Chapter 1008 is full of tacit understanding

"I have a hunch that someone will come to our rescue tonight at the latest." The 'Prisoner Cow' looked up at the sky obliquely, and the rings of the two clothes on top of his head were pressed under his back and ribs, and although it was uncomfortable to maintain this position for a long time, it was still hundreds of times better than standing all the time.

And he came up with this method.

Even when he was captured and imprisoned, the Nighthawk still chose the direction opposite the Prison Cow, which was also hung up by his clothes, facing the sky diagonally, but it was just able to see the range on the back of the Prison Cow, which had the same effect as back-to-back, and it was also convenient for the two to chat.

"You're not a woman......"

Nighthawk's face showed disdain, but unfortunately the light was dim at this time, and it was a wasted expression.

"Although I am not, but we martial arts practitioners, you can't envy our ability in this regard......" As soon as he said this, the 'Prison Cow' suddenly closed his mouth, and before the 'Nighthawk' could speak, the 'Prison Cow' raised his index finger, silencing the 'Nighthawk'.

Narmer's camp is not full of soldiers, the presence of those women and children makes the whole camp have a decibel background noise at night, although these background noises caused by human activities are far less than those of the metropolis, but in the very quiet environment itself, it seems very serious.

But just now, just as the 'Prison Cow' was talking, he suddenly heard a crisp voice that was different from the background noise.

It was the cry of a worm, a nocturnal worm, and the mainlanders called it a cricket.

In fact, crickets are not unique to the continent, in fact, there are similar animals all over the world, but there are differences in appearance and characteristics, and the other is a difference in the call. According to insect experts, the cricket's cry does not actually come from the inside of the mouth, but the sound of "rubbing" by rubbing the body.

For ordinary people, it is impossible to distinguish whether it is an Asian cricket or an African cricket, but for people like 'prison cows', it is not difficult.

The clear, rhythmic cry that fell to the ears of Narmer's warriors was a nasty insect chirping, but when it fell to the ears of the 'Prison Cow', it was the sound of falling from the sky.

At this time, there was only one thought flashing in his mind: the boss is here, the boss is finally here, and Lao Tzu is finally getting out of the sea of dung!

However, compared to getting out of the sea of dung, I am afraid that the 'Prison Cow' is more excited, or he can once again prove that his intuition is indeed above those women.

"It's the boss, the boss, they're here!"

After listening for a while, the 'Prison Cow' finally couldn't help it, and said to the Nighthawk in a low voice.

"Really?" There was a flash of excitement in Nighthawk's eyes, but then his eyes became more gloomy, and he knew that the more times like this, the more he had to show his composure.

"Wait, code, we're going to do what he says."

"Oh? Do you want us to cooperate? That's as it should be! "Nighthawk nodded while slowly turning his head, as if he wanted to find out Zhang Ran and the others who were hiding in the shadows. But in fact, this is very difficult, even if the 'Nighthawk' has the excellent eyesight and resolution of a sniper, but if he can find Zhang Ran, then Zhang Ran and the others will not be able to get here.

"He wants us to ......"

At this point, the 'Prison Cow' shook its Adam's apple, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked down at the dung under his feet.

"How?"

After looking around and finding nothing unusual, Nighthawk turned around, only to see the appearance of the Prison Cow eating cockroaches.

"Say, even if it's a sea of swords and guns, it's better than being soaked in fecal water here!" Nighthawk was a little dissatisfied, glaring at the Prison Cow, barely able to suppress his voice.

"The code says that if we want to make some noise, the bigger the better, preferably ......"

The Prison Cow began to translate the crickets he heard, and at first, Nighthawk kept nodding his head. In order to cooperate with Zhang Ran's actions, it is completely understandable to make some noise, as for how to make trouble, 'Nighthawk' thinks it is not a problem at all, for example, if you are hungry and nauseated, you can use any of the methods.

However, when he heard the last words of the 'Prison Cow', he was also dumbfounded.

“...... In order to maximize the impact on the sight of the two machine gun positions, let's put the manure ...... Swing up...... Swing up......"

"Gott~"

When he heard this, the 'Nighthawk', who originally had an expression of courage on the knife mountain, was dumbfounded, he looked at the 'prison cow', and couldn't help retching.

In desperation, he stepped on the dung water and took the initiative to pluck a pool of calm dung water, and Nighthawk felt that his spirit did not seem to be strong enough to this extent.

"Otherwise, this task will be handed over to you to complete......" These words did not follow up in the heart of the 'Nighthawk': in case you hear it wrong, Lao Tzu will not suffer.

But the 'prison cow' is not a shell, just after listening to the old knife's order clearly, he was also sudden, if it wasn't for the strong will, when he looked down at the dung water, he had already vomited.

"You say, this can't be the boss deliberately tricking us, right?"

