Even the Navy SEALs are no match for me. You guys are really tired of living." Jackal smiled coldly and issued a group combat mission.
"Contain their snipers and start the feast of killing...Kill them all and avenge their dead comrades!" the jackal shouted loudly.
"Da da da..." A string of bullets swept past the jackal, splashing countless muddy water. He hurriedly threw himself down again and roared: "Fire! Use rocket launchers! And incendiary bombs..."
"Boom..."
A rocket launcher shell landed in the area where Poison Wolf's mercenary soldiers were most densely packed, and a burst of ghostly howling sounds suddenly sounded. Jackal felt pain in his heart, as the screams meant the weakening of combat effectiveness, and the high pension that had to be paid.
These are things that can make him heartbroken for a long time.
However, this was just the beginning. The artillery bombardments came one after another, and the impact points were in places where soldiers were densely packed. After several rounds of artillery, he lost at least ten soldiers!
Under such weather conditions, it is impossible for the enemy to detect their position with the naked eye and make such a precise attack. Jackal immediately realized that this area had already been monitored by the enemy. What he thought was a sneak attack was actually
The enemy is already clearly known.
This explains very well why the combat group on the left wing was completely blown up by two flying grenades. At first, he was still lucky, thinking that the opponent's ambush sniper was lucky and discovered it by chance.
Only then did Jackal understand that the so-called luck was actually a result of strength. The opponent's camp was equipped with many high-tech technologies, and the weapons and equipment should have been considered to be at the level of the special brigade of developed countries. His own equipment and combat personnel
Their quality is good for bullying the natives of Africa, but compared with these regular troops who are armed to the teeth, they are really not good enough.
"Retreat! Retreat immediately!" The heavy losses did not completely anger Jackal to make a last-ditch effort. Instead, he became extremely vigilant and decisively made the decision to retreat. A mercenary who has been able to serve for decades has
Unscathed, the jackal's reputation for cunning and decisiveness is not earned for nothing.
"Boss, they want to escape!" Ge Shu said anxiously through the communicator. As he spoke, he wanted to get out of the car and pick up weapons to chase down these remaining enemies. It was not his duty to monitor the enemy's situation, but the team had already
The job of the dead Fujii tree, but for a while, the team couldn't add such a character at all, so Ge Shu could only take on the part-time job.
"Don't worry, they can't escape," Hansen's voice was full of coldness, "Quinier, drive and catch them! I don't believe that a two-legged person can outrun a four-wheeled machine.
"
Quinnier was already on standby. After receiving Hansen's order, he immediately drove the car and rushed out of the hiding place. Behind the carriage, several black soldiers quickly ran out of the hiding place, climbed up, stood up, and
He fired wildly with his rifle.
"These black-skinned monkeys run so damn fast!" The old ghost was too far away from Kunir's position and couldn't catch up, so he had to curse. This is what Geshu and others often used to scold him.
, but at this time, he was unconsciously using it on an enemy with the same skin color as himself. It was really hard to accept.
Hansen has already rushed down from the camp, followed closely by Chen Ziyun. Under the cover of artillery fire, the two of them are still safe.
Hansen felt a lot of pressure. Zen Seventeen repeatedly told him to protect Chen Ziyun's safety. But at this time, Chen Ziyun was following behind him, and there were many enemies firing in front of him. The bullets did not have eyes, so if they were hit,
Chen Ziyun, that would be great fun. Regardless of whether Chen Ziyun was injured or killed by a stray bullet, Hansen knew that he and his team would be doomed. He had already seen the terrifying methods of Zen Seventeen, and Hansen was not sure that he could
He was able to escape the pursuit of Zen Seventeen. But Chen Ziyun, who was exuding murderous intent, did not dare to dissuade him. Since the battle started, Chen Ziyun quickly became red-blooded. In Hansen's eyes, Chen Ziyun became extremely strange.
There is no rationale for killing people with red eyes.
In desperation, Hansen had no choice but to let out a roar that was comparable to a tiger's roar, and then suddenly pulled the sniper rifle in his hand, shooting out the fierce bullets one after another.
He doesn't ask for hitting the target, he just wants to draw the firepower to his side.
Chen Ziyun didn't understand Hansen's painstaking efforts. Although the sniper rifle was powerful, it was not suitable for direct confrontation on the battlefield. Relatively speaking, the shooting speed was too slow and was not comparable to rifles and submachine guns. Chen Ziyun also opened fire quickly, shooting in the distance.
He shot at the figure in order to take the pressure off Hansen.
But when he saw Chen Ziyun firing, Hansen was not only not happy, but also had a bitter look on his face. Who was he trying to escape for? Chen Ziyun, you bastard, couldn't you let me save some time? He couldn't care about anything else.
, quickly threw Chen Ziyun to the ground, and howled: "This is not how war is fought! This is to die!"
After being thrown to the ground, Chen Ziyun's entire head was immersed in the water. After this period of immersion, Chen Ziyun suddenly trembled, and the manic and bloodthirsty feeling deep in his heart began to dissipate. Chen Ziyun raised his head and struggled
He shook off the water on his face, took a breath, and suddenly remembered his previous recklessness. He couldn't help but feel a little scared.
"Ziyun, stay here, this kind of work is not for you." Hansen said nothing, grabbed Chen Ziyun's weapon, and continued to move forward. At this time, Kunnier had already driven the truck down the slope of the camp.
, and went to kill the poisonous wolf mercenaries.
"These black-skinned monkeys just like to beat down drowned dogs, and I didn't see them rushing out just now! Damn it!" Hansen roared angrily, "Quenir, remember, stay alive!"
After the confrontation, there were less than ten Poison Wolf mercenaries left, and most of them died under the bombardment of rocket launchers. At this time, seeing the enemies in the camp attacking again, there was no way they could resist. That was the only way.
Only then did Jackal remember what his employer said when he hired them, and that the enemy he was facing was powerful enough.
There was no use regretting at this time. The vehicle was parked relatively far back, and Jackal and the others had to run a certain distance if they wanted to escape from the battlefield. The distance was not that far, but for everyone in the current situation, this distance was fatal.
The soldiers who had been frightened and tortured by the elephant were venting their anger with the assault rifles in their hands. As far as we know, two or three of their team members have been killed tragically at the feet of the wild elephant. The mastermind behind all this
, those mercenaries within their shooting range.
This was a one-sided killing. How could the poisonous wolf mercenaries struggling to escape in the mud compare to the speed of the wheels? Moreover, under the illumination of the car lights, the shooting accuracy of the soldiers on the car was higher.
"Surrender! We surrender!" Less than 300 meters away from the parked vehicle, Jackal found that there were not many team members left around him, but the fire from behind showed no intention of stopping. He finally couldn't suppress the feeling deep in his heart.
Fear, with a "plop", he knelt down in the muddy water, threw away the gun, and raised his hands high.