Fighting large-scale group attacks was not the strong point of the Gurkha soldiers, who were highly skilled in various martial arts, especially mountain climbing and close-range knife and gun fighting.

The remaining 4,000 Gurkha soldiers quickly dispersed and ran in both directions, intending to outflank them in a roundabout way.

However, before they could run far, the special forces who were already waiting on the side pulled the triggers of their submachine guns, and a dense stream of bullets fell on the unsuspecting Gurkha soldiers. The special forces were all in full camouflage, and none of their bodies were green, and they were lying quietly in the grass one by one. If you don't walk in, you won't be able to find out. But when you walk in, you don't find that there is no point anymore, because you have already walked into the arms of death.

The sniper's gunfire never stopped, interspersed with the explosion of bazookas. One by one, the Gurkha soldiers fell, and the number of dead and wounded reached more than 1,000.

In the end, Pata could only order the troops to retreat, and it was obvious that he had stepped into the well-prepared trap of the other side, and if such a stalemate continued, it would be useless even if all the soldiers of the brigade were exhausted.

The remaining more than 3,000 Gurkha soldiers slowly retreated, and the special forces stopped attacking except for the snipers, who were still attacking. The snipers did not stop attacking until the entire brigade of Gurkha soldiers had retreated out of range. However, this retreat of the Gorkha Mountain Brigade cost several hundred casualties, and the casualty figure is about to reach 2,000.

The first encounter ended quickly, and the special forces won their first victory. The Gurkha Mountain Brigade paid a heavy price, but they did not retreat, and the surviving 3,000 Gurkha soldiers scattered and once again forced into the ambush point just now by the special forces.

This time they were greeted not by submachine guns, but by daggers. Wang Xiaoshan didn't want to let go of such a good opportunity to train troops, and there was no more hand-to-hand combat that could train special forces like this, so Wang Xiaoshan directly ordered the troops to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the other party. However, hand-to-hand combat is not really rushing out to fight the opponent, but the rational use of tactics, whether it is assassination or ambush, to play to your strengths and kill the enemy.

The special forces untied their backpacks and put down their submachine guns. Bearing a weight, everyone has a feeling of being as light as a swallow. Nearly 1,000 people also dispersed and rushed towards the Gorkha Mountain Brigade.

It didn't take long for a scream to be heard throughout the woods.

Five Gurkha soldiers walked together, their sabers clutched tightly in their hands, their eyes fixed on the grass around them. Two hours had passed, and all five of them had seen the enemy's various methods. Sometimes they will come out of the grass and cut your throat in an instant. Some will wait for you to walk in and shoot you with crossbow arrows. And then there are popping up from behind you and twisting your neck.

Just as they walked to the three trees that were very close, the three special forces who were already waiting on them shot together. With their legs between the trunks and their bodies facing down, they grabbed the heads of the Gurkha soldiers below them with both hands, and twisted them so hard that they broke their necks. The two Gurkha soldiers who were walking in front were just about to turn around when two throwing knives shot out of the grass in front of them and plunged directly into their throats. Then the four special forces nodded at each other and ran into the jungle again, looking for the next target.

The two Gurkha soldiers walked back to back, and they were also cautious, looking at the trees around them from time to time. But the two didn't dodge. The Gurkha soldier who walked in front only felt that his left foot was light, and then there was a sharp pain, and when he looked down, he saw that his left foot had stepped into a small trap, and in the trap was a small sharpened stick, which had already passed through the instep of his foot. Before he could call out, a figure appeared among the dead leaves in front of him, and before he could reflect. A long spur had already passed through his neck, and the castration had gone straight through the neck of the other man. As soon as he made a move, he killed two people in a row, which was very clean and neat.

The two Gurkha soldiers did not walk on the ground, there were quite a few large stones in this place, layered on top of each other. The two of them were walking on the top at this point, and the two of them looked around without blinking. Just when they walked to a round boulder, the Gurkha soldier walking behind only felt that his feet were entangled in something, and before he could react, he had already been torn off the stone, and the special forces hiding under the stone killed him instantly. Another Gurkha soldier, seeing that his comrades behind him were gone, hurriedly jumped off the stone. Before he could see the situation clearly, he only felt a cold in his neck, and then a sharp pain came from his neck, and a bloody arrow spurted out of his neck, and he wanted to cover it with his hand, but it was too late.

