The strongest mercenary

Survival or death is a problem we have to face every day. If one day we don't worry about it, it will only mean that we are dead.

——Mountain wolf

The five people disturbed the traces left by the front team, making it impossible for the enemy behind them to distinguish their whereabouts, but they received bad news from the machete, which showed that the enemy's reinforcements had arrived, and there was a regular army of about 600 men behind them.

"Shit..." The tree demon scolded, "How did he know that there were so many chasing soldiers?"

"I bet it's thanks to the insider of the rebels." The gambler simply put away the mines to be planted. Anyway, there were a large number of enemies tracking behind him, and the mine could not kill a few people, so he put the M18A1 broad sword mine back into his backpack. "I guessed right to bet 100 yuan."

"I bet it's not you if you don't bet for a day." Fear said while making a serial trap with hanging wood and grenaes.

"I bet you will definitely lose." The gambler turned around and said, "Bet one hundred yuan. I won't bet from now until this time tomorrow, how about it?"

"Thank you, I don't gamble." Fear shook his head helplessly.

"Betting and gambling are not the same concept." The gambler excitedly began to explain to him what gambling was.

"OK~OK..." Fear raised his hand helplessly, "Don't nag me. Now we are on a mission. If you want to gamble, let's go back."

"Are you done yet? Now that the soldiers are chasing, I think you should do some business. The ghost frowned and looked at them.

"Well, let's work first, and talk about other things when we go back." The gambler shrugged his shoulders.

"Shh..." The ghost raised his finger to his lips to signal everyone not to speak. The others immediately shut up, and even the tree demon who was setting traps stopped.

After a while, the ghost whispered, "Someone came, no more than ten, sneaking, definitely not the government army."

"Did they find a helper?" The giant brought up the machine gun.

"No matter who it is, let's go. Their target is VIP. I'll lead them away." Fear took up the gun. He had the highest rank among several people, so he had the right to make decisions.

"It's getting more and more interesting." The tree demon touched the scar on the top of his head excitedly, which was his habit for many years.

"Where are we going?" Gamblers ask for fear.

"To the west, lead them away." Fear glanced at the map and said, "Then find a chance to kill them."

"Great, I can finally meet a few decent opponents." While talking, a glimmer of light flashed in the gambler's eyes, which was an excited look.

Several people were not talking. While running forward, they deliberately left traces to show the enemy the way. Then the ghost confirmed whether the enemy was following. In this way, they walked and stopped to lead the enemy to the depths of the woods a few kilometers away.

Seeing that the enemy had been successfully attracted, the five people immediately set up an ambush to prepare for the destruction of the pursuers behind them.

The forest was quiet, and several people seemed to have completely disappeared into the jungle. Not long after, the birds that had no longer chirped resumed their chirping, and the whole jungle suddenly revived. Their familiarity with the jungle gave birth to their own backyard. It is no exaggeration to say that they can integrate with the jungle. As long as they do not move, they will become A part of the jungle.

"Here we go." The ghost leaned against the big tree and closed his eyes to judge the distance of the enemy only by his ears. "Five to fifty meters away... eight people."

As soon as his words fell into the forest, the birds did not call, and instantly became dead. Others had to admire the ghost boy. Even the birds were not as alert as him. If they could boast that they could be a part of the jungle, then the ghost itself was the jungle, because he was the child who came out of the forest.

The ghost was a vagrant in the China-Myanmar border area. Because he often haunted the jungle and towns, he was once regarded as a savage. At the age of ten, he was adopted by the warlords. From then on, he began to fight with the warlords and was good at jungle guerrilla, tracking and ambush. At the age of 18, the warlord was destroyed by the Myanmar government army, and he returned to the jungle again. Later, he was put under his command by the mountain wolf who went to the Golden Triangle to carry out a mission, and was sent to the foreign corps for four years of training. He was the youngest in the black blood, the lowest military service, but the soldier with the longest military experience and participation in actual combat. He was born in the jungle and grew up in the jungle, so he was a child of the jungle.

