In the early hours of the morning, Hou Dasheng was gently shaken awake. He slept, but lightly. The habit of hunting in the mountains all year round, in case you sleep too hard, you don't know what will happen.

"Pair the table." After a while, everyone woke up. The fat dog raised his wrist: "One point, fifteen minutes of activity." Don't move too much. Ten minutes later, the fat dog, the knife hand, and the cook were in charge of the secret sentry in the north. Others, cigar arrangement. ”

Fat Dog was not familiar with these people, so he wisely handed over the right to arrange the person to Cigar. Cigar is obviously not surprised by the choice of the fat dog, and he has also known what kind of person the fat dog is these days.

A few people were ordered to touch the sentry, and the fat dog began to organize a manpower attack. In the dense jungle, there is little use for snipers. The perceptible area is only about 50 meters.

Beyond it is a forest of python shrubs and towering trees, twinked branches of mountain vines and unknown plants of the jungle. Hou Dasheng silently took out his CQB combat dagger, although this kind of dagger is not suitable here.

But now that's all Hou Dasheng has in his hands. But the fat dog smiled slightly and took out a dagger of his own. The dagger was pitch black and colorless, and there was not a trace of reflection even in the moonlight.

"Cook, your knife is still too bad. Go back and make a handful, the guy who eats can't save it. But he saw the fat dog smile slightly: "Randall, Eagle, MadDog...... They are all good brands and accept customization. ”

As he spoke, the fat dog casually swiped the dagger in his hand on his little finger. But I saw that the leaves of the tree were silently cut off and fell. Hou Dasheng directly grew his mouth, and it was really sharp enough! Best of all, it barely makes a sound.

"Randall's custom-made knives, although a little more expensive, are worth the money."

Hou Dasheng nodded viciously, this is really worth it! Even in the presence of light, it remains matte. And it's sharp enough, and the strength and toughness look good. At least stronger than any knife Hou Dasheng had come into contact with.

At this time, he saw that the knife hand also took out his knife and said with a smile: "I have been waiting for a year and a half for RonNewton's custom work......

Hou Dasheng couldn't help but grow his mouth when he heard this, and when he looked at it, he saw that the knife in the hand of the knife hand seemed to be very ordinary. But after a closer look, Hou Dasheng finally realized that something was wrong.

The knife isn't painted black, but it's still matte! It is lined with strange overlapping patterns, and Hou Dasheng believes that these patterns are definitely not simple stacking decorations. And the handle of this knife is all-metal.

"The metal handle design handle is exclusive to Newton. All the welding operations of this knife are done under a microscope. Whether it is practicality and patience, it is enough to meet the requirements. ”

Hou Dasheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, gritted his teeth and demanded action. If he doesn't take action, he is afraid that he will even have the mind to grab a knife. The knife hand smiled slightly, but didn't say anything more. took Hou Dasheng and the fat dog, and directly smeared into the jungle.

During the day, when they approached to investigate, they were extremely careful to avoid being detected by the other party. I didn't even open the road, but slowly groped my way through. Fortunately, the cavalry guns did not have the habit of laying mines in the camp, and they were probably worried that it would be a joke if they messed up. And, in the event of a powerful attack.

If you have to go through a minefield to evacuate, you will be the one who is unlucky. It is too troublesome to disassemble and assemble the mines every day. Besides, they put so many dark posts in place, and they thought that there would be no problems.

The fat dog walks in the middle of the line with a GPS in his hand. The three of them scurried like tanuki through the dead branches and leaves of the jungle, and the vines and bushes. The fat dog had already marked their location on the GPS and entered the predetermined area in silence.

The fat dog was silent and looked at the two of them, and it was 1:18 in the morning. A few tactical gestures were clicked, indicating that the three were separated. Ten minutes later, the work will be done, and if you succeed, you will return here to gather. Once exposed, launch a strong attack!

Then the three of them dispersed directly, and they had ten minutes to touch each other's secret sentinels. The knifeman had already marked the opponent's position, but the marks were not obvious.

Following the guidance of the curved dead branches in the jungle, which looked no different from other places, Hou Dasheng lightly touched a bush. This bush is just a disguise, and underneath this bush is a secret sentinel.

This is Manny's man, and the man of the cavalry gun is solved by the fat dog himself. Hou Dasheng quietly touched it, and the chirping of birds and insects in the jungle well covered up the sound of his movements.

Hou Dasheng maintained a steady breathing, trying to make his movements as gentle as possible and reduce his voice. However, as he slowly approached about five meters away, he felt that he was worried that the other party would find out about it, how redundant.

