Arles is very anxious now, and his face is gloomy and constantly circling around the castle's own temporary command center. From time to time, he will look at the LCD monitors on the wall. There are all movements around the castle. The display screen is very clear, and everything is so normal.

But Arles was very anxious, as if something fatal was going to happen. Arles believed in his intuition, even if it was wrong, it could only make others laugh at it. But if it was true... it might help. The most important thing is that Arles never made any mistakes in this feeling.

"Let all those who take the rest enter the first level of combat readiness, and the patrol team will add three more. They will patrol them all irregularly. They will decide their own routes." Arles pressed the intercom and said in a deep voice: "Tonight... I feel something is wrong, everyone should be energetic. Be careful!"

Soon, a voice came from the other end of the intercom: "I understand! Boss, we will be careful. If anything happens, we will report it immediately. The vulture, chain and cannon squad are already preparing. You can rest assured that we will definitely cheer up."

Arles nodded, and then continued to look at the monitors on the wall. Beside him were his adjutant and the intelligence officer of Hellsie. The two looked at each other, and no one dared to speak first when they looked at Arles' gloomy face.

It was at this time that the intelligence officer's satellite phone vibrated. He frowned and picked up the phone, walked outside the door and picked it up. Arles and the adjutant turned a blind eye to this. The intelligence officer had a lot of phone calls. Usually, the informants outside collected information and provided it to him.

Sometimes, some people who stayed at the service station who specialized in purchasing intelligence collected information about Hell Scythe and resold it to him. There have always been many such things, and Arles and his adjutants are no longer surprised by this.

"Boss, my informant discovered some strange things..." After a while, the intelligence officer of Hell Scythe frowned and walked back and said in a deep voice: "Snowman, spear, white ** ghost... and several excellent mercenary groups lost contact almost at the same time. But their intelligence liaison personnel and agents are still there..."

But the intelligence officer frowned and said in a deep voice to Arles: "There is intelligence that the time they disappeared was very similar. Someone has seen them in Africa and seems to be planning some major action. But the specific situation is still unclear, but my informant thought it might have something to do with us, so he reported it."

Arles frowned when they heard this. These mercenary groups were not afraid of any of them. Even if two or even three were united, he would not feel any pressure. But if they all united... Arles's head hurt suddenly. The Hell Scythe is very strong but not invincible.

They are all people, maybe the teamwork is more tacit than the other party. Maybe the combat level is higher than the other party, maybe the individual soldier is better than them. Maybe the weapons and equipment are better than them. But after all, everyone is the same. If a bullet hits through the forehead, everyone will die.

Hell Scythe is stronger than them, but it is not infinitely stronger. If someone uses the wolf pack tactics, he has to bite the Hell Scythe from front to back to left and right. Even if Hell Scythe can win, it will only be a tragic ending. The loss may be even worse than the time Russia did back then.

Thinking of the Russian battle, Arles' eyes twitched a few times. Those damn mad dogs! Arles cursed them in their hearts many times and hurried to die. But Arles never confronted those mad dogs in his heart again.

The mad dogs did not have any trouble with the Hell Scythe again. Both sides were in a tacit understanding of avoiding each other. This was like two wild and fierce giant beasts on the wasteland. After a fight, they found that they could not devour each other. In the absence of both, they could only lick their wounds separately.

They are constantly predating to make themselves stronger, and at the same time they are vigilant and careful to avoid each other. Because they all know that once the next encounter between the two parties, the ending will definitely be endless. Then, before the next encounter, both parties will try to avoid each other first. Then they will accumulate energy, and until one party feels that they have gained overwhelming strength, the decisive battle between the two parties will break out again.

At least, Arles thought so. He had thought about it over the years. But the strength of the jackals repeatedly made him discouraged. After measuring for a long time, Arles chose to avoid the jackals before he had no real confidence.

Those madmen! In order to severely damage Hell Scythe, they actually let their commander and deputy commander be used as bait. So Hell Scythe thought it was their command center, so they implemented the beheading plan without hesitation. The plan was successful, and they successfully killed the jackal's commander and deputy commander.

The plan also failed, and there was no Russian officer in it. At the same time, the commander of Hell Scythe, deputy commander and a group of elite soldiers were all wiped out there. From a tactical point of view, Hell Scythe successfully completed their combat plan. The command was completely destroyed, although the price paid was extremely heavy...

But in terms of strategic goals, they failed. And the failure was very thorough. The entire Hell Scythe was knocked out, and the rest of the mercenary groups almost chose to evacuate when they saw this. The force supported by their financial masters suddenly collapsed and defeated like a mountain of defeat.

In fact, everyone knows that the force supported by the financial lord is actually not very strong in combat. It depends on the financial lord who pays money and the mercenaries he finds to support the fight. Once these mercenaries retreat, they are no match for the Russian army armed to the teeth.

Shaking his head, Arles drove away the past events in his mind that he had not wanted to remember and focused on the display: "Check, what they do in Africa. But don't interfere, don't expose it if you encounter a situation. After all, these things have nothing to do with us, as long as we are not involved. Our main energy is now... "

On a dirt road about one kilometer outside the castle, business cars that turned off the headlights were slowly stopped. The door opened silently, and a figure wearing a black hood and a black combat uniform rushed down from the car. They gathered very quickly and in an orderly manner.

