"Rustling---" A slight sound came from the front. Zhu Xiaoyao followed the sound and saw a figure slowly climbing up.
It's him, it's him! Zhu Xiaoyao couldn't restrain his excitement and walked out with his brothers.
Fang Ming's military uniform was stained with blood and sweat, and he walked up step by step with Emily on his back.
The dark face reflects the unique perseverance and strength of a soldier, and the eyes that stare in all directions reveal a strong and confident heart. After being separated for only a few hours, Fang Ming experienced a gorgeous transformation from the inside out.
"Bang!" Fang Ming threw Emily to the ground, causing her to groan in pain.
"It's so heavy!" Fang Ming muttered, which made Emily angry.
No woman likes such comments, even Emily, who is a saint and does not eat the fireworks of the world!
Fang Ming took the military rations from the fire dragon, ate and drank from the water bottle, and walked through the five kilometers of Gobi at the fastest speed. Fang Ming was already exhausted.
Zhu Xiaoyao gave him a distressed look, then took out another military ration and handed it to him. Fang Ming pushed it away and said, "I won't eat it. There's still a long way to go, so save some money."
After standing up and stretching his hands and feet, Fang Ming looked at Emily.
"You---what are you going to do?" Emily yelled in horror.
Fang Ming raised his head and looked at Zhu Xiaoyao: "We can still rest for an hour!"
An hour later, Mutola will definitely catch up, and it will be an extremely cruel battle. Taking a hostage like Emily is very troublesome, and a way must be found.
There were only dead people on the battlefield, so Fang Ming pulled out the Wolf Fang Fighting Saber with a cold face.
"Young Master, let me do it!" Zhu Xiaoyao felt a little unbearable. Three months ago, this 23-year-old young man was still a businessman who was talking and laughing with red wine. In just a short time, he turned into a ruthless person.
Soldier. Zhu Xiaoyao asked herself in her heart. To be fair, this kind of change was something she was happy to see, but when this moment actually happened, it was so sudden and strange.
Holding the saber in front of his chest, the murderous look on Fang Ming's face flashed away. He suddenly grabbed Emily and carried her up the mountain.
"Let me go, let go!" Emily's hands and feet kept beating. In front of the strong Fang Ming, she was as weak as a lamb.
Fang Ming carried Emily until he climbed halfway up the mountain. He looked at his watch and saw that twenty minutes had already passed.
Emily sat slumped on the ground. She knew that her life was about to end. She looked around unwillingly, but still did not find her companions.
"Don't you think it's cruel to kill an unarmed and weak woman?" Emily had tears in her eyes and looked pitiful. Unfortunately, Fang Ming remained unmoved.
Emily kept talking in her ears, and Fang Ming got annoyed and slapped her hard: "Don't pretend to be a good person in front of me, think about those innocent women and children who died in your hands, you are still a weak woman
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After roaring angrily, Fang Ming frightened Emily. He took a crossbar, inserted it into the crack of the rock, and then hung Emily up.
Fang Ming was very serious when doing all this, and after finishing it, he looked like an artist looking at his masterpiece.
Emily kept struggling, but unfortunately it was all in vain. Fang Ming finished everything and returned to Zhu Xiaoyao.
"Young Master, don't you want to kill me?"
"If I don't kill him, this woman still has some use value. I won't let him die until I finish squeezing her out."
"Young Master, when did you become so cruel?"
Fang Ming took a breath and looked at the dark night sky: "The battlefield is a place of killing. If you don't wait for yourself coldly, you will die."
After saying that, Fang Ming turned around and walked into the jungle. At this moment, Zhu Xiaoyao felt that the little brother he had taken good care of had become the real leader of the team.
The night was dark, and Mutola's team stopped at the foot of the mountain.
Mutola only had more than 300 people in his hands. Patus led more than 200 people to go around to the rear to intercept. His opponent was the Dragon Shadow Team who was proficient in jungle and mountain warfare. Mutola could only wait.
"Sir, look over there!" A sniper saw something in the scope. He jumped up, pointed at the top of the mountain and shouted loudly.
Mutola looked up and saw a white object hanging halfway up the mountain. He picked up the telescope and his expression changed greatly.
Fang Ming actually hung Emily on a high pole, which posed a problem for himself.
Mutola still has a few mortars in his hand, but they cannot be used now, and he also has to worry about Emily as a burden during the battle, which is a very headache.
"Give me the order to organize three teams to enter the dense forest to explore the road. Remember not to get entangled with the enemy. Our main purpose is to investigate the situation."
Dozens of elite Vulcan guards slowly approached the jungle under the leadership of Sora. Sora was a veteran Vulcan guard. He had been following Attila since he was fourteen years old, and he was a fanatical religious figure.
In Sola's heart, there is nothing more noble and glorious than dedicating oneself to the true God.
This time Mutola asked Sora to take the lead, and Sora approached the dense forest carefully and cautiously, just like a cheetah approaching its prey carefully.
