Honglian should have been outside all the time, and when she heard this, she immediately walked in with a serious face.

The other side seemed to realize something, and was silent.

Only the sound of bullets could be heard from the communication tools, and it was clear that the team that had gone out on a mission was in a rather bad situation.

The Siberian Tiger's eyes gradually turned red, his breathing was heavy, he hesitated for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Is it possible to break through?"

"Nope!"

"So. ”

The Siberian Tiger said word by word, with great difficulty: "Send the information back, and then, give them a meeting gift!"

"Yes, Iron Team!"

A burly Huaxia soldier glanced at the seven or eight companions around him and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

He took out an electronic instrument, radioed the coordinates of the island, and finally checked the firearm, and said, "The iron team said, let's give these bastards a meeting gift!"

The crowd replied in a deep voice, "Yes!"

Hearing this, the soldier narrowed his eyes, glanced at the enemy who was getting closer and closer, and shouted in a deep voice: "Kill them!"

War has always been brutal.

As long as there is war, there will be injuries and deaths.

Especially in the situation of fewer enemies and more enemies, the whole army will be annihilated.

When this soldier shouted the words "kill them", these seven or eight soldiers already knew their fate.

Are they afraid?

No, they're not afraid!

Ever since they put on this uniform and took the weapon in their hands, they knew that their lives were no longer their own.

It belongs to the country and to the people.

They are the world's most powerful Chinese soldiers, known as the unparalleled in the 6 places!

They are elite soldiers who have endured countless bloody battles of death and blood.

Even in the face of a thousand times the enemy's attack, they can deal with it calmly.

The soul of the Chinese army will last forever!

Da Da Da ......

The sound of assault rifles rang out suddenly.

The partners who ambushed the enemy on the periphery eliminated the first three enemies to rush up, and one of them turned back with a relaxed face and smiled at the other comrades: "Don't leave it at that, if anyone can kill it, remember to go to the grave to toast a glass of wine, chatter!"

"No problem!" the others grinned, leaning against the trees.

"You're not done!"

A soldier laughed out loud and said, "There are so many people, why don't you hurry up and do it, do you really want to kill until dark?"

"Haha!"

The other soldiers glanced at each other, and they all saw the look of fortitude in each other's eyes, and then resolutely turned around and crawled forward.

In the case that there are few enemies and I have few enemies, it is to fight hard with the other party, which is looking for death.

Therefore, guerrilla tactics can play the greatest role at this time.

Moreover, in the conditions of such a dense gathering, the enemy will definitely think of bombarding with shells, so that it will be served in one pot.

That kind of death is really a bit of a nest!

Even if it is, you can't die too badly!

As a soldier in China, even if he is, he can only die in battle.

Bang bang bang!

Thundered......

Sure enough, when these seven or eight soldiers dispersed, there was a large-scale bombardment at the position where they had stayed before, and in an instant, the loess was flying, the grass and trees were scorched, and the smoke was thick.

This will be a bloody battle!

The enemy on the periphery kept pouring in, but no matter how many people they came up, they could still hear the gunfire.

There were gunshots, which meant that the seven or eight Chinese soldiers had not yet died.

Therefore, the commander of the Sword of God rebel army outside once again asked his men to charge, and after a few explosions, the gunfire was completely extinguished!

The enemy commander of this small battle was a man with a short beard.

He had a distinct scar on his forehead that looked like it had been cut by shrapnel, and it looked like his face was a little hideous.

After hearing the gunfire in the jungle completely disappear, he turned to look at a leader next to him and asked in a deep voice, "Didn't you say that there were only seven or eight people on the other side?"

There was a strong displeasure in his words.

A team of seven or eight people actually caused him to lose hundreds of people.

He couldn't help but be angry!

One can imagine what kind of severe reprimand he will face when this result reaches the ears of General Munda.

If it's serious, you'll even be killed with a single shot by the enraged General Munda.

In the history of the Sword of God rebels, there has never been such a record, it is simply a shame!

Those Chinese soldiers, what kind of monsters are they?

"The news received is indeed like this, the number of the other party is only seven or eight, and there are almost no weapons with great lethality!" said the leader with a look of panic on his face, and his voice trembled.

"Nima's stinking fart!"

The short-bearded man slapped the leader in the face, and the latter's eyes suddenly flashed with stars, and red blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

"Seven or eight men killed hundreds of my brothers?"

The short-bearded man said coldly, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

"But the news we received is true...... "The little leader said with a look of grievance, covering his already swollen face.

"Clean up the scene immediately, I want to see if they have three heads and six arms!" said the short-bearded man.

"Yes!" the little leader rushed into the battlefield as if he had been relieved.

For him, even if there are enemies on the battlefield, it is safer than standing next to a short-bearded man, even if those Chinese soldiers are really three-headed and six-armed!

When he trotted to the war zone, the brothers who were cleaning up the scene had a very strange face.

To put it in a proper word, it's panic.

That's right, even when clearing the battlefield and sharing the fruits of victory, they still looked around in panic, as if they were in awe of something.

The little leader was furious, kicked a rebel soldier in front of him, and roared, "What the hell are you doing? What about the corpses? Why are they all ours?"

The rebel soldier was kicked and fell to the ground, hitting his face on a tree, and his nose bleeded.

But even so, it couldn't alleviate the shock in his heart, or the panic.

The soldier endured the pain and got up, the panic on his face did not diminish in the slightest, and he said in a trembling voice: "Sir, there is no corpse!"

"What do you mean by not having a body?"

The little leader's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart was even more panicked, could it be that those guys could still escape?

No way!

It's simply impossible!

Unless they can fly away, how can they run away?

So, where did those soldiers from China go?

Why, there are no corpses of them on the battlefield?

And why did these brothers have a deep panic on their faces?

It's as if there is some ghost here that scares them inside!

, what the hell!

(End of chapter)

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