Fell from a height of more than 3,000 meters. No one thought that Stick and Zou Jiahui would still be alive. However, in fact, just as the Unity Brigade team retreated to Pobie, and Guo Kui instructed Gu Youliang and others to start preparing for the mourning service for Stick and Zou Jiahui, they were still fighting to the death against 48 Xiongfeng in the tropical jungle adjacent to the Gulf of Thailand.

After a week of pursuit and sniping, 19 of the 67 heroes were killed by Zou Jiahui and the stick. And now, Zou Jiahui and the stick with the broken left leg are exhausted and exhausted, and the two of them have to die head-on.

In an unknown river valley in Chakhengsao City, about 100 kilometers from Bobe, in a pit in the middle of a pile of rocks, Zou Jiahui and Stick sat back to back, half of the snake meat in their hands, chewing and swallowing hard. Thailand has no shortage of fruits all year round, but fruit alone cannot support the calorie consumption of large amounts of exercise, so fish and snake meat and cassava tubers have become essential ingestions, and even if they are difficult to swallow, they will force themselves to swallow some every day.

"Even if I can go back alive, my left leg is also useless, so what's the point of being alive? Zou Hei, I'll attract the attention of the devil later, and you're ready to swim across the river," said the sweaty stick as he threw away a piece of snake bone in his hand.

"Don't even think about it, when will we wolf fangs abandon our comrades? Save some effort and talk less, and save to kill two more devils," Zou Jiahui said a little viciously.

When he was still on the banyan tree, the stick let Zou Jiahui escape alone, but how could Zou Jiahui be willing to do it. The ordinary troops of the Cadet Army have admonitions that they will never abandon a comrade-in-arms until the last moment, as the most elite wolf tooth in the Cadet Army, how could he do such a thing.

The stick said angrily: "Zou Hei, do you want me to die without even turning a blind eye?" ”

", if I leave you alone now, I will really live without a blink. Well, you should be honored to have me as your companion on the Huangquan Road. Raise some strength, don't be touched by devils, you don't even have the strength to be glorious-"

"Zou Hei!" The anger faded like a tidal wave, and the emotion came to his heart, and the stick shouted movingly, tears overflowing from his eyes.

Zou Jiahui pursed his lips, but refused to say anything more. He used a dagger to repair a branch about two meters long, cut off the side branches, and sharpened the other end.

The stick struggled to shake his body, looked up at the sky, looked at the sun that had turned red, and prayed silently: God, hurry up and get dark!

Zou Jiahui and the stick had a hard time escaping, and the heroes chased after them easily. At first, it was just a small team at the order of Suzuki Xiandao to check the crash of the fighter plane. This is naturally an extravagant hope. realized that the "Zhi Na representative" would suffer the punishment he would suffer after he died, and then understood the identity of Zou Jiahui. Once they thought that they had been overturned by Zou Jiahui by fair and honest means, the heroes of the Suzuki Brigade were ashamed and indignant, and once they found the traces of the wolf's teeth, they immediately chased down with their lives.

The two squads of Xiongfeng participated in the pursuit, a week passed, the two wolf fangs were still on the run, but the Xiongfeng hung nineteen, the sense of humiliation in the hearts of the Xiongfeng became stronger and stronger, and at the same time, they also faintly felt cold. After a week of pursuit, they have figured out the details of the two wolf fangs, and there is one seriously wounded among them, if the two wolf teeth are intact, then how many people will fall? Can you still catch it?

After absorbing enough lessons, the leader of the Wolf Tooth Squadron, a captain named Nishikawa Kenbo, changed his strategy, organized the remaining Xiongfeng into a group of three to search, and strictly ordered him not to act rashly after discovering the wolf fang, and he must gather at least ten or more people.

Zou Jiahui is worthy of being born in martial arts, his physical strength is superb, and he can walk as fast as he flies with a stick on his back. He escaped from the encirclement of the devil again and again, but at this moment, he finally ran out of strength, so he could only choose to temporarily lurk until it got dark.

Finding a suitable lurking place is definitely a skill, such as the pile of rubble where they are hiding now, if you don't look closer, you will definitely not be able to find it. And if it gets closer, with the means of Zou Jiahui and the stick, it is difficult to say what the three heroes will usher in.

"They're not going to cross the river, are they?" On the edge of a plantain forest about ten meters away from the pile of rubble, the three heroes gathered together to discuss after carefully combing through the plantain forest and finding nothing.

"If this is possible, let Captain Nishikawa know!"

"Matsumura, give me your kettle, I've run out of water."

"Hello, give."

…… The pile of rubble is on the smooth river beach, because there is a pit in the middle, it does not look high, and it seems that people cannot be hidden from a distance of more than ten meters.

Three males, one in the front and two in the back. The front looked at the opposite bank, and the two in the back leaned in the left and right directions, unexpectedly walking into the trap of death.

In the middle of the pile of rubble, Zou Jiahui and the stick glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of determination in each other's eyes. The stick clenched the three-edged thorn in his hand, and Zou Jiahui held the freshly made javelin.

The three devils stopped talking and walked over slowly. The rustling footsteps became clearer and clearer, Zou Jiahui strained his feet, and slowly squatted up against the stone pile, and suddenly, he rolled out of the javelin on his side, and stabbed out the javelin in his hand.

"Ahh With a miserable scream, Xiongfeng, who was walking in the front, was stabbed in the throat, his eyes were round, and blood spurted from his mouth and fell. At this moment, Zou Jiahui was already stabbed in his hand, and he threw it violently, and the three-edged thorn stabbed the chest of another male wind, and the latter fell to the ground as he turned the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da ......" MP-38|40's characteristic gunshot rang out, and Zou Jiahui rolled and crawled and suddenly roared and pounced on the last one of the heroes.

"Eight grids!" The majestic wind shouted, turning past the muzzle of the gun as he turned. "Da ......" As he pulled the trigger, a white light flashed, and the three-edged thorn thrown from the stick stabbed him in the throat. The gunfire stopped, and the male wind made a "ho-ho" sound from his mouth, and fell down on his back.

Zou Jiahui pounced on this devil, and while he gasped for breath, he pulled out the three-edged thorn of the stick. "Poof!" A stream of blood spurted out and drenched him. He stuck out his tongue to smack the stained blood of tian, tasted a little salty, and then spat at the blood and smashed his gun with all his might. He took off the submachine gun, pistol, ammunition bag, grenade bag and dry food bag from this devil, ran to the other two devils in a half-crouched position, picked up his three-edged thorns, and then took off their weapons and equipment and hung them around his neck, he ran to the stick, handed the latter a submachine gun, and half-crouched down at him and said, "Come up, go!" ”

The stick also smashed all his long and short guns, then took the submachine gun, struggled to his half-crouched with his guns, and fell on his back.

Zou Jiahui picked up his stick, discerned the direction, and ran towards the woods to the south. As soon as he ran out of the middle for more than ten meters, there was a fierce gunfire behind him. Six strong winds came from two directions in the northwest, and three of them stood on the other side of the river and fired fiercely at them, the bullets broke many branches around them, and the sound of branches breaking and breaking was incessant, making the stick and Zou Jiahui's scalp tingle, Zou Jiahui shouted, and brought out all his potential, and his running speed was a little faster.

(Old poison: Received a lot of blessings, encouragement, and warmth from many brothers!) Here, I wish my brothers a happy New Year's Day, and all your wishes come true! )