"How can there be so much nonsense, I just said the code, act in twenty seconds!" A look of despair flashed across the cow's face as he removed himself from the ring of his clothes. His temples were beating, slowly moving his feet, layers of whirlpools formed, and streams of stench began to surge, several times stronger than just now, and even his nose, which had already been numb, seemed to become sensitive at this time.

After sneezing, the 'Prison Cow' glared at the Nighthawk and said, "Don't hurry up and prepare, it's only ten seconds!" ”

"Damn, Lao Tzu won't die this time, he must feed Nalmer with dung for three days and three nights!" Gritting his teeth fiercely, Nighthawk also stood up straight, and like a prisoner cow, he stirred up the liquid in the pit with one foot, and he couldn't help shaking, and he could only look up at the sky, afraid that he would try to imagine the liquid under his feet as a hot spring at the foot of Mount Fuji.

"Lao Tzu is hungry, hurry up and send food, if you don't send it again, Lao Tzu will splash you with dung!"

After a crisp cricket cry, the 'Prison Cow' roared loudly in English, and at the same time jumped with both feet, splashing the dung water in the pit.

At the same time, the 'prison cow' that moved to another section also began to jump, and the two of them turned left and right, and suddenly stirred up the entire dung pit, and although the yellow, yellow, green, and green liquid could not see the color clearly in the dim light, the stench brought out, as well as the sensory nausea, all made the Narmer people in the two machine gun positions look sideways.

Zhang Ran, who had already gone around to the back of the machine gun position at nine o'clock, had been waiting intently, and after the signal of Kuaishou was in place, the old knife did not hesitate to pass the action order to the 'prison cow'!

Zhang Ran could also understand the signal of the old knife, his heart suddenly tightened, and while his eyes were staring at his target, the corner of his eye had to be separated, staring at the dung pit - he was afraid that the 'prison cow' and the 'nighthawk' would not be able to understand the meaning of the old knife, although this possibility was very small, but it did not mean that there was none.

"Wow!"

When the sound of water moved, Zhang Ran's hanging heart finally fell to the ground, just as the 'prison cow' and Zhang Ran expected, the soldiers on the machine gun position, whether they were awake or not, were attracted by the noisy 'prison cow' at this time.

Maybe it's because they know that it's impossible for the two of them to get out of the dung pit, after all, they've been locked up for so many days, and no matter how they look at it, they're safe, so even the host gunner didn't think about opening the safety of the machine gun and loading the machine gun with a chain.

In a sense, this also reflects the gap in the quality of the soldiers, if it is a well-trained team, since the responsibilities are located, there is no such thing as the current situation, and the constant state of vigilance will inevitably increase the difficulty of Zhang Ran and others to carry out the plan.

In any case, the lax discipline of Narmer's men was something that Zhang Ran and others were happy to see, and the wonderful performances of 'Prison Cow' and 'Nighthawk' also played a crucial role.

"Don't make any more noise, you'll be killed!"

A black man yelled at the two of them, but he had a smile on his face, and perhaps it was a pleasure for a black man to see two people with light skin being tossed in the dung water.

It's just that his enjoyment soon ended, and the tip of the knife that suddenly emerged from his throat made the smile on his face freeze in an instant, and the corners of his lips remained upturned, but blood had already gushed out of his mouth and nose, like a faucet that had forgotten to close the floodgates.

In fact, this black man really wanted to inform his companions at the last moment that even if he was going to die, someone needed to avenge him! It's a pity that he can't make a sound, just because the dagger has penetrated all his trachea and throat, and he can't make a sound at all, and he doesn't know that in fact, his companions around him are already dead!

Zhang Ran was extremely fast, and the two daggers opened the bow left and right, trying to cut the throats of the two warriors at the back at the same time, and then immediately pierced the necks of the two Narmer warriors in front! Piercing a person's neck with a dagger is not a simple matter, whether it is strength or precision, but anything that is even a little worse may fail.

There was no doubt that this was a risky move, but Zhang Ran had no choice. Although the skill of 'Prison Cow' is not under Zhang Ran, it is still a beat slower than Zhang Ran after all. If the soldiers on Zhang Ran's side suddenly fell, it was hard to guarantee that they would not be seen by the machine gunners on the opposite side, and no matter how much the 'Prison Cow' and 'Nighthawk' tossed, they could not guarantee that everyone's sight would be blocked 100%.

Zhang Ran didn't dare to take this risk, and he was even more reluctant to make Kuaishou's actions more difficult.

But in fact, Kuaishou's efficiency is not lower than Zhang Ran, although he is not as good as Zhang Ran in terms of cold weapon skills, but in the level of firearm shooting at close range, it is not much inferior to Zhang Ran, and he uses a pistol equipped with a silencer, although the silencer effect is limited, but there is a "prison cow" and "Nighthawk" to make a noise cover, but it is easy to get the four people to get it.

"Boss ......"

"Stay away from me, it stinks!"

Seeing that the colorful 'prison cow' was about to pounce on him, Zhang Ran, who had just hung up the cage, hurriedly took two steps back and lowered his voice to scold the 'prison cow'.