"Hey, dear, why are the mosquitoes here so big?" A heavily armed team was walking through the rain forest. A member of the team with a turban on his head spread his hands, and there lay a mosquito that was much larger than the average size.
With him taking the lead, others also began to complain. The captain did not stop them. Communication was not prohibited during the boring march. Otherwise, in this environment, people's psychological problems would easily occur.
A team member with a southwestern accent laughed and said, "We are just three mosquitoes cooking up dishes here."
"Stop talking about this, I feel like vomiting again." The other one remembered what he had eaten before and looked very bad, even though his face was painted with oil paint.
"It is said that the team now needs to eat live chickens and earthworms for training." Another person also wanted to disgust him.
"Oh, that's nothing. Let him eat a beetle alive." The nausea seemed to come out again.
"So why did you eat so fast? You should have screwed your head off first." The other one continued without letting him go.
"Get the hell out of here." He felt a little nauseous as he recalled the insect that bit him when it was about to die in his mouth.
"Haha", several people laughed softly. The difficult march made them have fun in the misery.
The jungle is no different from other areas. There are no roads here at all. You can only use a machete to open the road while moving forward. The moving speed is extremely slow. The straight-line distance is only a few kilometers and may take a long time to walk, not to mention the mosquitoes here.
Annoying.
The leader, who was using a machete to clear the way, made a stop gesture, and everyone immediately stopped and looked for cover to establish a warning.
"I just received news that I have found Mindeng's temporary foothold." The captain took out a map and navigation equipment and repeatedly confirmed the current location. The positioning accuracy of GPS in this kind of jungle is not good.
Everyone's enthusiasm was ignited, "Great, we finally found this grandson."
They followed the traces of the cold front and had been following him in the jungle for five days. "How could that man from the food factory persist for so many days? He must be injured based on the traces, and he doesn't have any equipment."
The deputy captain who was in charge of rear guard whispered, "He probably didn't intend to go back alive. After all, in his mind, all his comrades had died."
Thinking of the tragedy at the scene, everyone's hearts were filled with anger. The captain entered the new coordinates into the navigation device and re-calibrated the target on the map. "So, we have to speed up and bring that guy back alive, and tell everyone that this
Let alone SEALs, not even aliens can cause trouble."
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In the village where Min Deng settled, he sensitively realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He asked his assistant to check what was wrong, but was told that everything was normal, 'Am I too sensitive?'
Min Deng frowned, "Have they contacted Lao Mao?"
"We have been contacted. They have successfully ambushed the team. It is still half a day's journey from here. We should be able to arrive in the evening." The assistant lowered his head and his eyes flashed.
Min Deng did not become suspicious. After all, few people would look at him in the eye. After all, several people died doing this.
He nodded, "We will move immediately after the old cat arrives."
After the assistant went out, Mindeng stood up and walked to the photo of his brother Wuji, took out three sticks of incense and lit it, "I avenged you."
"Assistant, how are you?" A little boss came over.
The assistant glared at him and said, "Go back and talk."
Returning to his room, the assistant looked at no one around and lowered his voice, "Is your news reliable?"
"Of course, I made a special trip back last night. The news is absolutely reliable. It came from the headquarters of the United Wa State Army. Each of the seven people is worth five million U.S. dollars, regardless of life or death."
"Assistant, if we are going to take action, we must hurry up. Kokang and the Shan State also know this news. It is said that the Southern Shan has begun to assemble the team." The little leader's eyes flashed with greed.
The assistant knew that even if he disagreed, these people would do it. It would be impossible for these people to see such a large amount of money in their lifetime. Selling DU makes money, but the money belongs to the boss.
"Who can guarantee that the other party will pay?" What if the other party doesn't accept the payment after doing it?
"The guarantor is from HCLI, otherwise how could even people from Shan State be tempted." The little boss became more and more excited. If he wasn't worried that his men couldn't defeat those Westerners, how could he tell him the news.
"Okay, let's do it. You go and ask your people to prepare, and I'll contact the others." The assistant gritted his teeth. Anyway, Minden has been completely defeated now. Why should he grovel in front of him?
Just when several factions were making up their minds, 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
Behind a thick tree trunk, I took out a medical kit to help him stop the bleeding, but judging from the severity of his injury, the former Marine Corps member should have survived.
Old Mao asked everyone to spread out and find cover, keeping a distance of less than ten meters. This is not a minefield. This mine was deliberately placed here. It is self-evident who did it.
"Okay, since we can't get rid of him, we will find him and kill him." The old cat also got really angry, "Two people search forward a hundred meters, and be careful not to be more than fifteen meters away from each other.
rice."
"What about Matthews?", the black man looked at the old cat.
"Put him and his equipment here first. We can only find the monkey first."
"clear."
The trees in the jungle block out the sky and the sun, making it difficult for the sun to shine on the ground, making it seem like dusk even though it is early morning.
In a grass nest not far away, Leng Feng stared at every move of Lao Mao and others without blinking. He accidentally discovered the American M14 anti-infantry mine, and he almost tried his best to lift it.
When he came out, such an old thing would probably explode if touched, but he had no other choice but to give it a try.
Now it seems that this gamble is very appropriate. There is absolutely no way that the person who stepped on the thunder will survive. Leng Feng looked at the equipment around the person and became excited.
There were only six people left in Laomao, and there were still too few people searching the nearby 100-meter area. Although they had tried their best to check all suspicious locations, Leng Feng still found the opportunity to pass between the two groups of people.
The attraction of the equipment was too great, and he had not slept for several days. His mental and physical strength were at their limit. It could be said that he would not be able to hold on if he did not take action.
However, Leng Feng was still very careful. He knew that this was a group of veterans with rich combat experience. He waited until these mercenaries had walked nearly fifty meters before slowly crawling towards the injured team member.
Leaning on the trunk of the tree was a modified Recce rifle, a 16-inch match-grade barrel, a floating handguard, and a Leupold TS-30 A2 scope. Leng Feng endured it for a while, making sure there were no other ambush around, before reaching out to