In the darkness of the night, unknown birds and insects are chirping everywhere. The cigar kept everyone breathing steadily, and his was smeared with some herbs from the jungle.

"We must keep our distance from them, or the cavalry gunmen will find out that we ......," Cigar explained softly, "they are very careful, there are at least four secret posts around the camp." If you don't figure it out, I don't recommend going to war lightly. ”

The fat dog lowered his head and said softly, "is going to change the whistle after all." If we keep an eye on them, we will be able to grasp their checkpoints. ”

Cigar nodded and did not speak. This is not an easy job, and the other party is not a mediocre hand. And to deal with them, it undoubtedly requires more patience. The mercenary groups that have not dispersed for several years have their own uniqueness.

A few of the men began to spread out to take on the role of sentry, while the rest began to rest on the spot. They marched here, expending great physical strength. For a while, it takes physical strength to launch an attack or to continue the march around this camp.

Holding his gun, Hou Dasheng began to close his eyes and recuperate. At this time, you can't fall asleep, and it will take time for the human body to move from falling asleep to moving. And the impact of this gap on operations is not a star and a half.

Everyone will rest for a while and then move a little. Keeping yourself ready to fight increases your chances of surviving the battlefield.

"Confirm the goal! The target is inside the camp, and three outposts have been discovered. The coordinates are ......" The voice of a knife hand came from the headset, and there was no doubt that his reconnaissance had paid off. At least, he had gotten the news that Manny was at the camp.

To his surprise, he noticed three secret sentinels. Of course, he needs to keep watching.

The fat dog silently marked the coordinates reported by the knife hand on the GPS: "Continue to investigate, I don't think the cavalry gun will only arrange three secret posts." Especially after they were attacked. ”

"Roger!" The voice of the knife hand came from the earphones: "I will remain silent, and if there is no situation, I will knock on the microphone once every five minutes." One long and one short. ”

This is a form of contact that will be broken if the detection fails. If the knife hand is silently eliminated, then Hou Dasheng and they will at least win a certain amount of time to prepare.

And this is set by the fat dog, this is the experience! The experience of exchanging blood and life for blood in bloody battles again and again.

"Two outposts were found, and the target was re-verified to be in the camp. The third stilt hut from left. After a while, the people of the forest worm also began to report: "The coordinates of the two dark posts are ......"

Little by little, the fat dog and the cigar were silently marking the locations of the dark whistles that had been discovered.

"There was a machine-gun emplacement in the left front of the camp, and no other heavy weapons were found. Finding the enemy's RPG5 ......" looked at the information summary one by one, and the eyes of the fat dog and cigar became more and more solemn.

"The enemy patrolled the camp in groups of five, divided into two groups. Rotate on duty, and the machine-gun position is currently found in two shifts, which take over in rotation. There are two squads around the wooden house where the target is located......"

While the Fat Dog was scouting, their target, Manny, was slowly drinking hot cocoa, the Colombian's favorite drink.

"Mr. Manny, this is not a good business. Five of my brothers have fallen, and I don't know how long we can hold out if such attacks continue to happen. ”

Fangs, regimental commander of cavalry guns. This small mercenary group was brought up by him. Born in the Delta State, he learned combat skills from the army. After retiring, he had to step into the battlefield again for money.

Gathered a group of comrades-in-arms who were as afraid of the status quo as he was, and they began to appear as mercenaries. Of course, they are the PMC team affiliated with MPRI, at least on the surface.

MPRI requires them to pay a substantial fee. Then, regular jobs can only be done through MPRI. Make at least two orders at MPRI every year, and you are not allowed to go out to do black work under the MPRI brand.

"Damn it! We've negotiated, do you want to raise the price?! Manny's face was ugly, and he put down the cup of hot cocoa. Although Manny Manny didn't look very angry on his face, Manny was actually extremely angry now.

The reason for his anger was the great loss of this time. After he killed little Ferdinando, old Ferdinando went insane. A large number of mercenaries began to pour into the jungle, and they targeted the camp to which all Manny belonged.

Ferdinando burned a lot of money and said hello to everyone. He's dealing with Manny, and he doesn't have any interest in the drug business. So, after defeating Manny, he won't take over any territory.

Under this assurance, everyone happily watched as Manny's idiot died.

Manny now regrets that he had been too arrogant after all. He didn't expect that the crazy Ferdinando would cause him so much damage. During this time, more than half of his camps were attacked.

