Super Special Forces King

Chapter 584

584、

It turned out that Johnson had no management experience. It was good for Yagu to manage the Tauren Mamen brigade before. Now letting him take charge of the entire Blood Wolf mercenary group alone is completely making him feel an extremely headache.

Fortunately, there are the Goshawks and Hounds of the Black and White Impermanence Special Team, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do.

Therefore, when he received a call from Zhang Feng, he was particularly excited, a posture that he was finally about to get rid of it.

Zhang Feng was about to shook his head. It seemed that he had made a mistake. I am afraid that no one would be more suitable to let Johnson charge into the battle. But when it comes to bringing troops, a rough person like him can't do this job!

He patted his shoulder with a smile, and said with a smile: "Let’s notify me of the order to come back."

Looking down at his watch, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. At this moment, when the sun above his head was the hottest, he said, "Tell the goshawk and the hounds, come to me at three in the afternoon, and you will come by then."

"Okay, Brother Feng!" Johnson agreed and went to notify Zhang Feng of the return.

Zhang Feng walked to the house where Hu Xinting was resting, frowning tightly together, thinking secretly in his heart what tricks the Death Scythe mercenary group wanted to play?

The current situation is completely unreasonable. He rushed to the gold mine for a long distance, but only symbolically attacked the blood wolf mercenary group twice, and then died? This is totally unreasonable.

The Death Scythe mercenary group can become the four small mercenary group in the African mercenary world, then his head must not be dull.

After several tentative offensives, he must have already figured out the reality and the truth in the blood wolf mercenary group, so why not directly attack it?

Could it be that he overestimated him?

These questions really make Zhang Feng feel incomprehensible. Is the Death Scythe Mercenary Group really persuaded? Or is it the current calm, just the eve before the storm? The quieter, the more violent the storm will come.

Zhang Feng brought a backpack from Johnson, which contained some clean water and dry food.

Seeing through the crack of the door that Hu Xinting was already asleep, thinking that she was too tired, he didn't go in to disturb her.

Close the door again, and build a fire outside, pour clear water into the military lunch box, wait until the water boils, throw some dried meat and compressed biscuits in, and wait until it boils again, then throw some salt in. .

Carrying the hot lunch box, he walked to the shadow of the house and sat down, took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and drew it in his mouth.

To be honest, if he can, Zhang Feng is really unwilling to face Hu Xinting again.

Some good things should stay in the memory forever, and when you face it again, the good things will be slowly worn away by reality.

But now there is no chance to choose, because Hu Xinting has already appeared in front of her.

Zhang Feng smiled bitterly, he understood that Hu Xinting was not Zhuo Zhaoyun, or Yun Qian.

Zhuo Zhaoyun or Yun Qian can change what they think, but Hu Xinting can't. She is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. On the outside, she always has a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if it can melt all the ice.

But her heart is extremely strong, as long as she decides things, no one can change it! no matter who!

Hearing the movement of Hu Xinting waking up in the room, Zhang Feng stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, opened the door and walked in, put the military lunch box in front of her, and said with a smile: "Here in this environment, you will endure it. Come on, when I get back to Rwanda, I'll catch you up."

"It won't matter!" Hu Xinting took the military lunch box and frowned when she saw the gray food inside.

Not only does it look ugly, but it also has a strange smell. Hu Xinting is not picky, but she didn't know what to do for a while.

"Anything else to eat?" Looking at Zhang Feng and asked.

Zhang Feng nodded, took out a pack of compressed biscuits from his backpack, and said, "The only thing left is compressed biscuits, but I suggest you keep the food in the meal box."

Hu Xinting shook her head, still took the biscuits, and handed the general lunch box to Zhang Feng again.

Zhang Feng did not continue to reluctantly. Although the contents of the lunch box tasted bad and looked ugly, real mercenaries knew that it was a luxury to be able to eat such things while in a state of fighting at any time. enjoy.

As a result, the lunch box, no matter the three or seventy one, quickly swallowed into the stomach, Zhang Feng said: "You continue to rest for a while, if you really can't hold on, I will send you to Rwanda, although it is the third world, But it’s also many times stronger than in this wilderness."

"I can still hold on. By the way, I want to see the gold mine." Hu Xinting said.

Zhang Feng pursed the corners of his mouth and shrugged his shoulders, "Let's be a little bit late, I have something to do this afternoon."

Since he has said so, Hu Xinting is not insisting. I put the dry compressed biscuits into my mouth and chewed. When I swallowed, I almost scratched my throat. There was no other way but to pick up the kettle and take two sips.

In the mouth of clear water, with a bitter taste, you can even feel the turbidity of the water on the tip of your tongue.

Hu Xinting then realized that it seemed that the life of mercenaries in Africa was not as simple as she thought, on the contrary it was very difficult.

Zhang Feng walked out of the room, found a shade under the eaves, and sat on the ground casually, looking at the time. There was an hour before three in the afternoon, and he simply closed his eyes and squinted.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Johnson, Goshawk and Hound arrived on time.

Zhang Feng also woke up from his drowsy sleep, rubbed two faces with his rough palms, then took out cigarettes and gave them to the three of them, lit one of them and smoked them. Then he said: "During this period of time thanks everyone."

In the following time, Zhang Feng simply told them what happened in Rwanda.

The faces of the Goshawk and the Hound were filled with incredible excitement, but at the same time a little annoyed. They attacked the convoy of the US consulate abroad, and they did not participate in such a fun thing.

Seeing their expressions, Zhang Feng's mouth couldn't help but twitch twice. How could his men really be terrorists?

"Head, you are really not interesting enough, this kind of thing did not involve me and the hounds." Goshawk said with some regret.

"It's the leader!" The Hound also echoed.

"Joke is a joke, this thing must not be spread, I don't want American fighters to appear on top of my head one day! And you don't have to worry, you have the opportunity to fight with American special forces!" Zhang Feng said .

The goshawk and the hunting dog both nod their heads. They are not foolish people, knowing how much harm it will bring to the Huangquan Mercenary Group if this matter is leaked out.