Old Charlie, who was already dressed in camouflage uniform, was also a treacherous man, and this guy motioned to his subordinates to slow down and drag as far behind as possible. It's just that everyone can play this kind of trick, so a group of mercenaries infiltrate the jungle in a scattered and rapid movement. The supervising rebel officer only sneered at his men, and he did not give the slightest accusation against the treacherous mercenaries - he simply ordered all the trucks to return, leaving a few pickup trucks and machine guns mounted on them as a guard. "In half an hour, you garbage and good-looking .......," the officer muttered to himself, lighting a cigarette and leaning against the car door.

On the way to his destination in the truck, Bo Fu had already given a brief introduction to his colleagues, and although he was too lazy to remember the scum who would probably die in the next hour, he had already memorized the names of several of them - the rules of this place were a bit strange, and basically none of the mercenaries used their real names, and they were basically nicknames or code names. For example, the stripper called herself "Kitten......... As for the others, they all have a pair of powerful nicknames, such as "Thunder Fire", "Jaguar", "Man-Eating Tiger" and other nicknames......... Bo Fu followed the crowd and gave himself the nickname "Red Dragon", and then asked the leader of the pseudonymous old Charlie about the mercenaries. Old Charlie knew that this guy was a novice, and he was idle and bored on the road anyway, so he told him about the mercenary business. "Well, every guy who enters the industry has a code name, you know, and those who do this business basically don't use their real names, and there are many code names with the same name - anyway, most of the unlucky guys will either quit after using it a few times. Or hang up. However, some strongmen's code names have become legends. Except for themselves. It's a joke that people use this name......... Young man, I'm optimistic about you, you red dragon may be able to become a legendary nickname.........." The old guy Ha Luha smiled and took a sip of wine, and then said to himself in a very, very soft voice: "It's just that this kind of thing can't be said to be a good thing or a bad thing.........."

Of course, Bo Fu's hell ears heard the old guy's muttering, and knew in his heart: "Isn't the legendary mercenary still a mercenary....... it's really hard to say that a person has such a name, whether it's lucky or unfortunate in life......... Basically, this kind of guy is estimated to be unable to leave the battlefield for the rest of his life. Thinking of this, Bo Fu turned his attention to the female mercenary beside him. "Kitten, the last time I saw you, you seemed to be striptease in a bar, and the mercenary was so poorly paid?" the guy took a coke from his bag and gave it to the mercenary.

The stripper glanced at the Coke handed over with disdain, and casually responded to Bo Fu: "Yes, the income is average." I also have to rely on that subsidy to supplement the family. "As for whether it is or not, only the ghost knows. Bo Fu didn't say much, but paid a little attention to the equipment of his colleagues—basically the famous Uncle Kalash as their main weapon, and then each with a different pistol or dagger—and Bo Fu even saw someone carrying a folded hunting bow on his back...... In addition, there were a few strong men with light machine guns in their hands - also wool, but there were also people who carried an M60 and tied a headband to pretend to be a good man.

The mercenaries scattered into the jungle, a place full of bugs and a mess of tropical plants - fortunately it wasn't a rainforest, and there weren't such deep rotting leaves on the ground, otherwise it would have killed people. Most of the mercenaries were swearing. The guys, shirtless and oil-painted, carrying the M60 and the hunting bow, were already left behind like the living dead. These mercenaries are the lowest kind, the lowest income earners of a hundred euros a day. It is also the cannon fodder with the biggest casualties in the mercenary industry. Bo Fu walked through the jungle like a walk, this guy slung AKM across his shoulders and carried a backpack on his back, and walked leisurely among the bugs. When his teammates saw Bo Fu's behavior, most of his colleagues thought that they would probably not be able to see Bo Fu in the next mission, only old Charlie and a very small number of mercenaries looked at this guy with a clear gaze, and these old guys exchanged glances with each other, and they all understood each other's meaning: "This kid is also a veteran, a veteran of the battlefield! It's really good luck to be able to pick up experienced guys to join." ”

After half an hour of walking in the woods, most of the mercenaries relaxed—but then they heard a shrill whistling overhead. Many of the mercenaries didn't know what was going on in the road, and they asked each other in a mess. Old Charlie, along with a few old fellows and Bo Fu, began to be on the alert, "This is the sound of cannonballs flying...... I didn't expect this group of guerrillas to start bombarding with long-range artillery?" Bo Fu was not nervous, he looked up at the sky as he advanced, and the voice in his ears told him the trajectory of the shell - the experience of participating in the largest war in the history of mankind told him that it was a 75 mm shell. "75 little guys....... too, what kind of heavy artillery can the guerrillas have. I see them 122 up to the sky. Bo Fu walked forward without paying any attention. By this time, the sound of shells falling to the ground and exploding could already be heard - they were only a few kilometers away from the target. The sound of the cannonballs exploding was muffled by the trees and foliage, but it still turned the mercenaries into a messy hornet. At this time, someone also stepped on a warning mine, and was blown off half of his foot in the explosion, falling to the ground and screaming hoarsely. The morale of almost all the mercenaries was so low that they collapsed in front of the screaming guy, and most of them turned to flee - their chaotic actions attracted the attention of the government troops who were under fire, and suddenly the fire of the heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft machine guns was woven into a web of fire that hung over the heads of the hapless mercenaries. Machine gun fire from a distance of several kilometers was nothing, most of them did not hit people at all and were absorbed by the trunks, but then the falling mortar shells were going to die. The falling cannonball grazed the branches, and the fuse was detonated prematurely, causing a deadly air explosion that swept the headless mercenaries to the ground like flies. The guys were wailing on the ground, blood and organs everywhere between the rolls. The mercenaries at Heaven's Gate had also been knocked down several times, and the stripper hid behind the arbor as soon as possible, shrinking her body to avoid being hit by shrapnel, and at the same time saw the gap between the cannonballs and began to jump forward, with the goal of returning to the starting point away from that base.........

Everyone else with some experience was doing this, even old Charlie, and only Bo Fu was the only one who used his skilled infantry skills to leap towards the supply base. There was no one to cover him, but with the trees obscuring the view, there was no concentrated fire on the base - in fact they were basically fighting indiscriminately, focusing mainly on defending against the 75mm field artillery shells fired by the rebels - the roar of propellers was heard in the sky, and the four helicopters quickly skimmed over the base, and according to the ballistic calculations, they pounced on the opposite artillery position.

Hiding under a large tree on the outside of the woods, he waited, waiting for the rebels to attack—in his telepathy, humans were stealthily approaching the perimeter of the base on both sides to the left and right, but the base's attention was now on the group of mercenaries behind him who were still howling......... (To be continued......)