"Bang! Bang!" Rapid gunshots rang out, and the scene in front of him shocked Sora.
Flowers of blood bloomed on the soldiers' heads, and almost every shot hit the head accurately.
The dull sound of falling to the ground continued, and the sharp whistling of bullets tore at Sola's fragile nerves. His faith in the true God disappeared without a trace, and he could only crawl on the ground to avoid being hit by invisible bullets.
"Sir, this won't work!" Krakai, the deputy captain of the Vulcan Guard, has rich combat experience. He has already realized the problem. The opponent is in the dark and has a good location. He sends small groups of troops to attack every time.
It can only be eaten by the opponent bite by bite.
Krakai's words touched Mutola's heart. The opponent was a veteran of all battles and could only adopt an overwhelming combat mode.
The corpses of fallen soldiers were lying scattered on the hillside. These were elite warriors that the religion had put a lot of effort into cultivating. He was the supreme commander of this battle. If he could not win the final victory, Attila would never let him go.
Thinking of the heretics who were brutally executed, Mutola couldn't help but shudder.
Looking at the dark jungle, Mutola directly took a submachine gun and put on the bulletproof helmet carefully.
"Sir, do you want to attack in person?" Clark asked in surprise.
"Krakai sent me an order to tell Sora to continue moving forward!"
Half of Sora's men were already dead, and the purpose of continuing to advance was nothing more than to serve as cannon fodder for the follow-up troops to attack. This was really a cruel decision.
When Sora received the order, he was hiding behind a rock. He took a deep breath and ordered everyone to attack immediately.
"Boom!" The fire was blazing into the sky. These soldiers would not be stupid enough to point their guns at the enemy. They first threw grenades and attacked in the smoke and dust.
The sniper rifle roared crazily, but no one retreated. Only by rushing into the dense forest ahead could this terrible journey end.
To rush forward is to win, and victory is God!
"Boom!" The dust was flying, and several soldiers stepped on the trap. The sharp infantry barbs pierced the military boots and penetrated the soles of their feet.
This kind of infantry barb is a weapon specially used to deal with infantry charges. Zhu Xiaoyao was reluctant to use it when withdrawing from the canyon, which shows that she attaches great importance to Mutola.
Although this dense forest is a good place for a decisive battle, it is also a place for bloody battles. Here, both sides have no way out and can only see red with their bayonets. Zhu Xiaoyao used all the infantry barbed hooks without hesitation, and many Zoroastrian cultists
The moment the soldier's body stagnated, he was shot between the eyebrows by the sniper rifle that followed.
That’s right, it’s between the eyebrows!
The Zoroastrian helmets were very crudely made and could not effectively resist large-caliber bullets. In just two minutes, seven or eight soldiers in the front row were killed.
Fortunately, the follow-up troops had already followed up. Mutola divided the team into three groups. Sora, Krakai and himself each led a team and launched a crazy attack deep into the dense forest.
Wherever there was gunshots, they chased them, and a jungle sniper battle quietly started.
The tidal wave of enemies broke Fang Ming's original idea. The chess piece Emily was no longer needed. The most important thing now was to break it into pieces and use this dense forest to fight guerrillas with the opponent.
The enemy is better with more people, and his side is better with the ability to fight unilaterally. He must divide and disintegrate the opponent to the maximum extent. Fang Ming divided more than 30 subordinates into more than ten groups, and carried out the work according to the principle of three or four people.
Fighting independently. Suddenly gunshots were everywhere, Mutola continued to divide his troops, and there were many fewer people around him.
Fang Ming was assigned to a group with Zhu Xiaoyao, Porcupine, and Vulture. This group was the strongest and was responsible for the command of the entire army. According to the established deployment, the troops are now retreating towards the Atuo Pass. They must fight in mobile warfare
Attract enemies there.
Zhu Xiaoyao's eyes flashed coldly, and the loud gunshots outside did not disturb her at all. She carefully considered every detail.
"When the other party came out in full force, there were only more than 200 people, no more than 300 at most. Where did the rest go?"
This question reminded Fang Ming, could it be the enemy's reserve team?
Zhu Xiaoyao didn't reply. She looked at her watch. It was only ten kilometers away from the Atuo Pass. It would take four or five hours including the obstacles in the jungle.
"Young Master, let's deal with Mutola right here!"
What a bold plan, Zhu Xiaoyao really dared to think of it!
Mutola is also a master in his own right, and his combat power is not weak. It is not an easy task to draw chestnuts from the fire.
"So we have to break up his team as much as possible, wear out his patience, and send orders to the brothers to save bullets. We have to fight a protracted war in this jungle!"
Whether it is a big war or a small battle, a unified strategic purpose is required, and Zhu Xiaoyao made the final decision.
This order was first conveyed to the Fire Dragon, Black Panther and Aiolia on the perimeter. The three of them were the actual command team for the perimeter operations. When they received the order, the intensive gunfire suddenly weakened.
The dead and dark jungle lies in front of everyone, and a cruel night battle is about to begin!