Super Special Forces King

Chapter 703 the enemy's enemy is a friend

703.

Hearing the question from Tyrannosaurus Li Jian, why did he suddenly want to let go of the special soldiers of the Mi Army, Zhang Feng's mouth turned up with a scornful smile.

He lowered his voice and said, "Tyrannosaurus, I didn't want to let go of the Mi Army special forces suddenly, but I planned it long ago."

Tyrannosaurus Li Jian was confused, "What do you mean?"

"The gunshot that rang at that time was the one I let the monkey fire. The purpose was to give me an excuse to take the waltz away logically, so that you could kill the Mi Army special forces so that you could have a chance to let them go." Zhang Feng will happen at that time. The situation is spoken out.

Tyrannosaurus Li Jian understood what Zhang Feng did, but he still didn't understand why? What is the purpose of this?

"Mad, what's the point of doing this? Or purpose?"

"Hey, there is no specific meaning, but the enemy of the enemy is a friend. Hey, people who waltz wants to die, I naturally want to keep them alive, otherwise how disgusting waltz." Zhang Feng said Yin Yin.

Tyrannosaurus Li Jian nodded, it turned out to be so.

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"Captain, do you want to do it now?"

When the choreographer heard the question, he sneered at the corner of his mouth and looked down at his watch. It was already midnight.

"It's time to do it. Let the order go down and do it according to the plan. Everyone should not have too much entanglement with the enemy, and make a quick decision. After the action is over, we will gather directly towards our predetermined location." The dancer said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Captain."

The camp of the Rwandan army is very quiet. The long-term battle has strained everyone’s nerves, and their physical fitness has been overdrawn. Now that the battle is over, the tense nerves are relaxed and the overdrawn physical fitness needs to be restored. The best way is go to bed.

So now, in the Rwandan army camp, you can hear the grunts. It can be said that the soldiers of the Rwandan army are asleep, except for the necessary sentry!

And even the sentinels were sleepy one by one, fighting constantly with the upper and lower eyelids.

Under these circumstances, the mercenaries of the Blood Slaughter Brigade of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps who had been lying around for a long time received the order and began to act.

The order given by the choreographer was to behead, so the mercenaries who quickly approached the Rwandan camp were all very skilled.

The sentinels of the Rwandan Army approached silently, either with a sharp dagger directly cutting the throat, or wrapping their arms around the head, directly twisting the neck, or the dagger directly penetrating into the heart from behind.

Either way, all are killed by one blow.

Compared with the blood massacre brigade of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps, the only advantage of the Rwandan Army is the number.

However, in the face of such a night attack, the advantage of the number of people can not be used at all. In addition, the individual quality of the Rwandan soldiers is not at the same level as the mercenaries of the blood massacre.

Ten minutes later, the Rwandan army camp was completely silent, and all that could be heard was a low or high-pitched grunt.

"Captain, all the sentries have been cleaned up, are you now working on the target?"

There was a voice from the earphones used for communication, and the corners of the dancer's mouth sneered, Cheer Fang, you don't want our blood slaughter brigade to be a coolie for you, don't you sit back and enjoy the benefits of the fisherman? Let me see how long you can laugh.

Shen Sheng said: "Do it, bring me the target to the designated place."

"Yes, Captain!"

The marching tent in Cheer's room was picked up from the outside with gunpoint, and both faces were painted with oil paint, and the man with a gun and live ammunition walked in vigilantly.

They all have a faint smell of blood, obviously they have just seen blood.

While Cheer Fang was lying on the camp bed and slumbering, two big guys walked over and nodded slightly.

One of the big guys patted Cheer Fang on the face, and slapped.

"Ok……"

Chel Fang opened his eyes in a daze and saw two wicked men, no sleep, his eyes widened, just opened his mouth, and wanted to yell, the muzzle of the hard automatic rifle was stuffed into his. Inside the mouth.

"The nonsense will blow your head."

One of the painters said in a deep voice, then lowered his voice and said through the wireless communication device: "Captain, we found a suspected target."

On the other side, the choreographer heard him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Wait."

After speaking, he took the cell phone out of his pocket and dialed the phone number in Chel's room.

"Dudu..."

The mobile phone placed on the bedside table in Chel's room vibrated. The mercenary of the Blood Slaughter Brigade picked up the mobile phone to connect, but did not speak, only heard the other party say: "I am a dancer."

"Captain, it's me!"

"Then the person in front of you is the target, bring it back to me, so that the people on the periphery will also start to retreat, don't leave the tail, make it clean." The dancer said in a deep voice.

Cheer Fang heard what they were talking about, such as the captain, and couldn't guess who the other party was. His mouth was gagged, so he didn't dare to yell, otherwise he would anger the other party and shoot directly. Isn't it dead wrong.

"Who the **** are you?" Cheer Fang's voice was a little vague, but he could still hear it clearly.

"Where did you come from so much nonsense."

The mercenaries of the Blood Slaughter Brigade of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps had no good feelings for Cheer House, and the order given by the dancer was to bring the person back alive. It didn't matter whether they were injured or not.

When he was speaking, he directly picked up the **** and slammed it on the head of Cheer Fang.

Cheer Fang's head was smashed for a while, dizzy, and the blood flowed directly down the hair.

Before he woke up, a burst of army boots crackled like rain on him.

In less than half a minute, Cheer Fang's body was already covered with footprints, and his entire face was swollen into a pig's head.

"Don't fight, let's withdraw, and delay any longer, I'm afraid there will be some accident."

"withdraw."

Cheer Fang's fainted body was directly carried out of the marching tent.

The camp was very quiet, and all the secret and bright sentries had been removed, so the two of them carried Che's house as if they were in their back garden and left quickly.

The mercenaries on the periphery of the camp, after receiving them, also began to retreat towards the designated location.

The dancer has already rushed to the designated place with the blood slaughter brigade, waiting.

He is now ready to return to Rwanda as soon as possible, and the only concern now is Zhang Feng's safety.

Since the communication device was disconnected, he did not know how many times he called Zhang Feng's cell phone, but it was always turned off.

While the dancer was thinking about what Zhang Feng was doing now, the cell phone in his pocket rang and saw the caller ID, it was Zhang Feng who was calling.