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Night falls, and the further you go, the colder it gets. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe highland climate makes the jungle very dangerous at night, and if you overdraw your strength in a lack of oxygen, you may fall down and never wake up.

The special forces who had been running wild all day were also aware of this, and many of them had already begun to suffer from altitude sickness. There was a shortage of food, a shortage of fresh water, and their marching tents were discarded because they had to march quickly, which was really embarrassing at the moment.

"The troops stopped advancing and rested for two hours. Thorn, you take people around to find food and fresh water, remember not to exceed a kilometer in diameter, and shoot immediately if there is any danger..."Nighthawk commanded word by word.

"Knowing the captain, how do you feel more and more like my mother, you are so verbose." The thorn muttered and took a few men to find food.

Along the way, they saw a lot of animals, and there were countless edible plants. As for water sources, it is easier to find, and the worst thing is that the juice from the roots of edible plants can still quench thirst.

The rest of the people all collapsed on the ground, and instead of falling asleep right away, they massaged each other to relieve the sore muscles and remove the blisters from their feet.

People are in a stressful environment for a long time, and the muscles are in a state of complete tension. If you suddenly relax, then it's over. Their muscles will be sore, they will even walk stiff, not to mention that they are still in danger at the moment. So we can only relax each other's tense muscles, replenish food and fresh water while maintaining the state, and then continue to evacuate the place.

Nighthawk also arranged two dark posts to defend the way it came. He was not at ease, and the feeling of panic in his heart always accompanied him all the way. There was always a feeling that some danger was approaching, but until now there was no sign that his suspicion was true.

"There must be no one left here, enough people have died." Nighthawk silently thought in his heart, not that he had become nagging, but that he was afraid. He was afraid that there were close comrades-in-arms dying in front of his eyes, and he was afraid of how to face the families of his comrades-in-arms when he returned.

In the jungle of the highlands, the nights are exceptionally quiet. A full moon slowly climbed into the sky, and an hour had passed in the blink of an eye. The thorns returned from the surroundings with the men, bringing back fresh water and food. But they didn't dare to make a fire, so they could only skin the hare directly and eat raw rabbit meat to maintain high protein and calorie consumption.

"There's still half an hour, everyone hurry up and rest." Nighthawk whispered a reminder that he couldn't see everyone's faces clearly in the darkness, so he could only nod silently by virtue of the direction in which he was sitting.

At that moment, Nighthawk suddenly turned his head sharply. There was silence in the darkness ahead, not even a single insect screaming.

"Captain, what's wrong?" The mine sitting next to him was also alert, and looked behind him with his gun in hand.

"I think I'm hearing something—" Nighthawk's eyes narrowed slowly, he wanted to cut through the darkness and see what lay ahead.

"It's simple, I'll just go and see." A cold voice sounded beside him, and the ghost hand jumped out directly, galloping towards the place where Nighthawk heard the sound.

Just a moment later, I saw a burst of sword light in the darkness, and then I heard two miserable snorts. At the same moment, countless stars seemed to suddenly shine in the darkness, and dense gunshots rang out from different places in an instant.

"There's an enemy—" Nighthawk lay down on the mine, a volley of bullets sweeping in front of them. Because it was too dark, and the opponent suddenly opened fire, so there was no accuracy, and the special forces immediately picked up their guns and entered the combat position.

Nighthawk and the mine also retreated behind a tree, and in the distance, a black figure ran rapidly. A moment later, the Ghost Hand shuttled through the endless rain of bullets and ran directly to Nighthawk's side.

There was a thud, and the ghost hand threw down two corpses. Nighthawk's eyes widened, and the two corpses were the two special forces he had sent out to serve as guards. Their eyes were wide open before they died, and a deep wound had been cut on their necks.

"They're too tired, otherwise they wouldn't have gone unnoticed the enemy approaching." Landmine closed his eyes for the two of them, and his tone was full of sadness.

This was the biggest loss of their Thunder Agents since their formation, and one after another of their comrades died by their side, never to be seen again, and could only be seen off with a sigh.

"Dog's day, it's really not the heart of the Yellow River that doesn't die, captain, fight with them, these bastards think we are bad seeds." The thorn roared behind a tree not far away.

"That's right, captain, fight with them and avenge your comrades." Many people chimed in.

"Shut up." Nighthawk shouted angrily as the roar of the crowd reached its peak, and all that remained was the sound of gunfire. He listened silently in the direction of the gunshots, only to open his eyes after a moment.

