Super Special Forces King

Chapter 542

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The excitement in Boris's heart at this moment cannot be increased, he now has the right from Mayweather's wasteful hands!

However, there is also a trace of worry in the excitement, that is, the opponent's encirclement and suppression has never stopped, and mercenaries are shot to death at any time.

Originally, these soldiers were all of Mayweather's subordinates. He naturally didn't care. He died when he died, and had little to do with himself.

But now it's different, these soldiers are all their own! If you die, you will lose one point of the power in your hands.

If too many were killed in the battle in his own hands, even if he reunited with the leader Joseph, there would be no way to explain it.

Joseph is not a trash like Mayweather, you can fool it casually, you know Joseph has the title of **** butcher!

It’s not an exaggeration to use murder without blinking. Whether it’s an enemy or facing one’s own people, as long as anyone does not satisfy Joseph, he must bear his anger. The **** butcher knife in his hand can kill anyone. Head!

But now in the face of an attack from the outside, he has no good way. He can only order to speed up the march, wanting to reduce the loss as much as possible, and join Joseph as soon as possible.

And as long as you persist until dawn and have a broad vision, then the opponent's sneak attack will not be so unscrupulous!

Even if you have a broad vision and you seize the opportunity, you can even fight back and completely kill the opponent, then you will completely show your face in front of Joseph, and you will definitely be trusted!

...

After a whole night of chasing and killing, the vanguard of the Death Scythe mercenary group once again paid the price of 50 deaths!

The sky gradually brightened, and Zhang Feng decisively ordered the retreat.

The order to retreat was passed to the ears of the goshawk, the hunting dog, and the dancer. The three of them quickly recruited the men who were fighting outside.

Meeting together again, although everyone's faces are tired, but the spirits are more excited.

Ordering the troops to rest in place, Goshawk and others all came to Zhang Feng's side.

The choreographer asked in a low voice, "Madman, what shall we do now? Should I fill in another fire?"

Goshawk also echoed: "Captain, I think the choreographer makes sense. The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps are all day and night without rest, physically and mentally exhausted."

Although the hound did not speak, his belligerent gaze also exposed his thoughts. Obviously, the thoughts in his heart were the same as those of the dancer and the goshawk.

Zhang Feng shook his head slightly.

"No! No more stalking the Death Scythe mercenary group! They are indeed very tired and weakened in combat effectiveness. But our people are not much better. This way we can head against each other, even if we can take the other side's leftovers. If all our troops are swallowed up, we have to pay a great price! The gain is not worth the loss!"

"Also, have you noticed that although the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps are constantly retreating, it seems that the purpose of strolling, but the actual general direction has not changed!"

Hearing that, the dancer first reacted, frowning slightly, "Madman, you mean the goal is to retreat in an orderly manner. It is very likely that the opponent's reinforcements are on the way and are rushing to meet?"

After his prompt, both the goshawk and the hunting dog reacted, and it was really possible.

Zhang Feng nodded, and said unsurely: "This is just my guess, not sure yet, but I have to guard against it. Although the combat effectiveness of our fighters is higher than the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps. , But even now, the number of opponents is as much as ours! And once the opponents really have reinforcements, the two sides will meet together, it is very likely that we will be completely stumbled."

"We can't afford to lose now! So we can't attack like gambling! And our action this time has largely delayed the time when the Death Scythe mercenary group approached the blood wolf mercenary group's resident. It can be said that the goal has been achieved! "

"That way! Rest ten minutes on the spot! Ten minutes later, everyone retreat! Return to the resident of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps, and counting the time, Manfred should be returning to the city of Rwanda soon, now it’s Zhai Qiang. Action over there!"

Goshawk and the others all nodded and returned with the hound to announce the order.

The dancer stayed, sitting next to Zhang Feng, and asked in a low voice, "What should we do this time? Although we have caused some damage to the Death Scythe mercenary group now, we haven't touched the Death Scythe. Muscles and bones. How to say it is also one of the strongest mercenary groups outside the four major mercenary groups. Can we hold it?"

Zhang Feng sneered twice and scolded: "What's so special, it's not a question of whether we can hold on. Dancing boy, let me ask you, let you hand over the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group to the Death Scythe Mercenary Group , Would you like it? That's a feng shui treasure land full of gold mines!"

"You're right! You can't give it to them, then you can only run into the Death Scythe mercenary group! Extraordinary, if Beveridge didn't leak this news to Joseph, it would be nice, let's Huang Quan The mercenary group can make a fortune silently." The dancer said cursingly.

Zhang Feng shook his head wryly.

But there is not much worry in my heart, the foundation of the Death Scythe mercenary group is not here, even for the gold mine, it is impossible to use too many people, at most two thousand people!

Although the strength of the Death God's Scythe Mercenary Corps is around 10,000, he still has other industries and tasks that require manpower and cannot be dispatched all.

First, there is not much worry, because you still have a land deed in your hand! The agreement signed in the name of the Rwandan government.

Although in the eyes of mercenaries, this title deed can be torn up at will without any effect.

But in the eyes of some people, this title deed is a voucher! With him, it is natural to be a famous teacher!

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng sneered twice. If the Death Scythe Mercenary Group really pushes himself on the road to death, then he only needs to hand over this land deed, hum, then the Death Scythe Mercenary Group will wait. Are you crying? I'm afraid I can't find it even if I cry!

Seeing Zhang Feng's smile, the choreographer asked in surprise: "Crazy man, what do you think? The smile is so wretched!"

"Just thinking of some fun things! Hahaha! You will know by then."

The choreographer didn't understand what he meant. He grumbled and cursed twice, then stood up and walked towards his blood slaughter brigade. He was about to retreat and needed some preparation.

Zhang Feng took the phone out of his pocket and dialed Zhai Qiang's phone first, and was connected after it rang twice.

"Zhai Qiang, Manfred should have returned to Rwanda, right?"

"Yeah! Manfred's Rwandan government forces have entered the city! Don't worry, Brother Feng, my side is ready and will do it tonight!" Zhai Qiang said in a deep voice.