Super Special Forces King

Chapter 602

602.

The retreat trajectory of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group has not completely returned to the 12 o'clock direction he planned, so Zhang Feng decided to correct the Death Scythe Mercenary Group again!

However, now that his leg is injured and he can barely participate in the battle, not only can he not provide enough help, but it will become a drag on the team.

Not only does it slow down the team's attack and retreat speed, but also distracts comrades from taking care of themselves.

Therefore, Zhang Feng looked at King Yan, whose face was gloomy, and he was obviously still immersed in the guilt that hurt Zhang Feng.

"Hell, I am going to take a rest. I'm a hand-handling shopkeeper. The following things are up to you." said with a smile.

Hearing Zhang Feng's words, Yan Wang's eyes widened, and he said solemnly: "Crazy man, you will give the order from behind, and I promise to complete your order without reservation!"

"Hell, everyone has heard your words, then I will leave it to you!"

Zhang Feng continued: "Now the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps has just been attacked by us, and the nerves are still in a tight state. Let's not worry, let them relax first. Then, in an hour, you will lead the Huangquan special battle. The team is launching an attack on the Death Scythe mercenary group! Completely correct their retreat direction."

"No problem!" Hades said, patting his chest.

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Zhang Feng retreated as promised and left the Huangquan Special Operations Team, but instead came to the Dancing Boy's Blood Slaughter Team.

The dancer frowned and looked at the wound on his leg, "How?"

"Can't die." Zhang Feng shrugged his shoulders.

"I know that your kid can't die, good people don't live long, and a thousand years of scourge. It's hard for a **** like you to die." The dancer shouted with a smile.

"Fuck off, the dog can't spit out ivory." Zhang Feng replied.

Following behind the Blood Slaughter Brigade, Zhang Feng took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Johnson’s number. The latter had set up a quagmire for the Death Scythe mercenary group according to his order, and I don’t know how it went. ?

After answering the call, he said: "Johnson, how are your preparations?"

"Preparation is almost done, there will be half a day's time to be ready, then we can wait for the scythes of the Death Scythe mercenary group to jump in." Johnson's tone appeared relaxed.

Zhang Feng nodded secretly in his heart. The layout of the quagmire directly determines whether this action can achieve the expected effect.

Otherwise, the duck that reaches its mouth will fly, and it will be hard to find the tune of crying.

"Yeah! That's good! But don't be careless. The mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group are not fools. Any negligence may reveal your position. Don't be careless." Zhang Feng still reminded.

Johnson said affirmatively: "Brother Feng, put your heart in your stomach at this point. Our Tauren and Horsemen brigade are all natives of indigenous people, and there are people who are more familiar with the primitive jungle than we are? What if it were the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps. To find us, I grabbed my head and kicked it for you."

Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile, and said with a smile: "When you kick the ball, you think that your head is inflated, and **** me."

After hanging up the phone, his mood was also relaxed. Now everything is proceeding according to his plan, and it does not exceed the scope of the script.

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As night fell gradually, Zhang Feng once again ordered the Huangquan Mercenary Corps to stop the attack and rest in place!

Just a two-hour break in the morning, not only did the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group reach a critical point in their physical fitness, but even the faces of the soldiers of the Huangquan Mercenary Group were full of exhaustion.

High-intensity combat consumes physical energy much faster than any exercise.

It is worth mentioning that the Huangquan Special Operations Squad, led by Yan Wang, attacked the Death Scythe mercenary group again, and successfully corrected the direction of their retreat, just facing the direction of 12 o'clock!

The slight change in direction, the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Group were not aware of it at all. They just thought that the sneak attack was just a means of attack by the Huangquan Mercenary Group, which had no deep meaning.

Only when Wen Kaiqi passed the drone at high altitude and always followed the movements of the Death Scythe mercenary group, could he clearly calculate the correct direction.

The Death Scythe Mercenary Corps finally got a rare break, but many people remember the letter of persuasion they saw in the morning.

The internal disputes have also become increasingly fierce. Some people want to fight back on the spot. Some people still think that they should save their strength and wait for the command of Joseph's command before proceeding. The two sides couldn't argue, and couldn't unify their ideas!

Zhang Feng was not in a hurry to let the Huangquan Mercenary Group launch an offensive this time, because this place was not far from the location of the quagmire that Johnson arranged according to his orders. He deliberately kept the original speed and might be able to arrive at noon tomorrow.

This time is better than he expected, because he really did not expect the resistance of the Death Scythe mercenary group to be so weak.

Even without much strength from their own Huangquan mercenary group, they are constantly retreating!

Fortunately, Johnson's movements are also faster, and the quagmire has been arranged almost, otherwise there is really too late in time.

Looking down at his watch and confirming the time, Zhang Feng issued an order via the wireless microphone: "At 12 midnight, continue the attack! Now each unit has sentries and the rest rest!"

"Let the sentry I set up polished my eyes. Don't be careless."

"Student, are you okay? Persevering?"

Hearing Zhang Feng's words in his ears, student Wen Kai said together: "I'm fine, I can persist."

From the beginning of the battle to the present, although the student Wen Kaiqi did not participate in the battle, he never took a break. He must constantly control the drone to fly with his hands, and he must keep his eyes on the monitor at all times to ensure the death of the sickle servant. What's going on in the Corps can be discovered in the first place.

At this moment, his face was full of fatigue, and his eyes were full of red blood.

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One hour before 12 o'clock, what Zhang Feng was waiting for finally happened, and the Death Scythe mercenary group began to surrender!

The persuasion book is working!

The two mercenaries of the Death Scythe mercenary group took advantage of the night to leave the large army and went straight to the position of the Huangquan mercenary group to touch them.

Seeing the sentry of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps, he quickly put his weapon on the ground and raised his hands to indicate that he was coming to surrender.

The sentry didn't care much, and escorted them back with their guns against the backs of two people.

Hearing this, Zhang Feng's face showed joy, which is what he has always been waiting for.

"The dancers, these two people are handed over to you, give them back the weapons! Tell them from now on they are reserve soldiers of the Blood Slaughter Brigade of the Huangquan Mercenary Corps! The annual salary is 100,000, and the bonus is not included. As long as they can become the official Blood Slaughter Brigade Members provide death pension benefits!"