Eighty percent of them have been out of his control. The hard-earned territory has now lost most of it. In order to secure his territory, Manny had to send a large number of men to other camps.

"Nope! Mr. Manny, we are not going to add a temporary price increase. We have a work ethic, I just wanted to tell you. We only have three days to protect you, after which we will be leaving. ”

Fangs looked at Manny solemnly and said in a deep voice, "We're here to make money, not to throw our lives here." ”

"Damn it! How much you want, let's just say! Manny said fiercely, "I'll give you money, damn it!" I'll give! If you kill old Ferdinando, I'll give you more! ”

Fangs looked at Manny like an idiot for a moment before he said, "Honestly, we're not sure we're going to kill old Ferdinando." The last time we attacked, it didn't work. It was clear that he had a group of masters around him. ”

"To be honest, I don't understand what you think. First, they wanted to rob the mining area that they had been running for nearly 20 years, and then they killed their sons to threaten them......"

Actually, what Fangs wanted to say was: Why don't you just kill old Ferdinando?! As a result, now you have succeeded in provoking people, not to mention the emerald mine. Now I can't even keep the territory in my hand.

Manny now felt stupid, too, and had swept his head away with an old immortal victory. He thought that Ferdinando was just a businessman who was afraid of death, and he didn't consider how someone who could run an emerald mine for nearly twenty years didn't have any roots?! If not, his mine would have been looted long ago.

"Now there is no possibility of reconciliation between me and him, either he dies or I die. What I want to know is, how much do you guys have to continue working together?! Manny's blood-red eyes were red and he was almost roaring at the fangs.

Fangs looked at Manny sympathetically, the fool was already dead in his eyes. Even though the cavalry guns stayed to protect him, his territory was gradually being knocked out. So he doesn't even have the last source of income, how can he pay for it?!

Without money, how can the weapons and ammunition consumed come from?! He and others will not give him work for nothing, he is just delaying his death now. It may take a little longer, but Ferdinando has two large emerald mines to support it.

What about Manny?! When he used up all his savings and lost all his territory, it was his time of death. It wouldn't even take that long, once he lost half of his control over his territory. The other guerrillas who were eyeing it just pounced.

"Three million, a week." After a moment of silence, Fangfang still felt that he could make another deal out of Manny. Originally, mercenaries came for money, and being a mercenary naturally has risks.

But if the yield is high enough, then this risk can be taken. If you don't dare to take risks, then what mercenaries to do ?! Wouldn't it be better to stay at home?! Of course, the fangs of the mortal mission will definitely not be accepted.

Hearing Fang's offer, Manny suddenly roared, "Damn it! Million! Why don't you go and grab it?! It's too expensive, no! I don't accept it. ”

"You can not accept it, we will not force you." In fact, Fangs are hesitant right now. If this order is followed, then it means that they are likely to be attacked by more elite mercenary groups than them. Obviously, Ferdinando had the financial resources.

Manny's eyes were red, and he poured himself a cup of hot cocoa: "Two million, this is my limit." Fang, we're old friends too. I have never treated you badly, and now is my most difficult time. Trust me, I'll get better through this period. Those turf continue to exist, and I will have more money. When that time comes, I'll make it up to you! ”

"I'll go back and discuss it with my people first......" Fang hesitated, the price of two million was not low. But Fangfang felt that the effort seemed to be a bit disproportionate to the report......

"It has been found that there are a total of fourteen secret posts in the four directions, and the cavalry guns are really careful enough...... "It's already past ten o'clock, and the sentry posts in the camp have been rotated once. After careful observation and groping, they changed shifts about once every three hours.

Half of these outposts were cavalry lancers. They would take a few of Manny's men and lurk in the jungle.

"Maybe it's because I've been attacked a lot during this time." Cigar laughed silently, they also had one. However, the cavalry gun does have its own peculiarities, and no one has been able to take out Manny for so long.

The fat dog seemed to know what Cigar was thinking, but saw him smile slightly: "Everyone, now start taking shifts and resting." To the table! ”

"At one o'clock in the morning, gather to warm up. At half past one, the departments cleaned up the dark whistles! Cigars, you are responsible for the frontal attack. I, the knife hand, and the cook, went around the back to cut off their back path. Two points, officially attack! All channels are adjusted, and all communication is in secret language! The action begins! ”