After the last silent inspection of the weapon, they began to form formations and walk into the bushes in the direction of the castle. At this time, the night had gradually deepened. The patrols inside and outside the castle did not relax at all. Arles had a high prestige and his orders were thoroughly executed.

More than ten patrol teams constantly change routes around the surroundings. Every three minutes, each team will contact each other in different code words. The teams will encounter each other, and if there is no code word contact, they will be attacked immediately.

The infrared monitoring equipment, early warning systems and landmines were laid down on the outside of the castle. The teams that got off the business car began to penetrate into the castle slowly and firmly like mercury. However, they sneaked to a position less than 500 meters away from the castle and could not move.

It's very simple. The closer you get to the castle, the more light and dark posts the opponent will be. Even the patrol team will encounter them from time to time. After several times, they will almost be exposed. If you move forward, you will definitely be discovered by the opponent. This is not a good position to launch an attack directly.

But this is where they had to launch an attack. Snowmen, spears, white ghosts... and other teams entered and arrived in this area one after another. They were scattered around the castle. They were lurking carefully, waiting for the final attack signal...

"Captain Bertrand, this matter is actually very simple." A thin white man gently twisted a cigar with his fingers. He sniffed it, then cut open the cigarette holder with the cigar cutter and handed it to a typical French man in his thirties and looked a little square in front of him.

They are now in a bar outside the military camp, which is very lively outside. But it is very quiet. Under the slightly yellow light, the thin man who looks pale and pale whispered: "What you have to do is to keep your camp from moving within an hour. Don't move anything."

"What if there is an order?!" Captain Bertrand, with a square face, said coldly: "If there is an order, can I still disobey?! Mr. Boris, I know that your energy is very strong. But I belong to the French army, do you understand?!"

The man named Boris smiled slightly and said softly: "Don't be excited, Captain Bertrand. We are friends, aren't we? Do you remember? I have helped you. Your brother was so happy in Lyon that he strangled a woman to death. I helped you deal with this matter. Look, how good it is now! Your brother is still in the army and has no changes. I heard that he is going to be promoted to lieutenant, how great is that!"

Boris' words made Bertrand's face sank. But Boris smiled slightly and said softly: "Lt. Bertrand, don't you want to use this to threaten you, I won't do this. This will hurt our friendship, right?! I just want to tell you that we are friends. So we will help each other and get benefits for both sides."

"Okay, I'll just say it. You won't receive any orders, and no orders will be issued. But you need to pretend to be deaf and dumb about anything that happens for a while. Don't move you and your camp for at least an hour."

Bertrand's face was gloomy and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "What if someone attacked my camp?! Wouldn't I fight back?!"

"No, no... no... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

Boris saw Bertrand's face without a trace of surprise: "No matter who the castle belongs to, you and your battalion cannot move. You cannot move for at least an hour."

"Then I will be very unlucky! I will be dismissed or even killed!" Bertrand's face was so gloomy that it could drip into water: "Since you know who the castle belongs to, do you think I can remain indifferent for an hour?! Do you think there will be no orders issued?!"

Boris looked at Bertrand and said seriously and sincerely: "Yes, I really tell you clearly: there will be no orders. Of course, you will be dismissed. This is for sure."

Bertrand didn't say anything, but just looked at Boris. But Boris quickly recovered his smile: "But, we are friends. How can friends let their friends suffer? Your brother is going to be promoted to lieutenant, right?"

Bertrand's face changed when he heard this. Boris was gentle and looked at Boris in an unquestionable tone and said, "He will become a captain!"

Bertrand's face couldn't help but ease, while Boris smiled and continued: "As for you... after you leave your post, you will be sent to Iraq to take over the position of some of our commanders who returned to China to report on their duties. Oh ~ Iraq is very dangerous, so your post will be restored to a captain as a comfort."

"After staying in Iraq for a year, you returned to China to report your duties and were evaluated as very dedicated. You have won several achievements, so you should be promoted to... Major!" Boris seemed to be muttering in his dreams, and seemed to be telling a story: "The heroic Major Bertrand once again did not fear the danger and applied to go to Iraq to perform his mission again..."

After pausing, Boris smiled and said, "Major Bertrand was in good command and defeated several attacks by militants. He was widely praised by friendly forces. He returned to China a year later and was promoted to lieutenant colonel..."

Bertrand slowly picked up the cigar, put it in his mouth and lit it with a cigarette lighter: "I don't know what happened tonight. My camp will go out to the wild to train, and the outside world cannot contact you..."

"Jiujiujiu...boom!boom!boom!boom!" Facing the opponent's strict defensive deployment, how should we fight? The answer is: strong attack. No one is a fool, both sides are elite. It is already the limit to lurking to a distance of about 500 meters outside the castle.

If you want to go in again, you can only launch a strong attack. Instead of being discovered by the opponent, it is better to take the initiative and attack the opponent with a force. Since you want to fight, it is naturally impossible to be polite. If someone pays money, then the offensive weapon will naturally not be bad.

In addition to the weapons provided by these mercenary groups, the jackals also provided them with weapons that they generally could not use - shoulder-mounted missiles!

"Kill!" has only one word, and the requirement is not to have a living mouth. Everyone knows what they should do: kill any move, and there is no need for prisoners! Just like what they did elsewhere...
Chapter completed!