But now there was no movement in the jungle except the rustle of the wind and the chirping of birds.

Basang was completely immersed in this mountain forest at this time, compared to his speed as the wind just now, then he was as immobile as a mountain now!

He is a tree, a boulder, anything in the forest, but not a person.

Every step he took made him tired. Not only do you have to make sure you breathe the same breath as the jungle, but you also have to anticipate when and where the other party's bullets will come from!

It's an ability, an extension of his mental and instinctive reactions, and the one that allows him to live on the battlefield of iron and fire for four years!

Target, there are less than a hundred meters!

Although he couldn't see the other party, he could be sure that he was still there.

Who will it be?

Patriarch?

No way.

The patriarch is almost sixty years old, and his physical fitness, reaction speed, and ability to fight in the field have long passed their peak. Although the patriarch used to be the best hunter in the clan, now that he is older, his physical condition has deteriorated greatly. And the only thing left to show his hands is his years of experience and strong judgment.

And the patriarch has only one shotgun in his hand, how can it be possible to use PSG-1?

And Basang's personal action will definitely not bring much pressure to the other party.

In the face of a fighter of his level, no sniper dared to relax a little.

However, the spirit is highly concentrated for a long time, and although this kind of battle makes him very tired, the opponent is definitely uncomfortable. This kind of fatigue is absolutely unbearable for a person of the patriarch's age.

Basang, who was back anchored behind a big tree, let out a long breath, there were still eighty meters left, which was already the limit distance. There is no way to move forward again with this kind of latent technique alone, although he does not have a bit of murderous aura on his body now, but the other party's muzzle is definitely aimed in his direction.

This is an instinctive reaction of a sniper, although he can't see the enemy, but he can definitely perceive the general direction, if he can't even do this, it's better to be a professional dad at home, and save the merit of becoming an enemy on the battlefield.

The only thing that can be done now is to break through.

Basang is quite confident in his marksmanship, although he is now at a distance of 80 meters, and he only has a Type 92 9mm pistol in his hand, but he has absolutely no problem hitting the target.

The gunshots covering his own side behind him rang out again, and it seems that this Isabel is really not to be underestimated, and the viciousness of his eyes can be seen at this time!

Turning over and flashing, the movements are swift and dexterous. As he was about to pounce on the natural bunker that had been chosen, the fifteen rounds of the gun were fired, followed by a tumble that turned into bunker, and the magazine was reloaded.

At the same time, the opponent fired the first shot after Bassan's attack.

The bullet grazed his arm and flew past, cutting open a wound. I grabbed a handful of soil and wiped it on the wound, this small wound, as long as the bleeding stopped, I didn't care about it.

Fifty meters!

The other party's gunfire was so loud that in an instant there were countless bullets that enveloped Basang! Danger, absolute danger, he didn't have time to flee back at all, he couldn't dodge.

At this distance, the bullet can pierce through all trees and mounds of dirt. With just one shot, a bowl-sized hole will be cut in his body.

Curl up your body into a ball of flesh, and at the same time push your speed to the limit. While constantly dodging, it still keeps moving forward.

Basang was desperately dodging, pounced, and rolled.

Desperately, the three ultra-difficult battlefield evasion moves were smoothly used by Basang in an extreme time.

The jungle was now only the roar of gunfire and his violent gasps.

Both sides had just thought that his speed had reached the limit. But now it seems that a place that definitely doesn't stay for 0.35 seconds is where he is really strong, and everyone is shocked by Basan's toughness!

All Europeans and Americans, five in number, mercenaries from abroad? What are they doing here?

Hiding behind a rock, Basang was no longer thinking about these issues at this time. How can we get out? is the most important thing at the moment. Don't even think about it, the other party is an extremely experienced mercenary, and once you rush out, the best outcome is to become a sieve!

At this moment, Basang heard a burst of shouting and scolding coming from behind him. ALTHOUGH I DON'T SPEAK GOOD ENGLISH, I CAN STILL UNDERSTAND THE CHINESE TRANSLATION OF THE ENGLISH SCOLDING OF 'F**K YOU', WHICH GREETS THE DIRECT WOMEN OF THE OTHER PARTY'S FAMILY.

Provocation is provocation. Basan's nose was sore, and he almost cried. This is also something that only one's own brother would do. You must know that the other five people are all international mercenaries, and their marksmanship is very good. A battlefield idiot like Xing Jie is really no different from looking for death, this is fucking helping himself with his life.

