Super Special Forces King

Chapter 680

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"Horsley, are you a pig? I really wonder if I am blind now, how can I believe you?"

As soon as the call was connected, Mr. Waltz was swearing on the phone, and his voice was so loud that Horsley's ears hummed.

The most exciting thing is Horsley's expression. He originally thought that his actions would win Mr. Waltz's praise, but he didn't think that it was not only a praise, but a scolding.

He was even more silly when he was scolded, waiting for the voice on Waltz to stop, and asked in surprise: "Mr. Waltz, where did I go wrong?"

"Don't you know what you did wrong? This is the biggest mistake!"

"I ask you, why are you fighting with the Rwandan army, is there any benefit?" Waltz asked sternly.

"Benefits?" Horsley was even more confused. "Mr. Waltz, didn't I want you to see my determination to fight the Rwandan army?"

"Fuck off, I think your determination has a shit? Can it be used as money? Isn't it possible that I have to send you a certificate? Horsley, have you figured out that what I care about is whether you can Rwanda has a firm foothold, how much territory can be obtained from the Rwandan government to establish an independent and stable regime! I ask you, you are fighting like a madman with the Rwandan army, even if you can defeat it and kill the enemy at a cost What's the use of hundred?" Waltz asked.

Horsley was stunned.

Yes? Is it useful to do it yourself now? It doesn't seem to be.

It takes a long time for one's own reactionary soldiers to die, and it takes a lot of financial and material resources to be able to gradually resume the army.

The Rwandan army can replenish its troops at any time. After all, the opponent is justified, and there is a mass foundation behind it.

Now that I think about it, it's no wonder Mr. Waltz said he was a pig, and his head really didn't turn this turn.

"Mr. Waltz, I didn't turn this turn. You are right. Even if you kill more Rwandan soldiers and express your determination, it is of no use. Mr. Waltz, rest assured, I know what to do. Now, I immediately ordered the frontline troops to retreat to preserve their strength and plan to move later."

"Just know! Horsley, if you make me think you have no support value, I will give you up without hesitation. I believe there are many ambitious people in Rwanda, and you are definitely not the only one. What do I mean? , You should understand?" Waltz said gloomily.

Hearing that, Horsley's heart slammed. The threat in Waltz's words can be heard by an individual.

"Yes, yes... Waltz..."

Before Horsley's words were finished, the phone was hung up, and he could only swallow the rest of the words abruptly.

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The fighting between the reactionary army and the Rwandan army has become fierce, and both sides seem to be in an endless posture.

Under such circumstances, Horsley gave the order to retreat.

The soldiers of the reactionary army have already got red eyes. How can they retreat so easily, and the result is that the retreat speed is very slow.

In such a situation, the dancer was immediately caught in the eyes of the dancer through a telescope.

The corners of his mouth sneered.

Now is the best time to launch an attack on the reactionary forces!

If the reactionary army continues to fight the Rwandan army, the momentum will not weaken and the fighting will be frantic.

But now that there are signs of retreat, it means that the opponent's momentum has begun to decay, and this decay is irreversible.

There will be no war intentions, no soldiers will be wary, there is no reason to not be restrained.

"Order! The Blood Slaughter Brigade immediately attacked the reactionary army from the flanks. The front team cut off the retreat of the reactionary soldiers on the front line, and the rear team pursued the retreated reactionary army!" The dancing man gave the order in a deep voice, narrowing slightly. Murder in his eyes, huh, how easy is it to retreat!

The blood slaughter brigade, which had already rested well, finally couldn't hold back its murderous intent, as if the tiger was off the brakes and dispatched frantically.

They are different from the soldiers of the Rwandan army. The sound of their shooting is not dense, or even a little sparse.

But every bullet is deadly and goes straight to the other side's death.

The soldiers of the blood slaughter brigade of thousands of people are like a sharp knife, fiercely and sharply inserted into the camp of the reactionary soldiers, cutting the reactionary army into two parts from the middle!

Cheer Fang also discovered this situation, and his tired eyes suddenly lit up.

He also thought that the other party would definitely not make a move to assist him in the fight, and now that the other party uses such a vicious method when it makes a move, it is really too powerful!

Naturally, he couldn't let go of such an opportunity, and issued an order: "Step up the attack! Encircle the reactionary soldiers who have been intercepted, lay down their weapons and surrender. Don't kill! The stubborn resisters...kill without mercy!"

There are two special forces in black and white. The Huangquan special forces team saw that the reactionary soldiers who were intercepted were destined to be flanked back and forth. Apart from surrender and slaughter, there was no third way to go, so they immediately cooperated with another part of the blood massacre. Soldiers, pursue the retreating reactionary soldiers.

The reactionary soldiers who were beaten by the sudden blood massacre brigade had no intention of resistance at all. They only hated their parents for giving birth to two legs and running fast. Pretending to shoot backwards was just a gesture, and it did not pose any threat to the pursuit of the blood massacre behind him.

As for the soldiers of the Blood Slaughter Brigade, this moment is like shooting a target, and it is the time to really test marksmanship.

Fingers steadily pull the trigger, shoot, go forward and chase, stop the body, aim, pull the trigger... Repeat this process continuously.

One by one, the reactionary soldiers fell to the ground without ever getting up.

The news reached Horsley's ears, and Horsley collapsed on the sofa as if his body had been emptied, both eyes dumbfounded.

He wondered if he and the Rwandan army were still 50-50 just now. Why was he suddenly defeated?

"Why? Why? Why is this?" Horsley murmured.

He knew he was over! He was destined to be abandoned by Mr. Waltz.

The biggest capital in my hands is my own personnel, and now I have lost at least 90% of it and lost value!

He shook his mind, suddenly stood up from the sofa, his eyes fluttered again, and the corners of his mouth twitched to himself: "What if the people under his men are dead? Didn't the reactionary army create it by itself? If you have money, you have guns, and if you have money, you have guns. Are you afraid that there will be no one?"

He touched his waist and abdomen with his hands, sneered at the corners of his mouth, and strode out of the room.