The forest was so quiet that even the rustling of leaves was extremely clear. The enemy did not appear. Obviously, they had found the abnormality here.

The giant's index finger rubbed back and forth on the trigger guard, but the enemy just did not appear. He had to wait patiently, but at this time, a colorful centipede with a length of 20 centimeters climbed up to his machine gun and shook its head in front of his eyes. He couldn't move.

"Go away, go away..." The giant meditated in his heart, but the centipede seemed to be consumed with him. He twisted and continued to lie on his holographic scope and swayed the long tentacles back and forth, just blocking his vision.

"Damn it." The giant locked his eyebrows tightly. Although he was not afraid of this thing, it interfered with his vision and made him unable to aim effectively. He had no choice but to gently blow hot air at the centipede, hoping that it would leave quickly. But at this time, his eyes suddenly found a trace of reflection flashed under a tree opposite, and he secretly screamed instinctively. Shrink your head to one side.

"Bang..." A crisp bullet smashed his holographic scope and flew past his face, took away half of his ear, and then "bang..." fiercely drilled the trunk of a big tree. It was not until then that he faintly heard a gunshot.

The giant felt that the right half of his face was like being slapped with a red-burning iron rod, and the pain almost turned his breath away. But he still turned over and hid behind the tree at the first time. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. At the moment he left, the bush where he was lying on his stomach was hit by the flying bullets.

"Damn it, what the hell are you doing, giant? Are you hurt?" Fear leaned behind the tree and cursed.

The giant cursed in Russian and said, "It's an accident, a minor injury, and it's not a hindrance."

"The number of enemies is superior. Be careful, everyone." The tree demon threw a grenade to the opposite side like a potato, which was as fast as a gun grenade. The continuous explosion almost blew the opposite side into a sea of fire.

"Boy, save some." Fear reminded him.

"Don't worry, I have enough." The tree demon was throwing vigorously. He mixed several tear gas and smoke bombs in the middle of the grenade. Soon a large mass of smoke floated in the forest, and a violent cough came from the opposite side. The unlucky enemy was hit.

"Da-da-da..." A row of bullets came out of the smoke and hit the tree not far away from the tree demon, and the enemy found his approximate location.

"Damn it." The tree demon shrank his neck and quickly changed his position.

Lin Zili's coughing soon disappeared, and Lin Zili suddenly regained peace.

"They dispersed. Be careful." The ghost listened and flashed into the forest.

The giant's right shoulder was full of blood. He listened to the movement in the forest, but the ear hole was already filled with blood. He reached out angrily, but found that half of the beaten ear was still connected to a piece of skin, falling back and forth under it. He cursed in his heart and pulled it off and stuffed it into his pocket casually, and then Slowly climbed up the big tree behind him and squatted on a branch to look down at the movement below.

The feet are wrapped in thick smoke, like a sea of fog in the morning. He carefully searched every corner he could see with the Pecheneg general-purpose machine gun. The holographic sight had been smashed by the enemy, and he didn't have time to replace it in a hurry. For him, a veteran who had been playing with guns for many years, there was almost no need to aim in this close-range encounter, so whether the scope was actually affected. Not big.

As time went by, the smoke began to spread around. The area was getting bigger and bigger, but the concentration was getting weaker and weaker. The giant could vaguely see the swaying figure below. It was a tree demon. He was carefully advancing towards the enemy's position. Seeing that he was not dangerous, the muzzle of the giant's gun passed over him and continued to search horizontally.

Soon he found that on the other side, about five meters away, an enemy was squatting there and waiting for someone to hit the muzzle of his gun. The guy actually moved so close to him with the cover of the smoke screen. The giant sneered and aimed at the enemy and pulled the trigger decisively. He used a triple shot, which could both effectively kill the enemy and It can reduce the chance of exposing your position.