Super Special Forces King

Chapter 540

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The Death Scythe Mercenary Corps spent a tense day, nothing happened, not even the shadow of an enemy was seen in the quiet primitive jungle.

Zhang Feng ordered everyone to rest in place after the early morning battle ended.

Last night, they fought with the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps. After a long period of rest, they rushed to fight with the vanguard of the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps.

Everyone's physical stamina is huge, and the Death God's Scythe Mercenary Corps is shrinking like a **** with the head and tail and limbs retracted at this moment. There is no way to start, it is better to let the people under their hands rest and recharge.

When the sky was dark and the thick and tall bushes blocked the moonlight, the entire jungle was completely plunged into darkness, but Zhang Feng opened his eyes.

In the temporary garrison set up by the vanguard of the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps, Mayweather's brows were tightly frowning. Although he was sloppy, he knew that he might not have a good time tonight, and the other party might treat himself at night. The troops launched an offensive.

"Boris, order everyone not to rest tonight! I guess the other party will definitely attack us at night."

Hearing that, Boris agreed with his point of view, nodded, and said: "I understand, deputy commander, I will notify you immediately!"

Mayweather lit a cigar, frowning and smoking, he was about to regret it now.

I really have nothing to look for. I have to win this task from my brother's hands and do what I can do. It's good to stay at the station.

...

Mayweather did not think wrong, Zhang Feng did want to do something tonight.

Bringing the goshawk, the hunting dog, and the dancer to his side, he said, "The one who should rest is already resting! It's time to teach the Death Scythe mercenary group a lesson."

"Head, you can give orders, what do you say, we will do it!" Goshawk said solemnly.

The hound and the dancer also nodded, agreeing with what the goshawk said.

"This way! The goal is not to shrink the tortoise so that we can't make it? We just want to bite them!" Zhang Feng said with a sneer: "But we can't swallow them raw like a python, don't digest them instead. It will break the belly! Let's gnaw like ants that killed an elephant!"

"The Hei Wuchang Special Force, the White Wuchang Special Force, and the Blood Slaughter Brigade are all broken up! Individually, attack the Death Scythe Mercenary Group!"

"I want them to become scared birds! Let them restless! Let them collapse on their own!"

Hearing this, the eyes of the goshawk and the hunting dog lit up. Breaking up the team can best show the importance of individual soldiers, and the people under their hands are all indigenous people, without them, they know the jungle better!

It's just that the choreographer frowned slightly.

He whispered: "Lunatic! My blood slaughter brigade is all prisoners who have just surrendered. Once they are reduced to individual soldiers, I am afraid someone will take this opportunity to escape."

Zhang Feng had already thought of this situation, and patted the dancer on the shoulder and smiled and cursed: "You are right! But we can't always prevent them from running away! Sooner or later we will run away if we want to go, and we can't keep it. We have already provided a salary of 100,000 U.S. dollars, and now we have the benefits of the death pension. If they escape again, then we have no other way! Let's just explain it!"

Looking down at his watch, he said: "It's 19:15! Act on time at 17:30! I still said that, don't get entangled with the enemy, leave at once, don't love to fight, all to ensure your own safety premise!"

"Yes!"

The dancer's brows were still slightly frowned, and he walked in front of the Blood Slaughter Brigade, and said in a deep voice, "Be punctual at 19:30! Use individuals as combat units and freely launch attacks on targets! I know that some of you are not. Volunteer to join the Huangquan Mercenary Corps, and even use this opportunity to escape! I will not stop it. After all, our sincerity has been shown, with an annual salary of 100,000 US dollars plus a death pension!"

"Captain choreographer, if anyone wants to escape, isn't that a fool? No other mercenary group will have such good treatment! Anyway, I am going to stay."

"That's how I decided! Not only the treatment, but also our commander."

"Well, that's right! There is money to make, but life is spent! It is easy to become cannon fodder in other mercenary groups, and no one cares about our life and death. The current leader's plan is really high and pay the least price. You can win the battle."

...Everyone said in a rush, which also made the dancer a little relieved.

To be honest, there is also a lot of pressure in his heart. Although in 01, he was in charge of the intelligence department in the country.

But the people under his hands were selected before entering the intelligence department, so loyalty didn't need to be considered. It's like now, always worry about the people under your hands will turn back.

...It was half past nineteen, and the sound of gunfire broke the tranquility of the dark night of the primitive jungle again, and the roaring of insects, birds and beasts was no longer the only sound.

"Bang bang bang!" The gunfire sounded, but it was sporadic, without any regularity, and it rang from all directions, without any regularity at all!

Mayweather threw the cigar between his fingers on the ground and trampled it out. Xindao: What should come is always here!

The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group also began to fight back. Seeing that they didn't even find out where the enemy was? In other words, there are enemies everywhere!

boom! A mercenary had just been attracted by the gunfire on the left, but another gunfire sounded. The bullet came from his right side and penetrated into his temple.

The entire skull was lifted, blood and brains mixed together, splashing everywhere, and the dead could not die again.

The gunfire stopped without warning, as if it had never appeared before, and the night returned to tranquility.

This is the effect of using individuals as the combat unit and fighting alone. There is no clear order, no need to charge desperately, as long as the target is found before shooting.

The other time is to hide in the dark, looking for the target!

After five minutes, a gunshot sounded and disappeared again! Ten minutes later, another gunshot sounded and disappeared again!

The nerves of the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group are tightly stretched, facing the dark jungle, all are unknown! I don't know when the gunshots will sound, where the bullets will come from, or when my head will be blown up. Everyone is completely surrounded by the fear of death!

Boris's brows were twisted together. He knew that although there would not be too many casualties in this situation, the soldier's spirit would collapse and he had to come up with countermeasures as soon as possible!