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Somewhere in the jungle, opposite to the quiet jungle and the vague sound of insects, is a camp with a lot of people. Although the people in the center are all wearing military uniforms, it seems that it is not considered a military base.

Because this place does not even have the minimum barbed wire fence, some of them are scattered around the surroundings, but the MS and chariots under the net are still exuding a ferocious aura! This level of disguise is naturally difficult to hide from the investigation in the sky. Only experts only know that this place also has a mirage generator produced from the Eurasian Federation.

If you look down from the air, it is still a monotonous jungle. The neutron interference here is even more intense, so fierce that it can make many precision detectors fail. Because of this, the largest camp in the Amazon region of the Rebel Army, together with other smaller gathering places, makes the Atlantic Federal Army's support and supply convoy difficult to move forward.

When the main force of the Atlantic Federation occupied the entire South America like a destruction through naval and airdrop, these brown-skinned men, after receiving PLANT support in the jungle, firmly restrained a large number of troops. Just like the front ZAFT in Africa's "Dawn Desert" and were all nails in the enemy's backyard!

However, the "Dawn Desert" has been pulled out by Butterfield. The nail of the Earth Army has become even bigger after a large number of ZAFT remnants who are unwilling to give up their weapons.

The campfire gradually went out. After covering the soil, the heat emitted dropped again to the detectable range. The jungle around was like a man-eating beast. There were countless hidden whistles hidden in the dark woods. Just a few kilometers away, the leaves trembled slightly, and a group of people came out like ghosts, and then hid into the darkness again.

There were not many visitors, only about 50, and they were obviously divided into two teams. After dispersing, several black shadows gathered together and put them on their heads with raincoats, which opened the map and flashlight. This is the basis, otherwise the light in the darkness would be enough to make people discover themselves a few kilometers away.

"This is the last trace, but the vanguard has made new discoveries, and some tire traces that have not been erased are heading southeast." Falcon pointed to the map, then put a guide and said in response to the southeast direction.

The other man was silent for a few seconds and could not see the rank clearly, but he was at least a school-level officer. The elite Delta troops from the AD era used to be mainly terrorist prevention. After entering the CE war, they naturally continued their old career and regarded PLANT as the biggest terrorist. Therefore, they have rich combat experience, which is also the reason why Falcons chose.

Sure enough, the officer pointed his finger along the map, almost a feeling, nodded and said, "Scattered to the southeast to investigate. The communications here are very strong, please note that the team cannot disperse too much."

Falcon also knew about this. In the dark jungle without reference objects, a little deviation was a little different. In fact, the search was based on luck. Just as the two of them turned off the flashlight and put on the night vision again, a figure swayed in front of the team. After half a minute, the vanguard had already dragged a corpse.

The body was covered with mud and the rotten one was not serious. The doctor in the team checked and said with certainty:

"This man died less than a day and has not rotted. Judging from the wound, it should have been left by the Atlantic Federal rifle, but the location is not very fatal, it should have died of excessive blood loss."

The Falcon and the officer turned their heads and saw the joy of both sides through the green vision. The bodies were dead for a while, which undoubtedly indicated that the target was approaching. This man should have died on the way back, but his comrades were buried too shallowly, so they were dug out by the vanguards.

"Everyone, disperse, the vanguards are located 100 meters ahead, and firearms are not allowed!" The two men ordered that the team leader conveyed the order through gestures. After a while, the special forces scattered and stood on standby dispersed even further, almost opening a scattered line of two hundred meters horizontally, but the sound was slight, and only the leaves were trembling slightly.

The visitors were all Silver Wolf and the best among the Atlantic Federation Army. The experience of jungle warfare was extremely rich, so when it came to action, it was amazing.

The vanguards put away their guns, replaced their hunting crossbows and blow drums, and their actions were like ghosts. The movements in the jungle were not even louder, and a large number of high-tech detectors were also taken out to detect traps and thunders that might be hidden around them.

The Falcon pressed the signal of the airdrop troops' combat preparations, and also hid into the jungle with a gun on his shoulder.

Also several kilometers away, in a wooden house scattered, a middle-aged man with brown skin was holding his hands and looking into the air through the dim moonlight. Beside him, a boy in ZAFT uniform stood straight. Compared with the slightly sloppy uncle, the boy in the coordinator was naturally very handsome.

"Do you destroy a small team of MS and the infantry of at least one company?" The uncle spoke, but the faint moonlight shone on his face. He couldn't see his expression clearly. The words of admiration passed in a flash, and then he was already in a questioning tone: "But can you tell me why all the prisoners were killed? Including deserters who threw their weapons?"

Before he finished speaking, the young man of the coordinator had already retorted: "Mr. Andrew, please understand that we are not your subordinates! Our battle is transferred based on our own goals!"

"The goal is to kill indiscriminately, and then the hatred is overwhelming, killing people just for the sake of killing people?"

"This is exactly what I meant here! Instead of putting down my weapons and going back to PLANT!" The young man in the coordinator continued to emphasize his tone: "Or is it that he was dissatisfied when he saw us massacre your comrades before?"

The voice paused, and the uncle named Edward had turned his head and saw his face clearly. He was the ace of the Earth Army who had just defected, and Edward nicknamed the Ripper. But he knew that if he really fought alone for hatred, where did the MS parts that were secretly transported in every time?

But for the sake of independence in the entire South America, Edward did not want to make unnecessary quarrels, and the resistance army, which lacked high-end combat power, especially needed this group of coordinators.

So he shrugged and said, "I'm just thinking about everyone. If I do this kind of thing, my situation will become more and more difficult in the future."
Chapter completed!