Leng Feng's eyes were cold, if these three scouts were allowed to detect the place where the Longyan warriors were stationed, and then send a signal to let the troops in front of them rush over with full firepower, it would be very dangerous. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Immediately. Leng Feng put away the sniper rifle. After the three scouts disappeared in a forest. He climbed gently down from the tree.

Sou.

Leng Feng landed on both feet. His figure flashed. He had locked onto the breath of the three scouts themselves. Therefore they could not escape.

These three scouts are also scouts. The figure is sneaking through this mountain forest. They were cautious. He has a wealth of experience in stealth reconnaissance.

Rao is so. They didn't notice it. Not far behind them. Leng Feng's cold eyes were staring at them. Treat the three of them as their prey.

It was dark. In this forest. It was even more gloomy.

The three scouts continued to sneak forward. Suddenly. One of them seemed to sense something was wrong. He suddenly stopped. Two of his other companions also stopped. He looked at the scout with an inquiring look in his eyes.

"How do I feel as if someone is following us......"

The scout who stopped first spoke. He frowned. I'm trying to sense something.

Sou.

Suddenly. An incomparably sharp sound broke through the air. The scout sensed it. His face changed suddenly. He immediately turned back. What I saw was a cold light that came like lightning.

Laugh at.

The scout's throat* burst with a puddle of blood. Sputter when in the air.

One of the scouts next to him hadn't reacted. A hand reached out. Clamped his throat, followed by a 'click' of a choked throat.

The third scout reacted, his right hand moving, and the gun he was holding was about to be pointed over, but it was still half a beat slower.

Bang.

A heavy leg swept across his chest and abdomen, sending him flying and slamming his body into the trunk of a large tree on his right.

The scout had a gold star on his head, coughing up blood at the corners of his mouth, and several of his sternums were broken, but before his body had slipped off the trunk of the tree and fell to the ground, a figure had rushed in front of him, a hand clamped his throat, and a cold voice sounded in his ears:

"Say, "Who are you?" Which country's army is the army in ambush in front. You are lying in ambush here, whether you have laid a line of defense in advance, or have you been notified? ”

Leng Feng clamped the scout's shoulder blade with his left hand, and the Nighthawk flat-bladed saber he held in his right hand pressed against his throat.

There was a hint of horror on the scout's face, and he couldn't imagine that the three of their experienced scouts had been subdued by Leng Feng in an instant.

"Answer my question, and I can make your death a little more painful. Leng Feng spoke, he spoke in English.

The scout was silent, as if he couldn't understand what Leng Feng was saying. Judging from the swarthy* skin and physiognomy of the other party, it seems that he is a soldier of a certain country in this part of Africa, but as for whether it is a soldier from a neighboring Moroccan or Algerian country, it is unknown.

"You don't understand what I'm saying," Leng Feng frowned.

There are many languages in Africa, even Leng Feng, who has been wandering overseas for many years, has not mastered the languages of these regions, depending on the situation, this scout can't understand his words, and he doesn't know the language of this region, and it is futile to ask again.

Leng Feng's eyes sank, and the Nighthawk Flat Blade in his hand slashed through the scout's throat, ending his life.

Then, Leng Feng didn't linger any longer, and hurried towards the place where the Longyan warriors were stationed.

About twenty minutes later, Leng Feng rushed back, and when he saw that the Longyan warriors were still stationed in place, he walked up.

"Instructor Cold. The Dragon Flame warriors spoke one after another.

"Get out of here at once, and all come with me. Leng Feng said in a deep voice.

The Dragon Yan warriors, including Luo Ying, were all stunned, but none of them questioned Leng Feng's order, they immediately put away the items around them, held the weapons in their hands, and followed Leng Feng to leave quickly.

Leng Feng changed the route of the march and headed northwest of the Alatus Mountains, and the terrain of the route chosen was not a flat road, but a winding and rugged mountain road, so that the pace of the march would inevitably be slower. But if they choose a flat terrain, they can't escape the four wheels of those armored fighting vehicles on one leg.

In terms of time, it was indeed very short, and Leng Feng expected that the troops who were lying in ambush would soon notice the death of the three scouts. Because the Scouts will contact the command every once in a while, once the enemy command loses contact with the three scouts for a long time, the other party will know that the situation has changed.

"Quick, bring up the speed, faster. ”

Leng Feng said in a deep voice, he had already carried Luo Ying's medical kit and tactical backpack on his back. At the same time, some of the severely injured Dragon Flame warriors' tactical backpacks were also carried by other fighters, with the aim of improving the mobility and speed of the overall team.

Leng Feng is broken at the end, this is what a responsible leader should do, and when the real danger comes, it should be broken at the rear of the most dangerous side.

……

Six or seven miles away, in the middle of the mountains and forests.

A heavily armed warrior with a twig and leaf stuck in his helmet was hidden in the forest, and they held a gun and weapon in their hands. On the left, there are three armored combat vehicles, and three anti-aircraft machine guns faintly exude a cold killing intent.

In the rear, in a hidden place, a temporary camp was set up as a headquarters.

Inside the tent, an officer man with a western face was as heavy as water, he stared at a black officer standing in front of him, and asked: "Hank, there is still no news of the target, haven't scouts been sent to reconnoitre, according to the intelligence, they should have come over, why haven't there been any movement?"

The black officer was obviously the leader of the army fighters lurking on the periphery, but in front of the Western man, he looked in awe, and said, "Colonel Cole, the three scouts sent out have not yet received any news. ”

"There's no word on when they last contacted Command," Cole, a male officer in the West, asked.

"About ten minutes ago. Hank said.

"Send me someone to contact these three scouts immediately. Cole said coldly.

Hank nodded, and he walked out of the tent and commanded the men to contact the three scouts.

After a while, Hank walked into the tent again, his face looking a little ugly, and in the face of Cole's inquiring gaze, he spoke, "Colonel Cole, those three scouts are no longer in contact. ”