Chapter 703 The enemy of my enemy is my friend
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Hearing Tyrannosaurus Li Jian's question about why he suddenly wanted to let go of the special forces of the US army, Zhang Feng's lips curled up into a scornful smile.
Lowering his voice, he said: "Tyrannosaurus, it's not that I suddenly want to let go of the American special forces, but I have a plan for a long time."
Tyrannosaurus Li Jian was confused when he heard this, "What do you mean?"
"The gunfire that rang out at that time was the gun I asked the monkey to fire. The purpose was to give me an excuse to take away Waltz, so that you could kill the US special forces and have a chance to let them go." Zhang Feng said what happened at that time. The situation was told.
Tyrannosaurus Li Jian understood what Zhang Feng did, but he still didn't understand why? What's the purpose of doing this
"Madman, what's the point of doing this? Or the purpose?"
"Hehe, it doesn't have any specific meaning, but the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Hehe, of course, those who Waltz wants to die, I have to keep them alive, otherwise I will disgust Waltz." Zhang Feng said gloomily.
Tyrannosaurus Li Jian nodded, so that's what happened.
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"Captain, do you want to take action now?"
When the gigolo heard the question, he sneered at the corner of his mouth and looked down at his watch. It was already midnight.
"It's time to take action. Go ahead with the order and take action according to the plan. Everyone should not have too much entanglement with the enemy and make a quick decision. After the action is over, assemble directly towards our predetermined location." The gigolo said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Captain."
The Rwandan Army's camp is very quiet. The long battle has made everyone's nerves tense and their physical energy even more exhausted. Now that the battle is over, the tense nerves are relaxed and the overdrawn physical energy needs to be restored. The best way is sleep.
So now, bursts of snoring can be heard in the Rwandan Army camp. It can be said that except for the necessary sentries, all the Rwandan Army soldiers are asleep!
And even the sentries were all drowsy, with their upper and lower eyelids constantly fighting.
Under such circumstances, the mercenaries of the Blood Massacre Brigade of the Huangquan Mercenary Group, who had been lying in wait for a long time, received the order and began to take action.
The gigolo's order was to behead, so the mercenaries who quickly approached the Rwandan camp were all very skilled.
The sentry who approached the Rwandan army silently would either cut his throat with a sharp dagger, wrap his arms around his head and twist his neck, or insert the dagger directly into his heart from behind.
Either way, they all kill in one hit.
Compared with the Blood Massacre Brigade of the Huangquan Mercenary Group, the only advantage the Rwandan Army has is their numbers.
However, in the face of such a sneak attack at night, the numerical advantage could not be used at all. In addition, the individual quality of the Rwandan Army soldiers was not at the same level as the battle-hardened mercenaries of the Blood Massacre Brigade.
Ten minutes later, the Rwandan army camp became completely quiet, and all that could be heard were either low or high-pitched snores.
"Captain, all the sentries have been cleared. Do you want to attack the target now?"
A voice came from the headset used for communication, and the corner of the gigolo's mouth curled up into a sneer, "Chefang, don't you want our Blood Slaughter Brigade to work as a coolie for you, while you sit back and enjoy the benefits?" Let's see how long you can laugh.
He said in a deep voice: "Get started and take the target to the designated location."
"Yes, Captain!"
The marching tent in Cheer's house was opened at gunpoint from the outside, and two big men with oil paint on their faces and loaded with ammunition walked in vigilantly.
Their bodies all had a faint smell of blood, and they had obviously just seen blood.
Qierfang was lying on the camp bed soundly asleep when two big men walked over and nodded slightly.
One of the big men patted Chefang's face, slap, slap, slap.
"Um… "
Qie Fang opened his eyes drowsily and saw two fierce-looking men. His sleepiness suddenly disappeared. His eyes were wide open. As soon as he opened his mouth and wanted to scream, the hard muzzle of an automatic rifle was stuffed into his mouth. Inside the mouth.
"I'll blow your brains out if you talk nonsense."
One of the big men covered in oil paint said in a deep voice, and then lowered his voice and said through the wireless communication device: "Captain, we have found a suspected target."
On the other side, the gigolo heard what he said, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Wait a minute."
After speaking, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed Chel's room number.
"Dudu..."
The cell phone placed on the bedside table in Che's room vibrated. The mercenary of the Blood Massacre Brigade picked up the cell phone and connected it, but did not speak. He only heard the other party say: "I am a gigolo."
"Captain, it's me!"
"Then the person in front of you is the target. Bring it back to me and let the people on the periphery start to retreat. Don't leave any tail behind. Make it clean." The gigolo said in a deep voice.
When Qie Fang heard what they were saying about captain, he really couldn't guess who the other party was. His mouth was stuffed with a gun, so that he didn't dare to shout, otherwise he would anger the other party and shoot directly. Isn't it an injustice to die
"Who are you?" Qie Fang's voice was a little vague, but it could still be heard clearly.
"Where did you get all this nonsense?"
The mercenaries of the Blood Slaughter Brigade of the Underworld Mercenary Regiment had no good impression of Chefang, and the gigolo's order was to bring the person back alive, and it didn't matter whether he was injured or not.
While speaking, he swung the butt of the gun and hit Cheer Fang hard on the head.
Qie Fang's head was battered and he felt dizzy, and blood flowed directly down his hair.
Before he could wake up, a crackle of military boots fell on him like raindrops.
In less than half a minute, Qie Fang's body was covered with footprints, and his entire face was swollen like a pig's head.
"Stop fighting. Let's retreat. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid something unexpected will happen."
"withdraw."
Qierfang's fainted body was carried directly out of the marching tent.
The camp was very quiet, and all the hidden and open sentinels had been removed, so the two of them carried the house and left quickly as if they were in their own back garden.
The mercenaries outside the camp, after receiving them, began to retreat towards the designated location.
The gigolo has already led the blood massacre team to the designated location and is waiting.
He is now ready to rush back to Rwanda as soon as possible. The only thing he is worried about now is Zhang Feng's safety.
Since the communication equipment was disconnected, he called Zhang Feng's mobile phone several times, but it was always turned off.
Just as the gigolo was wondering what Zhang Feng was doing now, the cell phone in his pocket rang. When he saw the caller ID, it was Zhang Feng calling.
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