Although the special operations team is very combative, it has never had experience in jungle combat after all.

Especially in such a foggy situation, it is impossible to accurately determine the location of the enemy, even if they want to desperately can't find the opponent.

However, these team members are considered martial artists after all, and they quickly calm down after a short panic.

After Jin Jian gave Wei Yang's order, the members of the two special operations teams quickly assembled, led by Jin Jian and Xue Chong, the remnant wolf, each with a team, groping in the dense fog like the enemy approaching.

The sound of gunfire was incessant, stray bullets flew indiscriminately, and from time to time, some team members would be shot and injured, or even die on the spot.

In order not to let the enemy find out that they were approaching, the golden sword ordered everyone not to shoot, but to use knives.

In this way, before they really get close to the enemy, the members of these special operations teams can only rely on their combat awareness to try to avoid the bullets flying everywhere.

Although there were constant injuries, no one made a sound.

Each member of the team was clenching their teeth, their eyes were red, and they were holding a vicious breath in their chests.

Since the establishment of the special operations team, there has never been such an aggrieved battle!

It's not like I've never encountered a powerful opponent before, but it's the first time that I can't even see where the enemy is.

All the team members were hunched over and running through the jungle with their knives in hand, and although the miasma made them feel dizzy, the anger in their chests burned them with strength.

They wanted to see what kind of opponent this was, and if they were really strong, it would be worth the loss.

However, if the other party forced them so embarrassed just by virtue of their knowledge of the jungle, then the members of these special operations teams would really be annoyed.

Wei Yang leaned against the tree, trying to calm himself down.

He knew that the other party must be the local private army in Burma that had been following him.

Originally, he thought that as long as he didn't take the initiative to provoke, these monkeys would not do anything.

After all, he brought so many people with him, if he really made a move, they would easily be wiped out.

But he never thought that he had made a wrong move, ignoring the harsh climate of the jungle and the abominable miasma.

This lesson was not small, like a heavy hammer that hit him in the heart.

He realized that although he had left Huaxia now and had no bald pursuers, it was not easy to gain a firm foothold in Burmagawa.

Today, this private armed force dares to move itself, and others will dare to follow suit in the future.

I wanted to avoid conflict before, but now it seems that it is no longer possible.

In any case, these people who are attacking themselves now must not be spared, otherwise there will be endless troubles in the future!

Leaning against the tree for a while, Wei Yang found that the feeling of dizziness seemed to be lighter, and a faint light appeared in the sky above him.

Although he made the deployment as a last resort, the effect was obvious.

The jungle was so dense with trees that after receiving Wei Yang's order, the soldiers immediately made adjustments and leaned their bodies against the trunk of the tree as much as possible, and the casualties were quickly alleviated.

Wei Yang's heart is very depressed now.

Ever since he knew that the bald man wanted to transfer himself to participate in the Northern Expedition Xiao Zhang, his heart has been depressed.

If he was strong enough now, he would definitely choose to stop this senseless war, and devote all his energy to preparing for the war that was about to start with the Japanese.

He doesn't hate being bald and guarding himself everywhere, and wants to weaken his own power.

It is unacceptable for anyone in power to support the army and gain self-respect.

But now, Nanjing is in a mess, and the whole of China is also a mess.

Officials are corrupt, government decrees are not clear, and the entire system of power has become almost the private property of the family's interests.

The currency is increasingly inflationary, and the people are struggling to make a living, but the bald head who wants to sit firmly in that position still wants to hold the power in his hands first, but he doesn't know that the biggest moths are already the existence that he can't afford to provoke and can't move.

Maybe he has ideals and ambitions, but his ability and vision are really not good!

Now I have no choice but to bring people to Myanmar Sichuan, I want to find a place to settle down first, and then develop slowly.

But now it seems that this is just wishful thinking on his part.

Today, although Burma Sichuan is under the control of the Eagle Country, there are still undercurrents surging everywhere, and there are many private armed forces.

Wei Yang didn't want to cause trouble, but things took the initiative to find him.

He realized that if he wanted to gain a foothold here, he had to use extraordinary means!

Hearing the panicked sounds around him gradually quieted down, Wei Yang's heart also relaxed a little, silently pulled out his dagger, and disappeared into the vast white mist.

"Horn!"

A crisp gunshot rang in the ears of one of the special operators.

Judging by the sound, the position of the person who fired the gun would never be more than fifteen meters away from God!

Holding the dagger in his hand behind his back, the team member lowered his body again and slammed in the direction of the sound.

Before the Burmese man who had shot had time to load the next bullet, a figure appeared around him like a ghost, and with a flash of cold light in his hand, it cut his throat.

Warm blood gushed out instantly, and the Burmese man immediately threw down his gun and covered his wound with his hand, but to no avail.

Knowing that he was certain to die, he wanted to warn his companion loudly, but opened his mouth, but spat out a mouthful of red blood.

The special operator's hideous and angry face gradually enlarged before his eyes, becoming more and more blurred.

Until he completely lost consciousness, this Burmese Sichuan man couldn't figure out when this Chinese man appeared behind him.

The members of the special operations team have successively discovered the Burmese people hidden in the fog.

Some of them hid behind trees, some simply climbed up to trees, and although these people were black and thin one by one, their movements were extremely agile.

It is no wonder that these Burmese people were able to survive in such a jungle, but it was not without merit.

Jin Jian Teng flashed under a tree, pulled out his dagger from the neck of a Burmese man who had already swallowed his breath, wiped the blood on the corpse, and was just about to continue moving forward, when he suddenly felt someone approaching, and without thinking about it, the dagger flipped over and stabbed it with his backhand.

However, his arm was grabbed by a large and powerful hand.

"Jin Jian, it's me."

Jin Jian was stunned for a moment, quickly turned around and looked at the person who came in surprise, and said in a low voice:

"Boss? How did you get here? It's too dangerous here, you go back first and leave it to us! ”

Wei Yang smiled faintly:

"What? Are you afraid I won't be able to deal with these people? ”