"Be good, why are the mosquitoes here so big?" A fully armed team was walking through the rain forest. A team member holding a headscarf spread his hands and laying a mosquito that was much larger than average.
With his lead, others began to complain. The captain did not stop them. Communication was not prohibited during the boring march. Otherwise, in this environment, people's psychology would easily have problems.
A team member with a southwest accent smiled, "We have three mosquitoes here to stir-fry dishes."
"Stop talking about this, I want to vomit again." Another person remembered what he had eaten before, and his face looked very bad, although he had oil paint on his face.
"It is said that now the team trains, they need to eat raw chickens and earthworms." Another person also wants to disgust him.
"Damn, that's what? You can try it with a long beef." The disgusting feeling seemed to surge again.
"So why do you eat so quickly? You should twist your head off first." Another person continued without letting go.
"Get out of here," he felt a little nauseous when he recalled the insect that bit himself before he died in his mouth.
"Haha", the few people laughed in a low voice, and the difficult march made them have to have fun in their hardships.
The jungle is no better than other areas. There is no road here. You can only move forward while using a machete to open the road. The speed of travel is extremely slow. It may take more than half a day to walk in a straight line, not to mention that the mosquitoes here are even more annoying.
The leader, who was using a machete to open the road, made a gesture of stopping forward, and everyone immediately stopped on the spot and looked for cover to establish alertness.
"I just received the message and found Mindeng's temporary placement." The captain took out the map and navigation equipment and repeatedly confirmed his current location. The positioning accuracy of GPS in this jungle is not good.
Everyone's enthusiasm was ignited, "It's great, I finally found this turtle grandson."
They followed the traces of Leng Feng and had been following in the jungle for five days. "How could the food factory last for so many days? It should have been injured when it comes to traces. And he has no equipment."
After taking charge, he whispered to the deputy captain who was alerting, "He probably didn't plan to go back alive, after all, in his cognition, all his comrades have died."
Thinking of the tragic situation at the scene, everyone was filled with anger. The captain entered the new coordinates into the navigation device and re-calibrated the target on the map. "So, we must speed up and bring that guy back alive, and tell everyone that no matter what SEALs are mentioned in this area, even aliens can't cause trouble."
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In the village where Mindeng settled, he sensitively found that the atmosphere seemed a little wrong. He asked his assistant to check what happened, but he was replied to everything. "Is it because he is too sensitive?"
Mindeng frowned, "Has Laomao and the others contacted him?"
"We have already contacted them. They have successfully ambushed the team. Now they are still half a day away. We should be able to arrive in the evening." The assistant lowered his head and his eyes flashed.
Mindeng was not suspicious. After all, few people would look at him. After all, several of them died of this.
He nodded, "After the old cat arrives, we will transfer immediately."
As the assistant went out, Mindun got up and walked to the photo of his younger brother Bukit, took out three incense sticks and lit them, "I'll avenge you."
"Assistant, how about it?" A small leader came over.
The assistant glared at him, "Go back and say."
Back at his room, the assistant looked at the left and right and lowered his voice, "Is your message reliable?"
"Of course, I went back last night. The news was absolutely reliable. It was reported from the command of the Wa State United Army. Each of the seven people costs 5 million US dollars, regardless of life or death."
"Assistant, if we start, we must hurry up. Kokang and Shan State also know the news. It is said that Nan Shan has begun to assemble the team." The little leader's eyes flashed with greedy eyes.
The assistant knew that even if he disagreed, these people would do it. Such a large amount of money would never be seen in his life. DU trading is a profitable thing, but the money is the boss.
"Who can guarantee the other party's payment?" What if the other party refuses to admit it after doing it?
"The guarantor is from HCLI, otherwise how could even be moved by people from Shan State?" The little leader became more and more excited. If he hadn't been worried that his subordinates could not fight those Westerners, how could he tell him the news?
"Okay, I'll do it. Go and ask your people to prepare. I'll contact others." The assistant gritted his teeth. Anyway, Mindeng is already defeated now, so why should he bow down in front of him.
Just when several factions were making plans, Lao Mao and his group were not relaxed. "How did this monkey get to the front?" A black team member dragged the team member whose legs were blown off by a landmine to the back of a thick tree trunk, took out a medical bag to help him stop bleeding. However, judging from the injury, the former Marine Corps member should have been able to hold on.
The old cat asked everyone to scatter and find cover to keep a distance of less than ten meters. This landmine is not a minefield. This landmine was deliberately set up here. It goes without saying who did it.
"Okay, since we can't get rid of him, let's find the person and kill him." The old cat also developed a real fire. "Two people searched forward in groups of 100 meters, paying attention to the distance between them not exceeding fifteen meters."
"What should Matthews do?" The black man looked at the old cat.
"Put him and the equipment here first, we can only find the monkey first."
"clear."
The trees in the jungle cover the sky and the sun is difficult to shine on the ground. It is obviously early morning but it looks like dusk.
In a grass nest not far away, Leng Feng stared at Lao Mao and others without blinking. The American M14 anti-infantry mine was discovered by him by chance. He almost tried his best to get it out. Such a thing of old age may explode if it touched, but he had no other choice but to fight it.
Now it seems that this gambling is very suitable. The person who stepped on the thunder would never survive. Leng Feng looked at the equipment beside the man and was jealous.
The old cat had only six people left, and there were too few people searching for the area around 100 meters nearby. Although they had tried their best to check all suspicious locations, Leng Feng still found the opportunity to touch the two groups of people.
The equipment is too attractive, and he has not closed his eyes for several days. His spirit and physical strength are at the limit. It can be said that if he doesn't take action, he will not be able to hold on.
However, Leng Feng was still very careful. He knew that this was a group of veterans with rich combat experience. He had been waiting for the mercenaries to walk nearly fifty meters before he began to slowly crawl towards the injured team member.
Chapter completed!