Old Charlie, who had already put on camouflage uniforms, was also a cunning man. This guy signaled to his subordinates to slow down and try to drag them behind. However, everyone knew how to play this trick, so a group of mercenaries came out in a scattered manner.
They penetrated into the jungle at a snail's pace. The supervising anti-government army officer just sneered with his subordinates. He did not issue the slightest criticism for the actions of this gang of sneaky mercenaries - he just ordered all the trucks to return and leave them behind.
A few pickup trucks got off with the machine guns mounted on them as a warning. "In half an hour, you bunch of rubbish will look good..." The officer lit a cigarette, leaned against the car door and muttered to himself.
On the way to the destination in the truck, Bo Fu had already made a brief introduction to his colleagues. Although he was too lazy to remember those scumbags who might die in the next hour, the names of several of them
I have already remembered it - the rules in this place are a bit strange. Basically no mercenary uses his real name. Basically, they all use nicknames or code names. For example, the stripper calls himself "Kitten"...
..... As for the others, they all have powerful and powerful nicknames, such as "Thunder Fire", "Jaguar", "Man-eating Tiger" and other nicknames... Bo Fu followed the trend and gave himself the nickname
He nicknamed him "Red Dragon", and then asked the leader under the pseudonym Old Charlie about the mercenary situation. Old Charlie knew that this guy was a novice and was bored on the road anyway, so he told him about the mercenary business.
situation. "Well, as you know, every guy who enters the industry has a code name. People who work in this industry basically don't use their real names, and there are many code names with the same name - anyway, most of the unlucky guys will use it a few times.
Either quit or die. However, the codenames of some strongmen have become legends, except for themselves. It is a joke for others to use this name...Young man, I am optimistic about you. Maybe you, the red dragon, can also become a legendary nickname.
……….” The old guy laughed and took a sip of wine, and then said to himself in a very, very soft voice: “It’s just that it’s hard to say whether this kind of thing is a good thing or a bad thing…”
Of course Bo Fu's hell ears heard the old guy's muttering, and he understood in his heart: "Aren't legendary mercenaries still mercenaries... It's hard to say that a person with such a name is lucky in life.
It's unfortunate...Basically, this kind of guy probably won't be able to leave the battlefield for the rest of his life." Thinking of this, Bo Fu turned his attention to the female mercenary beside him. "Kitten? Last time I saw you, you seemed to be...
Do you striptease in a bar? The income of mercenaries is so miserable?" The guy took out a can of Coke from his bag and gave it to the female mercenary.
The stripper glanced disdainfully at the Coke handed to her, and said to Bo Fu casually: "Yes, my income is average, and I have to rely on that to supplement the family income." As for whether it is true or not, only the devil knows. Bo Fu also said
Not much to say, he just paid a little attention to the equipment of his colleagues - basically the famous Uncle Kalash was used as the main weapon. Then they were equipped with different pistols or daggers to show their special abilities - Bo Fu even saw someone
He carried a folding hunting bow on his back... In addition, there were a few strong men carrying light machine guns in their hands - they were all gross goods, but there were also people who carried an M60 very arrogantly.
, wearing a headband to look like a hero.
The mercenaries scattered into the jungle. This damn place was full of bugs and messy tropical plants. Fortunately, it was not a rain forest, and there were no rotten leaves so deep on the ground. Otherwise, people would definitely die. Most of the mercenaries were
While cursing, those "ciluo" guys with oil paint on their upper bodies and carrying M60s and hunting bows were already lagging behind like the living dead. These mercenaries are the lowest level, that is, one hundred a day.
The lowest earner in the euro, he is also the most casualty cannon fodder in the mercenary industry. Bo Fu walked in the jungle as if walking. This guy put the AKM on his shoulder, carried a backpack, and walked leisurely among the insects.
His teammates saw Bo Fu doing this. Most of his colleagues thought that they would probably not see Bo Fu during the next mission. Only old Charlie and a handful of mercenaries looked at this with a clear look.
Guys, these old guys exchanged glances with each other and understood each other's meaning: "This guy is also a veteran, a veteran who has been on the battlefield! I'm really lucky to have picked up an experienced guy to join."
After walking in the forest for half an hour, most of the mercenaries relaxed - but then they heard a sharp whistle above their heads. Many mercenaries still didn't know what happened, and they asked each other confused questions.
Charlie, a few old guys and Bo Fu started to be alert, "This is the sound of artillery shells flying... I didn't expect these guerrillas to have started bombarding with long-range artillery?" Bo Fu was not nervous.
As he advanced, he looked up at the sky. The sound in his ears told him the trajectory of the artillery shells - his experience in participating in the largest war in human history told him that those were 75mm artillery shells. "That little guy of 75...
"Yes, what kind of heavy artillery can the guerrillas have? I think they are 122 high in the sky." Bo Fu walked forward without caring at all. At this time, the sound of the artillery shells falling to the ground and exploding could already be heard - they were only a few kilometers away from the target.
That's all. After being filtered by trees and branches, the explosion of the artillery shells seemed muffled, but it still turned the mercenaries into a chaotic mess of wasps. At this time, someone also stepped on the warning mines, and the explosions were heard.
Half of his foot was blown off and he fell to the ground screaming hoarsely. The morale of almost all the mercenaries dropped to the point of collapse in front of this screaming guy. Most of them turned around and prepared to escape - their chaotic actions happened to attract
The attention of the government troops who were suddenly attacked by firepower suddenly weaved a fire net from heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns, covering the heads of those unlucky mercenaries. The firepower of machine guns a few kilometers away was nothing, most of them
It could not hit the person at all and was absorbed by the tree trunk, but the mortar shells that fell later were fatal. The falling shells rubbed against the branches, and the fuse was detonated in advance, causing a fatal air explosion.
The fly-like mercenaries were swept to the ground. These guys were whining on the ground, and there were blood stains and leaking organs everywhere as they rolled. Several mercenaries from the Gate of Heaven had also been knocked down, and the stripper immediately
He hid behind a tree, shrunk his body to avoid being hit by shrapnel, and at the same time, he spotted the gap where the shells fell and began to jump forward. The goal was to get away from the base and return to the starting point...
Everyone else with some experience was doing this, even old Charlie. Only Bo Fu used his skillful infantry skills to leap towards the supply base. No one gave him fire cover, but relying on the woods to block his sight,
There was no concentrated firepower on Bo Fu at the base - in fact, they basically fought randomly, focusing mainly on defending against the 75mm field artillery shells fired by the anti-government forces - the roar of propellers could be heard in the sky.
The four helicopters quickly flew over the base and rushed towards the artillery position on the opposite side based on the results of ballistic calculations.
Bo Fu hid his body under a big tree outside the woods. He was waiting, waiting for the attack by the anti-government forces. In his telepathy, there were humans approaching the base covertly from both directions.
On the periphery, but the base's attention is now on the group of mercenaries behind Bo Fu who are still howling like ghosts...