And Xing Jie's provocative effect is not very good, after all, they are all top mercenaries, and it is not uncommon for them to be urinated on when they are on a mission. Such low-level provocations are really not a big deal.

Xing Jie was also crazy, Zhou Ziyu didn't hold it, only to see Xing Jie snatch an AK105 lying there and start to burst out.

"This is fucking looking for death! Do you really think that the other party's sniper is eating dry food?" Zhou Ziyu was furious and desperately dragged Xing Jie down.

At a distance of almost two hundred meters, to be honest, it is not really useful to fight with a carbine, even if the range of the gauge is 500 meters, and there is no long-term shooting practice, it is useless to give you a gun. What's more, a guy like Xing Jie, who has been a soldier for four years and is just a cooking soldier.

But his nickname 'Lucky Jie' showed great power at this time, Zhou Ziyu's drag made the thirty bullets in Xing Jie's gun fly around, and several bullets even flew past Basang's side, directly hitting the opponent's position.

Basang rushed out like a cheetah.

With his own high speed, he rushed forward quickly, and the opponent's bullets kept shooting behind and around him.

Now his flesh is strong to the extreme, and the explosive power of his legs gives him a speed beyond anyone else's imagination.

With his own high speed, the saber in his hand was thrown out, but in a flash of black light, it was directly inserted into the eye socket of a black man.

This black man was originally tall and strong, and the M240B machine gun in his hand was constantly spitting flames, he was a heavy fireman, and of course Basang was the first to kill him.

As a result, after dropping the black strong man, he took off the grenade on the opponent's waist, rolled a few times at great speed, and quickly approached the sniper. He didn't aim either, raised his hand and threw it over.

The distance of more than 20 meters is simply easy for Basang.

There was a bang, and there was no movement over there.

The two mercenaries on the left, no longer caring whether they would accidentally injure others, burst out of the guns in their hands at the same time. Gunfire erupted and bullets flew everywhere.

Basang hurriedly turned over and flashed to the side, and the saber he had just captured was thrown out again, and at the same time, without even looking at it, rushed towards the other person.

That's when he pushed his speed to the limit. In the blink of an eye, he rushed through a distance of more than ten meters. With a strong momentum, he kicked off the opponent's calf with one kick, and then shot the opponent in the head with a single shot.

At this time, the saber was blocked by the other party, but before he could rejoice, he felt that the fire flashed in front of him, and he fell into eternal darkness.

Basang didn't care about anything else, and the Type 92 nine-millimeter pistol in his hand opened fire again, breaking the finger of an enemy with a single shot.

The mercenary was also fierce, his fingers were even to his heart, and he could bear such pain, so he took out his saber with his backhand and stabbed it into Basan's chest.

I saw that Basang grabbed his wrist and twisted it back slightly. Only two gurgling sounds were heard, and the mercenary's forearm was twisted, blood splattered, flesh and bone separated, and the two arm bones were bloodily pierced out of the body.

Then he kicked the mercenary in the crotch so hard that he heard the ghost guy who was still howling in pain just now suddenly stopped and made a sound from his nose.

Then take it to your neck!

It's over, except for the time of Bassan's attack, the entire engagement lasts no more than a minute!

Although he was killing the enemy, his fierce and violent fighting state shocked everyone on his side.

After a rest, Bassan went to the sniper's side and took a closer look. Why would someone with such an old and strong shooting skill stay there and remain motionless?

Seeing the corpse, Basang's pupils contracted suddenly.

It's not that the other party doesn't want to move, it's because he can't move at all!

Both legs are tightly bandaged, and it seems that even if he doesn't die, he will have to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair when he returns!

Who did it?

Once again, a sense of danger hung over him.

However, this feeling seems to be just a demonstration, a warning, and not murderous.

"Who!" he snapped and exclaimed.

Several figures rushed out of the depths of the jungle at great speed, and one of them shouted as he ran: "Brother, don't shoot, it's me!"

The person who came out was Bai Ma, Basang's own brother. Although he is also a good hunter, Basang does not want him to follow the old path of the Kangke people again, and must go out of the mountains, go to college, and change the cyclical fate of hunting all his life, marrying his daughter-in-law, giving birth to dolls, and hunting.

If he hasn't made a radical change, his younger brother Baima, who has been extremely smart since he was a child, is his last hope. The children of the mountains, the elven hunters of the forest!

And there are a few people behind the white horse, but not only the hunters of the Kangke clan, but also a team, and there are all of them in it. But when Basang saw the two leading men, he laughed.