercenary Group? If you find us, I will pull off Johnson’s head and play it as a ball for you.”
Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile, and scolded with a smile: "You still treat me as a ball, but you think your head is inflated, so get out of here."
After hanging up the phone, he felt relaxed. Now everything was going according to his plan and did not go beyond the scope of the script.
As night gradually fell, Zhang Feng once again ordered the Huangquan mercenary group to stop attacking and rest in place!
After just two hours of rest in the morning, not only the physical fitness of the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group reached the critical point, but also the faces of the soldiers of the Underworld Mercenary Group were full of exhaustion.
High-intensity fighting consumes physical energy much faster than any exercise.
It is worth mentioning that the Huangquan Special Operations Team, led by the King of Hell, attacked the Death Scythe Mercenary Group again and successfully corrected their retreat direction, which was exactly facing the 12 o'clock direction!
The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group didn't notice the weak change in direction at all. They just thought that the sneak attack was just a means of attack by the Huangquan Mercenary Group and had no deep meaning.
Only Wen Kaiqi, who was always paying attention to the movements of the Death Scythe mercenary group through a high-altitude drone, could clearly calculate the accurate direction.
The Death Scythe mercenary group finally got a rare break, but many people were thinking about the surrender letter they saw in the morning.
The internal disputes became more and more intense. Some people wanted to fight back on the spot, while others felt that they should conserve their strength and wait for the order from the leader Joseph before taking action. The two sides were arguing and couldn't unify their ideas at all!
Zhang Feng was not in a hurry to let the Huangquan mercenary group launch an attack this time, because this place was not far from the quagmire that Johnson had arranged according to his orders. He deliberately maintained the original speed and could probably arrive at noon tomorrow.
This time was faster than he expected, because he really did not expect that the resistance of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group would be so weak.
Even without using much strength from his own Huangquan mercenary group, they kept retreating!
Fortunately, Johnson's actions were relatively fast and the quagmire had been almost completely arranged, otherwise it would have been too late.
Looking down at his watch to confirm the time, Zhang Feng issued an order through the wireless microphone: "At 12 o'clock at midnight, continue the attack! Now each unit is assigned sentries, and the rest are resting!"
"I asked the sentinels who were deployed to keep their eyes open for me. There must be no carelessness."
"Student, are you okay? Are you holding on?"
Hearing Zhang Feng's words, student Wen Kaiqi said: "I'm fine, I can still persevere."
From the beginning of the battle to now, although the student Wen Kaiqi has not participated in the battle, he has never rested for a moment. His hands have to constantly control the flight of the drone, and his eyes have to keep an eye on the monitor at all times to ensure that the Death Scythe servants Any movement in the corps can be discovered immediately.
At this moment, his face was full of fatigue, and his eyes were bloodshot.
There was still an hour before 12 o'clock, and what Zhang Feng was waiting for finally happened. Some people in the Death Scythe Mercenary Group began to surrender!
The surrender letter worked!
Two mercenaries from the Death Scythe Mercenary Group took advantage of the darkness to break away from the main force and went straight to the Huangquan Mercenary Group's position.
When he saw the sentry of the Huangquan Mercenary Group, he quickly put his weapon on the ground and raised his hands to indicate that he was here to surrender.
The sentry was not careless and escorted the two men back with their guns pressed against their backs.
Hearing this, Zhang Feng's face showed joy. This was what he had been waiting for.
"Gigolo, these two people are left to you, return the weapons to them! Tell them that from now on they will be the reserve soldiers of the Blood Slaughter Brigade of the Underworld Mercenary Regiment! The annual salary is one hundred thousand, and the bonus will be calculated separately. As long as they can become the official members of the Blood Slaughter Brigade, Members will be provided with death pension benefits!”