Super Special Forces King

Chapter 603

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Hearing Zhang Feng's words, the corners of the dancer's mouth also raised a smile, and the plan for the reserve service of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps was finally about to begin.

However, he still had some doubts in his heart, so he said: "Mad, now return the weapons to these two surrendered mercenaries, so that they can attack the Death Scythe mercenary group, isn't it wrong?"

"No? Nothing is wrong! Mercenaries have milk and are their mothers. If we provide them with more money, they will obey our orders! Moreover, the two of them are definitely not the only ones who surrender!" Zhang Feng said affirmatively.

The dancer nodded, and the negative emotions of surrender can easily spread, like a dam breach, the flood will become more and more fierce!

"Would you like me to find two loud voices and shout out the surrender of this mercenary, so that the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps can listen to it, it's a publicity!"

Hearing this, Zhang Feng quickly said in denial: "Gigolo, don't do this! Surrendering is not a glorious thing! There is also such a shout, the diehards of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group will definitely be on guard. Even people who are willing to surrender will hesitate, but it is not beautiful!"

After a little hesitation, Zhang Feng went on to say: "So, dancing boy, didn't we originally plan to attack the Death Scythe mercenary group at 12 o'clock? Delayed for an hour to give enough consideration to those who want to surrender but have not made up their minds. time."

"Okay! Then do it!" the dancer said.

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At 12 midnight, the dark night became the mercenary of the Death Scythe mercenary group, the best cover for surrender.

In the past half an hour, a total of seventeen mercenaries surrendered to the camp of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps.

When Zhang Feng was full of joy, he was a little worried.

Seven or eight mercenaries surrendered, and they could even be mixed into the blood slaughter brigade of dancers, not afraid that they would make a moth.

But now a total of 17 mercenaries have surrendered, plus the two who surrendered at the beginning, close to twenty!

However, there are only 11 people in the Blood Slaughter Brigade!

The voice of the dancer also sounded in Zhang Feng's wireless microphone: "Crazy man, what should I do now?"

After a moment of silence, Zhang Feng said in a deep voice: "In this way, the dancer will withdraw all the soldiers of the original Blood Slaughter Brigade, and temporarily supervise the team! Let the nineteen surrendered mercenaries go on top, and then aim at them. As long as someone dared to take a step back or not perform the task, shoot me directly!"

Zhang Feng's methods are not vicious. With the presence of a supervising team, even these surrendered mercenaries can't do their lives!

They want to fish in troubled waters, but aiming at the muzzle of their backs will not agree.

The corners of his mouth sneered. The 100,000 dollars of the Huangquan Mercenary Group is so touching, but it is not something you can get casually!

"This is a good way, then do it." The dancer said.

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When the time reached one o'clock in the morning, Zhang Feng ordered through the wireless microphone: "Offensive!"

The Huangquan Mercenary Corps, which had enough rest and recovered physical strength, suddenly launched an attack, and the violent gunfire once again tore the tranquility of the primitive jungle.

The fireworks from the muzzle were intertwined, and the roaring gunfire resembled a symphony of ups and downs.

It's just that this symphony is full of blood, and at the same time, the screaming screams have become its most important part.

The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group continued to counterattack, and at the same time began to retreat slowly.

Without timely and effective command, they cannot organize a strong defense and counterattack. The only thing they can do now is to retreat!

The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps temporarily surrendered were all desperately attacking. They dared not do this, because the supervising team's butcher knife was hanging above their heads, and as long as they moved slightly, they would fall.

And the dancers had already told them before the action that an annual salary of 100,000 really existed. As long as they could pass the reserve and formally become a member of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps, the death benefit would also be real and there was no fake.

The people who were named in charge of supervising the battle, like them, surrendered to the Huangquan Mercenary Group!

This also reassures the surrendered mercenaries a little bit. As long as they have the money to take it, who shouldn't they fight?

Furthermore, the Death Scythe Mercenary Group is notorious. As long as it is to make money, they can take on all frenzied tasks. As a result, these mercenaries do not have much sense of belonging!

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The sky was lightened up, the battle continued, gunshots continued to sound, and explosions were still sandwiched between them.

Zhang Feng confirmed with Johnson again that the quagmire was completely prepared, and he waited for the lamb of the Death Scythe mercenary group to jump in and sink into it!

Looking down at the watch, it is estimated that there will be another six hours or so before the end of the operation!

The front left and right foreshadowings have been successfully completed, just the last shiver!

In order to make sure that he did not shoot crookedly, Zhang Feng ordered through the wireless microphone: "Goshawk, hounds, and dancers order your troops to increase the offensive strength for me! I can use as many moves as possible! Hell, lead Huang Quan The special forces squad also moved, and must ensure that the direction of the target's retreat remains on the original trajectory and does not shift!"

"Yes!" everyone replied in unison!

Zhang Feng clenched his fist tightly. Whether the strength of the Huangquan Mercenary Group can be expanded depends on the last six hours!

Unable to participate in the battle, he and the student Wen Kaiqi got together, and his eyes were also fixed on the monitor.

The offensive intensity of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps suddenly increased. The original uninterrupted bursts of fire, but with restraint, now started frantically strafing, completely ignoring the consumption of ammunition! Individual rocket launchers, there is no meaning to keep them until now, just fire!

The death and sickle mercenary group suddenly increased the number of casualties, and the counterattack became more fierce, and the retreat speed became faster.

The casualties of the Huangquan Mercenary Group are also increasing, but compared to the target's casualties, they are much less and still within an acceptable range.

The sun is getting taller, the temperature is constantly rising, the billowing heat waves, even in the primitive jungle, you can't feel the slightest brightness!

The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group looked through the binoculars, and Yingying about to find another raised hillside in the distance, the terrain is more dangerous!

Their mood suddenly became excited. As long as they climbed up the hill, they could defend themselves condescendingly. If the chasers behind wanted to continue chasing, that would be a complete death hunt!

This discovery made their retreat speed even faster!

The phone in Zhang Feng's pocket rang. Johnson called and connected: "Brother Feng, the target has appeared!"

"Are the big guys ready?" Zhang Feng asked in a deep voice.