As an experienced jungle combat master who has fought the enemy in the jungle countless times, no matter what the situation, in this dense jungle, every bit of material on your body is extremely important, a little fresh water, a little salt, and, every bullet.

fought for his life, but in the end he was planted because there were no bullets, this situation is too bad and too worthless.

Therefore, the first batch of people who were killed by Yang Jiekai were not bullets and grenades, to be exact, their deaths were not directly related to Yang Jiekai.

Being bitten by unknown poisonous insects and snakes in the jungle, or drowning in a swamp, really has nothing to do with anyone else.

In general, this group of people was dragged to death, until the time of death, the other party, whether it was a living person or a dead person, had not seen what Yang Jiekai looked like, and they didn't even know how many people there were on the other side, all they did was to implement the order sent by the eldest brother: At all costs, be sure to grab Yang Jiekai, whether dead or alive!

Of course, Nanhong's people are not stupid, although after inexplicably folding a group of people, the rat king who led the team immediately reacted and divided labor, holding a long stick, driving away poisonous insects, rats and ants while walking, and probing the seemingly ordinary grass under his feet seems to be a deadly swamp pit.

Although they are not professional soldiers who are proficient in jungle warfare, they are also thugs and killers who have experienced countless bloody battles!

If Yang Jiekai wants to escape from this forest at this time, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a probe for things, but Yang Jiekai is not here to escape this time, he is here to kill!

The people in Nanhong were out of breath, and finally the emperor lived up to his wishes, and they finally saw Yang Jiekai in camouflage for the first time in the jungle, as if he was integrated with this dense forest.

But it was the real beginning of their nightmare.

Da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da!

Two three-shot shots, Nanhong six just saw Yang Jiekai, and before he could get excited, the little brother fell to the ground.

The hundreds of people in Nanhong who reacted, followed by a raindrop, the number of rattans in front of them were beaten to pieces, but when they stepped forward to find Yang Jiekai's "corpse", they found nothing, followed by a loud "boom".

It was the sound of a mine exploding.

Landmines, a thing that belongs to war, appeared in the battle of the rivers and lakes, and compared with the few people killed, this loud bang hit Nanhong's heart much bigger than the death of a few people.

Then there was an even more brutal slaughter, a massacre, not a fight.

If there are people among Nanhong's disciples who have served in the special forces at this time, then he must especially cherish this opportunity, because his enemies are teaching him a vivid, comprehensive, and classic jungle special operations method with practical actions!

Ghost-like marksmanship, cheetah-like shuttle, ghostly running, dream-like angles.

What frightened them the most was the thunder that could explode at any moment.

So far, there have only been five thunderbolts.

The first sound was the first time they stepped on Yang Jiekai when they shot intensively to find his "corpse".

The second sound was when the Rat King ordered to rest in place, and a Nanhong disciple sat down against a big tree nearby.

The third sound sounded when the road was opened, and the mountain knife was used to randomly cut at a rattan that looked natural.

The fourth one was when a Nanhong disciple was about to scoop water to wash his face at a clear spring, and it exploded in that spring.

The fifth, however, was that they found the body of a Nanhong disciple, and when they stepped forward to move, the corpse suddenly exploded with shrapnel of flesh and blood.

The killing power of the mine is not large, and it can solve up to three to five people at a time, but it completely crushes Nanhong's psychology, and he doesn't dare to take water when he sees the spring, he doesn't dare to cut down the vines when he sees them, he doesn't dare to approach the big trees, and he instinctively walks around the corpses of his own people.

Just when their bodies and spirits were on the verge of collapse, the long-disappeared Yang Jiekai appeared like a ghost.

This was followed by another burst of accurate point shots.

"Can anyone tell me how he is alone with countless bullets and a large number of mines, but in the forest he is more dexterous than a mouse!"

The rat king, who has always spoken in a shrill and delicate voice, usually hates rudeness the most, was grazed by a bullet on his scalp in a round of random shots, knocking down a strand of his wavy long hair, and the other party disappeared like a ghost again, and finally couldn't help but roar in the loudest and rudeest tone of his life.

After a small bush not far from them, where the visual effect looked absolutely impossible to hide a person, Yang Jiekai sat cross-legged on the ground, breathing evenly and calmly, and a trace of disdain swept into the corners of his eyes after hearing the roar of the Rat King.

"Rats only burrow in the corners of the city, so naturally they can't understand the wolves in the jungle!"

Three days later, more than 1,000 people who entered the jungle in Nanhong were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief after half of the break, because it had been half a day, and there were unexpectedly no gunshots and no mine explosions.

But this short-term tranquility is more depressing than killing in their eyes, suffering and waiting for death, and the most difficult thing is actually the latter.

The Rat King was no exception, he was finally on the verge of collapse, and finally picked up the satellite phone and sent a message to Nanhong's headquarters: Let "them" come, I can't stand it.

