Mellors leaned against the rocks and laughed, smugly raising an eyebrow at me, "Well, I'll lie to you." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThey hid in the jungle behind the fog, and if we got out of the fog and went to a place where there was no fog in the middle, we would be absolutely wiped out without discussion. ”

Mellors didn't forget to pull out his cigar and take a few puffs.

It seems that he looks very relaxed, and he really doesn't lose the ruthless character who has been fighting in the Golden Triangle for two years. I asked, "What now?" We didn't have grenades. ”

Mellors shook his head and said: "In this jungle, grenades don't play much role, especially when the branches are dense and the vision is not clear, the grenades thrown are likely to be very close to you, or they will be bounced back by the branches." We don't have grenades, and we don't need them to bomb us. For now, we are still the advantage. ”

I don't understand what Mellors meant.

Mellors glanced down at the mountain forest and said to me, "Look, the fog is surging there, and there is no wind now, it should be Bai Qing's convoy heading out." I think the Timberwolves should know about it, but they don't dare to act rashly right now. ”

When Mellors said this, I secretly said badly, because I have Mellors, an experienced veteran, who is very familiar with the terrain and climate of the Golden Triangle, but the three of them, Ah Long and Ah Hu, are almost completely inexperienced. Even the marksmanship of these three people is very poor.

Mellors may have thought of this concern when he was worried, and it was at this time that gunshots rang out in the woods on the other side, and flocks of birds fluttered out of the woods and scattered.

Mellors bit the cigar butt hard and said to me, "Oh no, they may have been attacked." ”

I took out my walkie-talkie and prepared to talk to Sa, but there was a burst of electricity.

Mellors sighed, "Don't be busy, the signal here is terrible, it doesn't matter if you have a radio or electricity, the thick fog and jungle cover make it almost impossible to talk." ”

I put the walkie-talkie back in my belt and said to Mellors, "So what now?" Just confronting them like that? ”

Mellors took a sharp puff on his cigar and said to me, "Do you trust me now!" ”

I looked at Mellors' cloudy eyes, who seemed to be looking unnaturally at me, and stiffened the brim of his hat.

I sighed, "I can't say trust or distrust, but if you have a way, you can say it." ”

Mellors extinguished the cigar on the stone, then put the remaining half of the cigar back in the tin box, and said to me, "You give me ten men, and I will go around from above." ”

I looked up at the jungle above and saw that it was very steep, and it might take some time to get around it, so I frowned and said, "How long will you take!" ”

Mellors smiled: "Don't worry, I'm more familiar with this place than you, and in twenty minutes at most, I can go around their side." Then we condescendingly opened fire to disrupt their formation and attract firepower, and you also took the opportunity to rush in from this flat ground and engage them in hand-to-hand combat, which should be what you do best. ”

I asked, "Hand-to-hand combat?" No guns?"

Mellors said as he tied his belt: "It's not that you don't need to, anyway, you'll know when the time comes." If you find it convenient, it doesn't hurt. ”

I glanced at the open flat ground ahead, about twenty meters away, and if the Timberwolves were attracted to energy, we could indeed rush over it in the blink of an eye. And now if you want to deal with the Timberwolves in front, there is only this way. So he said to Mellors: "I'll trust you, you take ten people away." ”

Mellors waved his hand behind him, and ten of his younger brothers followed Mellors with pistols. We are pistols, but the enemy is rifles, and it is impossible to do without electric tactics.

Just as Mellors was about to disappear into the fog, he turned back to me and said, "Don't forget our agreement. ”

Mellors was talking about spiders. It's just that it's not certain if the spider is here.

After Mellors left, I looked at the time, and then asked all the younger brothers to lurk in the thick fog and grass to stay on guard, and by the way, to recuperate their strength.

There were a lot of us, but we didn't make a sound. Luckily, no snakes or other animals have passed through here, otherwise we would have been exposed. These birds and beasts in the Golden Triangle are even more terrifying than humans, and most of them have great poison on their bodies.

