"Colonel, we've been bitten by a scorpion!" "Colonel...... Colonel, killer bees!" "Ahhhh Michael's throat rolled for a while, it was terrible, how did the other party do it, for entering the jungle, it was impossible for them not to guard against these poisons, they had the best potions, poisons were absolutely impossible to get close, and now this situation was obviously man-made, and I had never heard of any special forces who would be attacked and killed by poison in jungle warfare.

"Rustle!" came a loud noise from the depths of the jungle, like the sound of bodies rubbing against leaves. The small sound caught the attention of the beret, and as they listened closely, everyone had a look of fear on their faces, and they knew very well that it was the sound of a large number of poisonous insects moving forward, and that the forces of nature could not be resisted by man.

"Damn, bees, you got so many little things," the leopard muttered to himself. The scary thing is that these little things bees can only drive, and they can't fully control them, but the most terrifying thing is that they are also in the direction of those poisonous insects. The leopard rolled and sprang out, and the bullets poured down behind him, following his body and punching bullet holes in the ground.

"Stop fighting, leave quickly!" Michael pulled the team member who fired the gun, and the violent gunfire could stimulate the action of the poisonous insects even more. The few berets left in a hurry.

"The leopard is a big stupid one!" the spider muttered to the bee beside him. "Hehehe, think about the rest of these cuckolds, tigers, rats, and chameleons should be able to leave them all behind!" Listening to the voice, Bee should be a woman, but her face is always covered with a thin veil, so that people can't see her appearance clearly.

"You're worried about the captain, right?" Seeing that the bee nodded, the spider smiled hehehe, "Don't worry, the eagle's garbage is not enough for the boss to eat alone, not to mention that the turtle is still with him." We all see your heart for the Boss, but the Boss is a lump of wood, how would you know if you don't say it?" "Enough! Don't say it!" the bee interrupted the spider with a wave of her hand, her movements so gentle that she couldn't tell that she was a cold-blooded member of the Dark Dragon.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Michael's team members fell in response. "Sniper, hidden!Hanks, find him, kill him!" Michael immediately made a military evasion. "Bang" has a beret member falling. The sound of a machine gun rang out, and at 12 o'clock, a big man with a heavy machine gun of the QJY88 type made in China was firing at the beret looking for cover. The heavy machine gun, which was more than a man high, was empty in his hands, and one enemy after another was torn to shreds by the high-speed machine-gun bullets.

By the time everyone was about to fight back, the big man had already disappeared, leaving only fragments of corpses all over the ground. Michael looked around, crying without tears, and was repeatedly sniped, not only did he not kill any of them, but also suffered heavy losses, until now, only about 40 berets of 300 people remained.

This is a completely unequal battle, a one-sided slaughter, and the combat ability of the Dark Dragon Squad is beyond imagination. While the berets were terrified, no one noticed a figure swimming on the tangled vines. The intersecting vines form mottled shadows on the ground under the sunlight. Swimming figures use the gaps in their shadows to swim back and forth between the ground and the vines, as if the branches of trees growing in the jungle are swaying in the wind.

"No!" Michael chuckled in the center, just now he was in the direction of six o'clock with the presence of a team member with a beret, but now it was empty, and the surrounding team members seemed to be decreasing one by one.

Suddenly, a sense of danger hits, an instinct that has been honed over a long period of life and death. Before Michael had time to think deeply, a dodge rolled under the vine on the left. The vine was pressed very low, and there was a dead angle in front and above, and Michael could roll under the vine to defend against attacks from the rear.

A slender figure appeared in front of Michael, and in this short period of time, the beret was completely destroyed, and the remaining few people were only struggling.

"We lost!" Michael's voice was a little helpless, but more relieved.