Super Special Forces King

Chapter 538

538.

It's a marathon, but it doesn't happen in the city, and there is no smooth asphalt road. Some are messy grass, dense tree trunks and vines!

Zhang Feng is like the front runner. All the attention of the chasers behind is on him, and the guns in his hands are constantly firing at Zhang Feng in front.

Messy gunfire sounded continuously in the jungle, bullet-hit tree trunks banged and sawdust flew across.

Zhang Feng's body was flexibly ‘jumping up and down’, constantly changing directions, but the direction of his advancement remained unchanged, that is, he wanted to bring the chasers behind him into the deep jungle far away from the blood wolf mercenary group’s resident.

Gunshots continued to sound from behind, and Zhang Feng ran wildly, muttering curses: "Mad, it's really cruel, grass!"

Five minutes later, the goshawk's voice sounded in the wireless microphone: "Commander, the Heiwuchang special team has reached the designated location!"

"Extraordinary! Good! Hei Wuchang Special Forces, White Wuchang Special Forces, Blood Slaughter Brigade, follow orders! Fully attack the Death Scythe mercenary group! Firepower must be fierce, but don't get entangled with the enemy! Kill!" Zhang Feng decisively issued the order!

I chased myself for so long, huh, now it's time to get back!

"Kill!" The goshawk, the hunting dog, and the dancer roared in the wireless wheat at the same time.

The Heiwuchang special team appeared behind the **** of the Death Scythe mercenary group like ghosts, and gunshots suddenly sounded.

Mayweather was still proud of his heart, the other party did not set an ambush in front of him, and when he caught the attacker, he must be skinned alive!

The sudden gunshots suddenly made seven or eight mercenaries too late to respond. The bullets directly penetrated their backs, or exploded the back of his head, sending them to Huangquan Road.

The expression on Mayweather's face even froze directly, and roared: "Defense! There are enemies behind!"

There was no need for him to greet them, the mercenaries quickly turned around and began to organize a counterattack.

At this moment, on both sides of the team, gunfire sounded again! There was a single-use rocket launcher and the explosion of a grenade in the middle!

The strafing of heavy machine guns has become a life-harvesting machine, and the violent gunfire completely tore through the tranquility of the primitive jungle. The fierce power, not to mention the flesh and blood of people, even the trunk of an adult waist is broken by heavy machine guns!

Mastering the heavy machine gun is the blood slaughter brigade under the dancers! The four heavy machine guns are all vehicle-mounted machine guns taken from the jeep.

There was a killing intent on the dancer’s face. He knew in his heart that he and the goshawk and the hunting dog were more fierce in the three aspects, Zhang Feng’s situation would be a little easier, otherwise the chasing soldiers would bite Zhang Feng hard, it would be easy Danger!

So he ordered four heavy machine guns to fire at the same time, and the bullets should be shot out in the shortest time!

The situation of the Death God's Scythe Mercenary Group became extremely embarrassing, chasing Zhang Feng frantically, making their team too long.

At this moment, the left and right sides plus the fierce attack on the rear, the advantage in numbers is too long because the team is too long.

It's like a boa constrictor, being stopped and broken at the moment!

Hearing the roar of the violent heavy machine gun from the Blood Slaughter Brigade, the Goshawk also had a victorious heart, and roared: "Kill me! The grenade is calling me! Maade, how can Lao Tzu's impermanence team? Let people compare!"

The Hound had the same idea, except that he sneered at the fighters of the White Wuchang Special Forces, and said in a dark tone: "If our White Wuchang Special Forces are beaten down, after returning, I will train you well. Double the training intensity!"

The unexpected attack made it difficult for the besieged Death Scythe mercenary group to organize an effective defense.

There are clearly three hundred people in number, but even one-tenth of the combat power has not been displayed.

Mayweather was crawling on the ground, his face looked ugly as if dripping water! Boris ran to his side and roared: "Deputy Commander! Hurry up and give the order to shrink the team! We have been tricked by the other party! It will be too late!"

"Good! Good! Retreat immediately and shrink your forces!" Mayweather quickly issued an order.

The violent explosions, gunshots, and screams were mixed together and became the main melody in the jungle for a while.

The corpses were scattered in the grass, and the green weeds were dyed bright red!

"Mad! The target gradually retreats, do we want to bite them?" The voice of the dancer sounded in the wireless microphone.

Zhang Feng has seen the situation in his eyes through the scope.

"No need to chase! Don't put the enemy too tight, otherwise the crazy counterattack will most likely cause us a lot of casualties!"

"Keep in place and let them shrink their forces. When they are quiet, they will clean the battlefield separately and count the casualties."

Hearing his order, Goshawk and others all replied at the same time: "Yes, commander!"

The troops of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group quickly converged and shrank again. All the mercenaries have no relaxed expressions on their faces, unknowingly they have penetrated into the depths of the jungle.

The tall trees covering the sky and the sun, the messy grasses, and the vines that block the view, the jungle is filled with a faint smell of blood.

At the moment, mercenaries have a fear that they are all soldiers. Enemies who are out of sight may appear at any time. Cold shots are deadly. No one wants to die!

Mayweather sat on a tree root, his expression frozen on his face.

Boris walked over and whispered: "Deputy Commander, now we should report our current situation to Commander Joseph. We have lost a third of our personnel. This matter must be reported!"

Mayweather's teeth rattled.

Of the entire vanguard, only he knew the real purpose of this operation. Gold mine, countless gold!

He knew that he had to report, otherwise he might be dragged to death in the jungle.

"I see! Boris' defense is up to you!" Mayweather finished speaking and waved Boris to leave.

He took out the satellite phone from his backpack, dialed Joseph's phone, and was connected after two beeps, and he said, "Big brother, my situation is not so good."

Upon hearing this, Joseph said in amazement: "The situation is not good? Is the blood wolf mercenary regiment occupied by Manfred's government forces?"

"No...no. I haven't been to the blood wolf mercenary group station yet, but have been attacked and killed more than a hundred soldiers." Mayweather said with difficulty.

"What? What did you say?" Joseph cursed furiously: "You trash! What the **** is going on? Which mercenary group attacked your troops? Or encountered Manfred's government forces. Up?"