At the time of Mellors' departure, there was still a firefight going on in the mountains and forests on the left. The intensity of the intensity has not subsided at all, which seems to be a good thing, at least it shows that they are not completely annihilated, otherwise even if our side defuses the crisis, Bai Qing's convoy will still be attacked.

Seventeen minutes had passed, and there were still five minutes left before the time I had agreed with Mellors. During this kind of waiting, I usually use my breath and breath method, so that I can better recover my physical strength and hide my breath. In the past, I would have practiced that Chen's Tai Chi in my mind, but I haven't practiced it for a long time since the last coma incident.

Just as I was thinking about these inexplicable things, the fog in front of me suddenly vibrated and then the fire appeared in the fog, and the sound of gunfire rang out in the jungle ahead. I also heard the voices of several Vietnamese people talking, muffled grunts, and the sound of falling to the ground.

At that moment, I pulled out the gun in my hand and jumped out of the big rock where I was hiding. And the more than forty brothers of the Power Gang behind me also rushed into the open flat land with me.

It only surprised me that the flat meadow was not meadow at all, but a swamp that was forming. Because this place is a depression between two mountain forests, rainwater often collects, and over time a swamp is formed. That's undoubtedly ten bad news for us. But the good news is that the marshland here has only just begun, so it's shallow, just enough to bury your ankles.

Even so, it made me feel a chill in my heart. Because every time we stepped into the swamp mud, our running speed was greatly reduced, and several of our brothers fell into the swamp by surprise.

Just as we had just taken a few steps, the fog in front of us was stirring up, and then I saw a machine gun arcing and firing at us frantically.

That's to be expected, because there's no way for Mellors to get everyone's attention. They're going to be able to split up and stop us.

If it weren't for this swamp, we would have rushed over by this time, but it was just a few seconds of error, and the machine gun directly swept a large number of people, about seven or eight people, and their chests bloomed with bewitching blood-red death flowers, and then fell into the wetland.

"Get down!"

I yelled, and the brothers around me snapped after me. But the others heard my voice too late, and two of them were pierced through the chest with heavy machine guns, blood sprayed out like mist, and screams rang out in the mountains and forests.

Because this is a sunken terrain, it is impossible for the heavy machine gun to strafe us if we lie down.

I crawled on the dirt and smelled the smell of the dirt, and my whole body was stained with mud and became bulky. But I didn't stop when I fell, but crawled forward.

What I didn't expect was that on a higher terrain ahead, a heavy machine gun began firing again. That position is where we can shoot.

The moment I saw the flash of the machine gun's fire, I didn't hesitate to throw a shot in that direction.

No metal crash was heard, but the heavy machine gun stopped firing. I guess I killed the guy with the machine gun by mistake.

However, the Heavy is usually replaced, and when one falls, the other will soon follow. So in just a few seconds, the fire began to flicker again.

Another Power Gang brother was beaten into a sieve.

I asked everyone to fire in that direction, but to no avail.

Just as I was at a loss, a sound like an explosion sounded, and the heavy machine gun exploded.

My first reaction, it was done by a sniper.

The location of the shot was behind us, and if nothing else, it should have been thunder and lightning.

After my heavy machine gun was destroyed, two or three men began to stand on the high ground with rifles ready to fire at us. Both men were shirtless and wore red turbans on their heads, which Vietnamese people always like to dress up in.

But before they could actually fire, one of the men's heads exploded. His companion shouted at this, it was in Vietnamese, which I didn't understand. But just as he was about to re-enter the fog, another sniper rifle exploded, and he threw himself forward, but a splash of blood flashed on his back.

After a period of screaming, he was naturally dead.

The disciples of the Power Gang were confused, and they looked back to find out who was secretly helping, but I shouted, "Rush in the for me." ”

With that, I got up and fired two shots into the sky, then ran into the jungle.

Every time someone broke through the fog and tried to stop me, before I could do anything, the sniper rifle would blow their heads off. So I wasn't hurt, but now I'm covered in blood, mud, and timberwolves' meat sauce. There is a disgusting smell all over the body.