In the bushes, there was a slight snoring. Obviously, this sentry fell asleep directly on the sentry post. Although the other party was already asleep, Hou Dasheng remained vigilant.

Under the cover of the bushes, Hou Dasheng slowly climbed to about a meter beside the target. At this time, he basically confirmed that the other party was asleep. The reason is simple, because the sentry's gun fell out of his hand.

Even for drama, no one will put a gun out of their hands. Otherwise, if they are attacked, they will not even have a chance to warn. Exhaling softly, Hou Dasheng moved his hand and arched slightly like a strong bow.

"Whew~" A gust of wind blew, and Hou Dasheng made a move! Between the flint and lightning, I saw him suddenly burst out like a cheetah and directly burst out with a palm, "Click!" "I slapped it hard from the other party's cervical vertebrae! At the same time, one of his feet also stepped directly on the other party's wrist!

His strength was so great that he even stepped the entire face of the dark whistle into the mud in half! The snort didn't even have time to snort, and the dark whistle didn't even have any struggle. Maybe there was a few tenths of a second of pain, and then his world was nothing but darkness......

Hou Dasheng's actions were extremely violent, but they didn't make too much noise. Even the other party's slight cervical vertebrae breaking sound was well muffled by other sounds in the jungle.

Hou Dasheng pressed one palm directly on the cervical vertebrae of the dark whistle, and stepped on the wrist of the dark whistle with one foot. The other hand gently pressed on the carotid artery of the dark whistle. It was clear that the sentry was dead.

It was just a short moment, and Hou Dasheng directly killed this secret sentinel. It's done very well, one might even say: perfect!

"Tuk, tuk, tuk~tuk." According to the agreed code, Hou Dasheng knocked on his headphones. Pull the sentry's face out of the mud. The disguise was gently restored, and then the cat left here softly.

However, less than half a minute apart, there was a signal from the earphones that the knife hand and the fat dog had succeeded. Back at the agreed assembly point, all three were clearly satisfied with the control of time.

I checked the time, and only five minutes had passed. The trio then began to sneak to the predetermined ambush.

Five minutes later, Hou Dasheng and the others arrived at the retreat route where the cavalry guns had been fired in advance. The Fat Dog and the Knife Hand began to silently unload the broadswords from their bodies and began to arrange them according to the calculated attack area.

The leaves of the bushes became their camouflage. One by one, the fuses are attached. But the fat dog did not make these broadswords into thunder, but put the detonated rope in his hand.

The cavalry guns have been able to mix up to this day, and they must have gone through countless ambushes and counter-ambushes. Even if they retreat, they will definitely arrange spearheads. If it is made into a thunderbolt, then it is possible to frighten the other party. This led to the exposure of an ambush here.

Soon, all four broadswords were set. The fat dog waved his hand, and the three of them rushed directly into the bushes. Several thick towering trees became Hou Dasheng's cover.

Turn your gun on and the scope on. Hou Dasheng adjusted it and began to monitor the ambush position.

"Du ~ Du, Du ......" The signal came, and Hou Dasheng knew. This is the man of the forest snake, and he has begun to clean up the dark whistle. For now, at least, things seem to be going well. However, at this time.

Sudden outbreak of mutation!

"Da da da ......" A sharp gunfire directly cut through the silence of the night sky! Obviously, a certain dark post was not cleared as planned, and the operation was exposed!

"Execute Plan B! Cigar, go on the assault! The voice of the fat dog without the slightest emotion came from the headphones, since there is a smooth plan, there are naturally plans that do not go well. The cavalry guns are not mediocre hands, and this time it is not the jackals' own team that came.

If it is exposed during the cleaning of the dark post, this is also normal.

"Roger! The ministries carry out Plan B, repeat! Ministries carry out Plan B! The sound of the cigar came from the headphones, and it was immediately audible...... The sound of gunfire ...... resounded in the jungle!

"Squeak...... Rumble! Rumble!! Rumble!!! ......" Obviously, Manny's people were quick to react. Their RPG side quickly launched a counterattack, and although they didn't see the situation, Hou Dasheng was sure that the people of the forest snake were suppressed.

Because he soon heard the angry roar of the cigar in the headphones: "Fake! Grenades, give these crumbs some grenades! Machine guns, what about our machine guns ?! Fack! Damn it, send the wounded down! ”

Before the sound of the cigar fell, the jungle ......resounded with the roar of light machine guns. Then the shriek of grenade fire rang out, and the rumbling explosion echoed through the jungle......

Silence, Hou Dasheng and Fat Dog They are still silent. Although Plan B was executed, according to the plan, the Mori was still in charge of the assault and forced Manny out of the camp.

When they pass by here, the fat dog will kill Manny directly!