The river is not necessarily safe, although there are no big trees, no grass, no boulders, and it may seem safer. But there are things that seem safe and are often the most dangerous places. The three Gurkha soldiers were walking by a small river, which was only three meters wide and the water was very muddy. The surroundings also look relatively empty, and the surface looks very calm. The three of them relaxed slightly, and just as the three of them turned to leave, two figures sprang out of the river. When the three of them heard the sound of the water and were about to turn around again, the two special forces who were running out of the water had already pulled the crossbows in their hands, and the two crossbow arrows shot directly into the heads of the two of them. However, the two of them were still striking again, but walked out of the river and looked at the remaining Gurkha soldier in front of them. One of the special forces stretched out his right hand and hooked his finger at him. The latter made an "ah" and rushed over brandishing his saber. Towards the special forces who hooked his finger at him, a concise and clear oblique split. The latter took a step back, and before the Gurkha soldier could withdraw his hand, the special forces grabbed his right hand holding the knife, pulled it hard, and the dagger in the other hand of the special forces was directly inserted into his eye socket. It's too dead to be dead anymore.

However, it is not only the special forces who will hide, the Gurkha soldiers will also hide and wait for the approaching enemy. Compared with the camouflage and concealment ability of special forces, the Gurkha soldiers are very naïve. Before they had a chance to make a move, the special forces had already discovered them, and when they were discovered, there was only one consequence, and that was death.

In the grass beside the trees, a Gurkha soldier was lying quietly. A special soldier was quietly walking here, dressed in green camouflage, covered with green rags, his hands and face were also green, and he couldn't see his face at all, and he was still holding two daggers in both hands. At this time, in the eyes of the Gurkha soldiers, the special forces were getting closer and closer to him, and just as he was about to make a move, the special forces suddenly turned and walked in another direction. Seeing that his goal slowly disappeared in his eyes, the Gurkha soldiers in ambush could only give up helplessly. Just as he was about to find a new target, a slight voice sounded in his ear. The Gurkha soldier was stunned, and when he had just turned around, it was too late, and two daggers were plunged directly into his chest. Before he died, he saw that it was his previous goal that killed him.

The night gradually came, but the battle did not end there, but became more brutal.

A dummy stood alone in the woods, and a special soldier lay in the grass next to him, vigilantly observing the situation around him, the night dew wet his clothes, and it was a little cool on his body, and the moon rose quietly, hanging alone in the air, looking down at the earth wordlessly. A thin mist slowly descended and shrouded the trees, obscuring the moonlight, and the woods were black and hollow. The special forces did not dare to be careless, mobilized all the senses in his body, and did not dare to let go of a trace of movement in the forest, and suddenly there were several sounds of stepping on grass stems, and he immediately looked vigilantly in the direction where the sound came, but he couldn't see anything. Could it be a nocturnal critter, the special forces thought to themselves. But the three figures that appeared next lifted his heart. The three Gurkha soldiers had apparently just spotted the dummy, and quickly lay down and hidden, unaware that a deadly star lurked two or three meters away beside them.

A few minutes later, the three Gurkha soldiers saw that the dummies did not react and decided that they had not been found. The three of them quietly separated, one creeping forward, one half-crouching to the side with a saber in his mouth, trying to sneak up on the enemy in their eyes from behind, and the other stayed where he was and watched the wind.

The special forces calmly watched the three people tossing, did not act rashly, and the Gurkha soldier who was about to attack the dummy touched the back of the dummy, suddenly stood up, covered the dummy's head with one hand, and at the same time quickly slashed the saber towards its neck. However, as soon as the hand of the Gurkha soldier touched the dummy, he immediately sensed something bad and screamed 'ah', and the moment the other two Gurkha soldiers looked at him, the special forces took action, jumped up, stood behind the soldier who was on guard, and stabbed the knife directly into the opponent's neck, killing him. The Gurkha soldier who was crawling in front heard the movement, and the moment he turned his head, the special forces had already pulled out a blood-stained dagger and slashed through his neck, and the sharp dagger immediately cut off his carotid artery, trachea and fragile neck bones, leaving only a layer of skin attached, almost cutting off his head, and blood spurted out like an arrow. The Gurkha soldier who attacked the dummy saw that things were not good, and in a short moment, his two comrades-in-arms had fallen, but he was not afraid, threw away the dummy, and rushed towards the special forces with his saber. He was not afraid of melee combat, but the result did not change much, and the fight lasted less than twenty seconds. The dagger of the special forces has been inserted into his heart. The special forces didn't care about the corpse, holding the dummy, looking for a new location to attract new prey.

From afternoon to evening, the smell of blood filled the entire woods. As time went on, more and more corpses of Gurkha soldiers were found on the ground.

(To be continued)