"There will be no more than thirty people coming, and it should be the vanguard of the other party. Cut off their vanguard, or they will chase us after us like dogs. ”

Nighthawk yelled: "Thorn, outflank with the left flank." Mines, outflanked by the right flank. Ghost hands, rush in, can kill a few kill a few, and disrupt each other. The rest of me will attack head-on, remember, watch your head, don't die here. ”

As soon as Nighthawk gave the order to fight, the squad split into three waves. The frontal attack immediately opened fire, drawing the enemy's frontal fire, and the left and right flanks immediately threw high-explosive grenades after the enemy was attracted to the fire, confusing the enemy's sight.

At this moment, the ghost hand swayed, rising from the ground and jumping up to a big tree. He has been systematically trained as a ninja since he was a child, and although he eventually becomes a killer, the ninja's methods are not lost at all.

When he got up the tree, he seemed to become one with the tree. Night served as his coat, and he quickly jumped from tree to tree, all out of sight of the enemy. It was as if at this moment he had become transparent air and no longer existed in the human field of vision.

With just a few ups and downs, he fell into the middle of the enemy's position. The ten Y-degree special forces in front were scattered very widely, each shooting behind different cover. He didn't pay attention to the ten people, but with a cold face, he directly attacked the Y-degree special forces in the rear.

The Y-degree special forces originally just wanted to retreat immediately after killing a few people and harassing each other, after all, the proportion of the two sides is relatively large, and the confrontation is only a dead end.

But they didn't expect that they were quietly advancing or were discovered by the other party, and before they could fight, they were killed by a more ghostly person on the other side. They already had the intention of retreating, but at this moment, the Huaxia people fought back like crazy, and forcibly disrupted their plan to retreat.

And just as they were about to fight back stubbornly and wait for rescue, the man who was like a ghost before actually appeared again. Without any defense, four people were immediately stabbed by the ghost hand and easily cut off their necks.

"Ah, it's him..........." Before a special soldier could finish speaking, his neck was cold, and his eyes suddenly turned black and he fell to the ground. The ghost hand killed six people in a row, and his arrival made the Y-degree special forces panic.

They abandoned the invading enemy in front of them and turned to shoot at the ghost hands. Ghost Hand smiled slightly, jumped up the tree and vanished. His task has been completed, and at this moment, in the rear of the Ydu special forces, a large number of Huaxia special forces have arrived.

By the time the Y people found out about all this, it was too late, and a large number of Chinese special forces suddenly rushed out from the left and right flanks, and they didn't speak, they swept people when they saw them. A group of special forces also rushed in front of them, and they yelled like devils from hell to pour out bullets, as if these bullets were not for money.

After a while, there was no longer a living mouth on the Ydu people's position. The vanguard of the thirty Y-degree special forces was all wiped out in less than five minutes, and their bodies were covered with bullet holes, and even if they were carried back, I am afraid that no one would be able to recognize them.

Looking at the battlefield filled with gunsmoke, the special forces were all panting. finally gave an explanation to the dead comrades-in-arms, and finally made his conscience better.

Nighthawk spat out a mouthful of saliva and shouted loudly: "Retreat immediately, since the vanguard is here, then the large army must not be far away." ”

Da-da-da, da-da-da... As if in response to his words, there was a sudden burst of gunfire in the distance. Suddenly, a net of death formed in the woods, and there was no sound.

Suddenly, four or five special forces soldiers fell to the ground, bleeding all over their bodies, and they saw that they were not alive. Mengfei also snorted, a large blood stain spread on his chest, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

The military thorn roared and carried Mengfei onto his shoulder. He knew that his brother-in-law and his wife had grown up dependent on each other, and he must not have anything to do, he must not have anything to do.

"All retreat, quick..."Nighthawk crouched on the ground, swept a shuttle of bullets into the distance, turned his head and yelled, "Yaksha, treacherous thunder..."

Yaksha didn't need Nighthawk's orders, and was already arranging thunder in the rain of bullets. The opponent suddenly appeared with more than twice as many troops as them and was well armed. At this time, the only thing that can hold back the other party's footsteps is the thunder.

Looking at his recently dead companion, Nighthawk glared fiercely. But he couldn't do anything, he couldn't take them away at this time, he took out a grenade, threw down his dead comrades, and left here with tears.

Boom, boom.......... violent explosion sounded behind them, and the special forces did not dare to look back. All they have left at the moment is to run away, or to run... The road ahead is dark, but as long as they are willing to run, there is always a chance to see the light.

The cheetah was sweating on his forehead and slowly rose from the dirt. There was a dead man pressed down on his body, half of his body was blown up, and blood was spilled all over him.

"It's really amazing, and at this time, don't forget to arrange the trick mine." The cheetah wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, fortunately he kept an eye on it, otherwise he would be a dead man at this moment.

"Pursue with all your might, and never let them escape. Our battle with the Huaxia people will end in this jungle. The cheetah stood up and rushed forward.

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