In the dark, humid and hot jungle, there was silence except for the sound of the rubbing of branches and leaves carried by the wind. At the edge of the woods, a gray hare appeared in a hurry, using its keen sense of smell to carefully dig through the soil and turn out a few pieces of plant rhizomes, ready to bite into its mouth. Suddenly, it seemed to smell something dangerous, and the hare's muscles tightened, and he raised his head, looked around a few times, and then quickly ran away to the side.

After a slight noise, a military boot stomped heavily on the side of the small pit that the hare had just opened, and then a figure slowly crouched down. Helmets, rifles, backpacks, and a few military uniforms camouflaged by sparse foliage, the young soldiers, all armed, looked warily at the mountain stream a kilometer to the west, and the few figures looming by the small river, and a strange smile on the soldier's face.

The soldier took out a tube of bamboo whistle tied around his neck and stuffed it into his mouth, and the clear birdsong came from the bamboo whistle in the soldier's mouth, and the sound gradually sounded from behind the soldier, and then connected by the dots, and at the edge of the vast woods, soldiers with loaded guns walked out of the woods, lined up in a seemingly loose battle queue, and quietly surrounded the target mountain stream in the direction of the west.

Outside the southwest of the woods, on the left side of the mountain stream, beside the rocky pile in the forest, around an underground spring, scattered dozens of strong men dressed as American soldiers, but almost all of them looked tired, the slightly stronger men had strips of dried blood on their bodies, the men were vigilant around the spring with rifles in their hands, and several even climbed the nearby trees to look.

Around the spring, there were more than a dozen old and weak men and women, women holding in their arms the wrappers that served as children, staring at the faces of the men, a few elderly people washing the tubers of unknown plants in the spring, and then dividing them into several parts, quietly passing them to the women around them, and some of the seriously ill or wounded people with bandages on their bodies leaned against the trees near the spring like dead people, and several women fed themselves with leaves.

"Mike, oh my God, I'm really going crazy, God knows how I would have promised the Thunder men to do this exercise, you see my stomach is hungry," Simon, who was curled up by the rock, exaggeratedly lifted his military shirt and showed Edward, who was sitting next to him, his belly. Edward, with an indifferent face, squinted at him, glanced at his stomach as if he were dealing with an errand, and then nodded equally indifferently, agreeing with Simon's complaints.

"You know the power of Thunder now, I told you on the way here, but you just don't listen, you have to engage in some drills with Thunder, now it's okay, I've been chased like a rabbit for two whole days, and I lost all my food supplies and half of the hostages, I'm afraid one day, we will have to be Thunder's captives" Taking the plant rhizome handed over by his companion, Edward endured the sour taste in his mouth, and reluctantly swallowed the chewed rhizome into his stomach, he hadn't eaten well for a whole day, and he didn't replenish nutrition, I'm afraid that if you don't need the thunderous people to catch them, you will starve to death if you starve them.

"You said that these Chinese who act as hostages are really good, leaves and roots can be eaten, similar to monkeys in the mountains, and they have been walking around the mountains with us for two days, how can they not be tired at all" Simon saw that Edward ignored him, so he re-found a topic and began to make fun of the "hostages" scattered around the spring. In order to increase the difficulty of the exercise and truly experience the combat power of the Thunder, Simon asked for the appearance of hostages in the exercise, the US military observer group was the party that took the hostages, and the Thunder team was the party who came to rescue the hostages.

Simon's plan is good, once they set off in advance and are caught up by the thunder's people, those "hostages" will be their escape chips, as long as half of the "hostages" are killed and injured in the exchange of fire and pursuit between the two sides, the thunder is the loser, Simon does not believe that there are still troops in this world that can kill the gangsters hiding in the "hostage" pile without hurting the hostages. It's a pity that Simon's calculation was wrong, just a day ago, the American "robbers" who fled in a hurry were besieged by the Thunder troops, and after losing half of their companions and hostages, Simon and Edward escaped with the rest of the general men and hostages, but now it seems that the situation is not very good.

A few thunderous mercenaries dressed in forest camouflage, dressed in all kinds of messy nets and rotten leaves, and with oil paint on their faces, were quietly lurking in the woods less than 100 meters away from this group of outlaw "American robbers". The general distribution of the target was verified again with the scope of the sniper rifle, and a mercenary who led the team whistled with a bamboo whistle in his mouth to imitate the sound of a bird, and the mercenaries who were stationary around him began to slowly crawl forward in the fallen leaves, and climbed until they could see the faces of the American soldiers clearly with the naked eye, and these infiltrating mercenaries stopped.

