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Hearing Zhang Feng's words, the corner of the gigolo's mouth also curled up into a smile. The plan for the underworld mercenary regiment reserve was finally about to begin.
But he still had some questions in his mind, so he said: "Madman, wouldn't it be inappropriate to return the weapons to these two surrendered mercenaries now and let them attack the Death Scythe mercenary group?"
"Improper? There is nothing wrong! If the mercenaries have breasts, they will be mothers. If we provide them with more money, they will obey our orders! Moreover, they are definitely not the only ones who will surrender!" Zhang Feng said with certainty.
The gigolo nodded. Negative emotions like surrender can easily spread. Just like a dam breaks, the flood will become more fierce!
"How about I find two people with loud voices to shout about this mercenary's surrender, so that all the mercenaries in the Death Scythe Mercenary Group can hear it, and it will be considered as propaganda!"
Hearing this, Zhang Feng quickly said in the negative: "Gigolo, don't do this! Surrendering is not a glorious thing! And with such a shout, the diehard members of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group will definitely be on guard. . Even those who are willing to surrender will hesitate, which is not beautiful!"
After a slight hesitation, Zhang Feng continued: "Well, Gigolo, didn't we originally plan to launch an attack on the Death Scythe Mercenary Group at 12 o'clock? Delay it for an hour to give enough consideration to those who want to surrender but have not made up their minds. time."
"Okay! Let's do it!" said the gigolo.
At 12 o'clock at midnight, the dark night became the best cover for the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group to surrender.
Just half an hour later, a total of seventeen mercenaries surrendered to the Huangquan Mercenary Group's camp.
While Zhang Feng was filled with joy, he was also slightly worried.
Seven or eight mercenaries surrendered, and they could be integrated into the gigolo's blood-slaying brigade, so they were not afraid of causing trouble.
But now a total of seventeen mercenaries have surrendered, and including the two who surrendered at the beginning, there are already close to twenty!
However, there are only eleven people in the Blood Slaughter Brigade!
The gigolo's voice also sounded on Zhang Feng's wireless microphone: "Madman, what should we do now?"
After a moment of silence, Zhang Feng said in a deep voice: "In this way, the gigolo will withdraw all the soldiers from the bloody massacre team and temporarily supervise the team! Let the nineteen surrendered mercenaries go up, and then the guns will be pointed at them If anyone dares to take a step back or fails to perform the task, shoot me!"
Zhang Feng's methods are not cruel. With the presence of the Supervisory Team, even these surrendered mercenaries can't do anything without their lives!
They want to fish in troubled waters, and the gun aimed at their back will not allow it.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer. The one hundred thousand US dollars from the Underworld Mercenary Group is so attractive, but it can't be obtained casually!
"This is a good idea, so let's do it." The gigolo said.
When the time reached one o'clock in the morning, Zhang Feng ordered through the wireless microphone: "Attack!"
The Huangquan mercenary group, which had had enough rest and recovered their physical fitness, suddenly launched an attack, and the fierce gunfire tore the tranquility of the primitive jungle apart once again.
The fireworks ejected from the muzzle are intertwined, and the roaring gunfire is like an ups and downs symphony.
It's just that this symphony is full of blood, and the extremely miserable screams have become its most important part.
The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group continued to launch counterattacks, and at the same time began to slowly retreat.
Without timely and effective command and unable to organize a strong defense and counterattack, the only thing they can do now is to retreat!
The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group who had temporarily surrendered were all attacking with all their might. They did not dare not to do so, because the butcher's knife of the supervising team was hanging above their heads, and would fall if they made the slightest movement.
Moreover, the gigolo had told them before the action that the annual salary of 100,000 yuan really existed. As long as they could pass the reserve service and officially become a member of the Huangquan mercenary group, the death pension would also be real and not fake at all.
They also named those responsible for supervising the battle, who, like them, also surrendered to the Underworld Mercenary Group!
This also makes the surrendered mercenaries feel relieved a little. As long as they have money to take, who can they fight
Furthermore, the Death Scythe mercenary group is notorious. As long as they want to make money, they will take on any crazy mission. As a result, these mercenaries do not have much sense of belonging!
The sky was bright and clear, the battle was still going on, gunshots were still ringing out, and there were explosions in between.
Zhang Feng confirmed with Johnson again that the quagmire was completely ready, and he was just waiting for the lambs from the Death Scythe Mercenary Group to jump in and get stuck in!
Looking down at his watch, he estimated that in about six hours, it would be time to wrap up the operation!
The preparations on the left and right have been successfully completed, all that's left is the last tremor!
In order to ensure that this last kick would not go wrong, Zhang Feng ordered through the wireless microphone: "Goshawk, hunting dog, and dancer order your troops to increase the intensity of my attack! Use as many moves as you want! King of Hell, lead Huangquan The special operations team is also on the move, making sure that the target's retreat direction remains on the original trajectory and does not deviate! "
"Yes!" Everyone replied in unison!
Zhang Feng clenched his fists tightly. Whether the Huangquan Mercenary Group can expand its strength depends on the last six hours!
Unable to participate in the battle, he got together with the student Wen Kaiqi, eyes also fixed on the monitor.
The intensity of the attack of the Huangquan mercenary group suddenly increased. They had been restrained in firing continuously, but now they started firing wildly without considering the consumption of ammunition! There is no point in retaining the individual rocket launcher until now, just fire!
The Death Scythe Mercenary Group's casualties suddenly soared, their counterattacks became more and more ferocious, and their retreat became faster and faster.
The casualties of the Huangquan Mercenary Group are also increasing, but compared to the target's casualties, they are much less and remain within an acceptable range.
The sun is getting higher, the temperature is rising, and the heat wave is rising. Even in the primitive jungle, you can't feel the slightest clarity!
The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group looked through the binoculars and vaguely discovered another raised hillside in the distance. The terrain was relatively dangerous!
Their mood suddenly became excited. As long as they climbed up the hillside, they could defend from a high position. If the pursuers behind them wanted to continue the pursuit, they would be completely seeking death!
Such a discovery made their retreat even faster!
The mobile phone in Zhang Feng's pocket rang. It was Johnson calling. He answered: "Brother Feng, the target has appeared!"
"Are you all ready?" Zhang Feng asked in a deep voice.