The "they" in the message refers to the extremely extreme measures taken by Nan Hong after she fell behind in the fight with Tianhong, which even Yang Jiekai did not expect, because in his opinion, no matter how bold Nan Hong is, it is impossible to do such a crazy thing.

This short period of tranquility is actually nothing else, but Yang Jiekai, whether he is a human or a wolf, is an animal, and he will be tired and need to rest.

After three days of shuttling through the primeval forest, using all kinds of means and fighting enemies more than a thousand times higher than himself, he consumed no less physical strength and energy than Nantian Hongzhong, but his endurance and adaptability to the jungle far exceeded Nanhong.

After finding a good open space for all parties, Yang Jiekai hung a few chic wind chimes made of bullet shells in several places around him, threw some dead branches, sat cross-legged on the spot, opened a bag of compressed biscuits, chewed them carefully, and took small sips of fresh water.

He usually eats and devours, but he is not pretending to be Sven at this time, and in the current situation of fighting with his life, he does not have that Yaxing.

In war, to be precise, eating may not be called eating, but it is appropriate to replenish energy, and the calories, various vitamins and essential nutrients for the human body must be guaranteed.

Every bite of biscuits, Yang Jiekai bites very small, chews very finely, and mixes and swallows with an appropriate amount of water, so that the nutrients in the food can be fully absorbed by the human body to the greatest extent.

In this kind of primitive dense forest, the probability of non-combat death is at least thirty percent, in addition to the terrain and environmental factors, it is a disease reaction caused by various malnutrition, if in the duel with the enemy, suddenly have a stomach, and then a cold, fever, dizziness, nausea and the like, Yang Jiekai is sure that the enemy will never send him to the hospital for recuperation.

After eating a third of the long bag of compressed biscuits in five minutes, Yang Jiekai carefully put them away and muttered, "I haven't eaten this thing for many years, it's really unpalatable!" ”

As he was talking, Yang Jiekai suddenly picked up his automatic rifle like lightning, and ghostly ran behind the nearest big tree.

Jingle Bell ......

There was a slight metal crashing sound, which was the sound of the chic wind chimes made by Yang Jiekai made of bullet shells.

Wind chimes don't just have to be blown by the wind, they can be heard by people.

This kind of installation of bullet case wind chime warning is not an advanced tactic in jungle warfare, and even non-special operations conventional troops may learn this.

The difference lies in the placement, rookies usually look around to see the direction where the enemy is most likely to pass, and the first thing they have to do for top aces such as Yang Jiekai is to ignore the terrain directly, because the enemy will not always appear here because of the thorns or rattans here.

He speculated on people's hearts and emotions, when people were full of energy, when they were physically exhausted, when they were happy, when they were angry, when they were frightened, what subtle reactions and thoughts they would have, and these reactions and thoughts were the precise place where the bullet shells and wind chimes were placed.

The position and amplitude of the wind chimes made Yang Jiekai's hanging heart relax slightly, such a big movement, and there was no instantaneous reaction, this was just a rookie inadvertently touched.

Listening to the footsteps and breathing, the other party was just a person, and he was a rookie with a very small amount of courage, and he seemed to be trembling all over.

Yang Jiekai loosened his index finger on the trigger, grabbed a live mouth, and touched the bottom of the other party.

When he went around to the back and saw the bushes that trembled like chaff, even Yang Jiekai himself felt sad for Nan Hong, this kind of timid rookie like a mouse was also accepted, Nan Hong was not short of people and panicked.

"Get out of here yourself or I'll help you."

Yang Jiekai raised his eyebrows, and the desert eagle in his hand gently raised upwards seemingly casually, as long as the other party had any abnormality, his large-caliber desert eagle would make the other party stop breathing forever for a moment.

簌簌簌......

The bushes trembled even more.

Yang Jiekai exhaled impatiently, and suddenly shouted: "Don't come out again, Lao Tzu will shoot!" ”

"Don't, don't shoot!"

A woman's voice, as pleasant as a yellow warbler.

With this voice, a woman stood up from the bushes like chaff.

"How are you?"

After seeing each other clearly, Yang Jiekai's eyes widened.

Luo Jingya held a towel moistened with water and carefully wiped the dirt on her face, completely unaware that the person next to him was wondering whether to kill her.

This unexpected woman is Luo Yajing, who was slapped by Yang Jiekai just a few days ago, Yang Jiekai stood aside and held his hands, staring directly at this superb woman who was squatting on the ground and wiping her face seriously, but he didn't have Yaxing to think about the Fengyue now, he was thinking about whether to do this woman, otherwise it would definitely be a huge burden to take it with him.

Forget it, it can only be regarded as this woman's bad luck, it is better than falling into Nanhong's hands or feeding the beast, and he can at least give her a whole corpse.

Yang Jiekai sighed and slowly walked towards the defenseless woman, one arm slightly raised, which was a prelude to breaking the person's neck.