A vague gesture was made, and the three mercenaries slowly took out a grenade from their waists that could only smoke, and pulled the lead for a full three seconds before throwing it vigorously. The three flirtatious smoke grenades were thrown directly into the rubble pile near the spring by the strong mercenaries, and then puffs of pink smoke came out, and the mercenaries who threw the smoke grenades curled up and retreated at a rapid speed. At the same time, the remaining mercenaries put on gas masks and rushed towards the American troops who had begun to disorganize next to the spring.

Colorful red smoke swirled and dispersed, and the red smoke screens emitted by the three smoke bombs with different landing points gradually became one and drifted towards the US troops at the downwind outlet. The crowd near the spring was like a frying pan, and the U.S. soldiers who were the robbers shouted nervously. The sentry in the tree jumped under the tree despite the scraping of the spikes on the branches, and then began to prepare to retreat with weapons in hand to protect the hostages, and several skilled American troops ran towards the open under Simon's direction, as if intending to use themselves to distract the pursuers who were following them like ghosts.

A kilometer away, on a slope surrounded by trees, two 60-millimeter mortars were ready to open fire, and in the woods below the slope, there were at least six Thunder mercenaries and a referee sent by the US military observation team. Hans, who was in charge of commanding the mortar, held the telescope and quietly looked at the column of colored smoke rising in the sky above the dense forest in the distance, raised one arm and waved it down violently, and the mercenaries squatting next to the mortar made three rounds of rapid fire in a row, and the referee ruled that the rapid fire of the thunder was successful, and the artillery fire covered the smoke of the trees.

There was a sparse sound in the woods, visibility was very low in the smoke, and Simon and Edward stood motionless, staring at the trees from which they were heard. "The enemy is coming, everyone be careful" Simon and Edward raised their submachine guns almost at the same time, although the chamber was only filled with empty cartridges, the Thunder Referee present would judge the opponent's casualty figure based on the actual situation. "Grenade, concealment, grenade," Simon and Edward shouted at the same time, and then dodged and fell to the ground, several grenades flew in the mist, and one of Simon's American soldiers was smashed by one of the grenades.

"You, you, you, you, killed" The referee sent by Thunder tore off the military green cloth strips on the four guys according to the reaction of the American soldiers just now, and motioned for them to go and sit on their own, "You, the thigh is injured and incapacitated, you have a back injury, and you need immediate treatment" Two more American soldiers were signaled by the referee to lose their combat effectiveness, and there were only 5 people left on Simon's side at this time who still had combat effectiveness, and they had lost control over those "hostages".

"Da Da" Simon, who was lying on the ground, pulled the trigger, and the Thomson submachine gun in his hand fired violently at the place where there was a sound in front of him, and several companions around him, including Edward, also pulled the trigger and shot together. "Stop shooting, stop shooting" The referee sent by Thunder shouted loudly, waving his hand to signal Simon and the others to stop shooting, just behind them, several black holes with muzzles facing their backs, "All captured, you are already captives" The referee of Thunder squatted beside Simon and waved his arms vigorously, with a hint of triumph in his eyes.

"God, dear Elisa, can you tell me how your soldiers were trained?" Simon, who had just finished the shower and was sitting on the sofa with wet hair, looked at Rowling dissatisfied, "There are only 15 of them, but they beat more than 30 of us and successfully rescued more than two-thirds of the hostages, this is incredible, I mean really" Simon's exaggerated movements combined with the expression on his face made Rowling in a good mood very happy.

Simon's family and the Rockman family are world friends, and Simon and Edward are both attending military schools at West Point, but Edward is the navy, while Simon is the army, and the two-day pursuit battle in the mountains and forests left a deep impression on Simon, especially the elusive tactics and strong combat power of the Thunder mercenaries, so Simon is more interested in Thunder's tactics and training. "Alyssa, I'm eager to see your Zhao now, and I'm going to have a good discussion with him about infantry tactics," Simon, who had eaten and bathed, regained his cynical face, and reclined lazily on the sofa with a cigar sent by Rowling.

"Simon, I'm sorry, Zhao Zhi is now leading his troops to fight with the Japanese army, I'm afraid he can't come back now, if you can stay longer, you may be able to meet him, but Zhao Zhi has already said, we welcome you to visit at any time in the training camp in Zhangwu County" The telegram has been sent, but Zhao Zhi is facing the Japanese puppet army from Luliang on the front line of Pingyao, which will be difficult to withdraw, for Simon's request, Rowling can only smile and apologize.