??Honglian must have been staying outside all the time. When she heard this, she immediately walked in with a serious expression.

The opposite seemed to realize something and remained silent.

Only the sound of bullets coming from the communication tools were heard. Obviously, the team that went out to perform the mission was in a very bad situation.

The Siberian tiger's eyes gradually turned red, and his breathing was heavy. He hesitated for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "Is there any possibility of breaking through?"

"No!"

"So."

The Siberian tiger said word by word, "Transfer the information back, and then give them a gift of meeting!"

"Yes, the Iron Team!"

A burly Chinese soldier glanced at seven or eight companions beside him, grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

He took out an electronic instrument, sent the coordinates of the island out radio, and finally checked the guns and said, "The iron team said, let's give these bastards a meeting gift!"

Everyone replied in a deep voice: "Yes!"

Hearing this, the soldier narrowed his eyes, glanced at the enemy getting closer and closer, and shouted in a deep voice: "Fuck them to death!"

War is always cruel.

As long as there is war, you will definitely be injured and die.

Especially with few enemies, the entire army is annihilated.

When the soldier shouted the four words "fight them to death", the seven or eight soldiers already knew what they were going to do.

Are they afraid?

No, they are not afraid!

Since they put on this military uniform and took the weapons in their hands, they knew that their lives would no longer belong to them.

It belongs to the country and the people.

They are Chinese soldiers who are terrifying the world and are known to be unparalleled on land!

They are elite soldiers after countless bloody battles with death.

Even if they face thousands of times the attacks of enemies, they can still treat them calmly.

The soul of the Chinese military will last forever!

Dada dada...

The sound of the assault rifle suddenly resounded.

The partners who ambushed the enemy on the outside solved the three enemies who were the first to rush up. One of them turned around with a relaxed face and smiled at the other comrades: "Don't leave here. If anyone can fight out, remember to have a glass of wine on the grave and chat!"

"No problem!" the others grinned with their backs against the big tree.

"Are you finished?"

A soldier laughed and said, "So many people, why don't you hurry up and start? Do you really want to kill until dark?"

"Ha ha!"

The other soldiers looked at each other and saw the look of perseverance in each other's eyes, then turned around and crawled forward.

When there are so many enemies, we are afraid of death.

Therefore, guerrilla tactics can play its greatest role at this time.

Moreover, in such dense gatherings, the enemy will definitely think of bombing with shells, and that will be taken away in one go.

That way of dying is really a bit cowardly!

Even so, you can't die too miserable!

As a soldier in China, even if he is, he can only die in a dignified manner.

Bang bang bang bang!

Rumble...

Sure enough, when the seven or eight soldiers were dispersed, a large-scale bombing occurred where they had stayed. In an instant, the loess was flying, the grass and trees were burnt yellow, and the smoke was densely covered with thick smoke.

This will be a bloody battle!

Enemies from the periphery kept rushing up, but no matter how many people came up, they could still hear gunshots.

The gunshots mean that the seven or eight Chinese soldiers have not died yet.

Therefore, the commander of the God Sword Rebel Army outside asked his subordinates to charge again, and the gunfire was completely extinct after several rumbling explosions!

The enemy commander of this small battle was a man with a short beard.

There was a very obvious scar on his forehead, which looked like it was scratched by shrapnel, which made his face a little hideous.

After hearing the gunshots in the jungle completely disappeared, he turned around and looked at a leader next to him and asked in a deep voice: "Didn't you say there are only seven or eight people on the other side?"

There was a strong displeasure in his words.

A team of seven or eight people actually caused him to lose hundreds of people.

He can't help but get angry!

It is conceivable that when this result of the battle reaches General Mengda, he will face a harsh reprimand.

In severe cases, it would even be shot by the angry General Monda.

In the history of the God Sword Rebels, there has never been such a record, which is simply a shame!

What kind of monsters are those Chinese soldiers?

"The news I received is indeed like this. The number of people on the other side is only seven or eight, and there are almost no weapons with huge lethality!" The leader said in a trembling voice.

"Don't let go of a stinky dog ​​fart!"

The short-bearded man slapped the leader in the face, and the latter's eyes suddenly showed stars, and red blood flowed out from his mouth and nose.

"Seven or eight people killed hundreds of my brothers?"

The short-bearded man said coldly: "Do you think I am a three-year-old child?"

"But the news we received is indeed like this..." The little leader covered his swollen face and said with a grievance.

"Cleaning the scene immediately, I want to see if they have three heads and six arms!" said the short beard in a deep voice.

"Yes!" The little leader rushed into the battlefield as if he was relieved.

For him, even if there are enemies on the battlefield, it is safer than standing next to the short-bearded man, even if those Chinese soldiers are really three heads and six arms!

When he trotted to the war zone, he found that the brothers who cleaned up the scene looked very strange.

To describe it in an appropriate sentence, it is panic.

Yes, even when they were clearing the battlefield and sharing the fruits of victory, they still looked around with panic, as if they were in awe of something.

The little leader was furious and kicked a rebel soldier in front of him, roaring: "What are you doing? Where are the corpses? Why are they all ours?"

The rebel soldier was kicked to the ground, his face hit a tree, and his nose splattered blood.

But even so, it would not alleviate his inner shock or panic.

The soldier stood up with the pain, his face unabated, and he said in a trembling voice: "Sir, there is no corpse!"

"What does it mean to have no corpse?"

The little leader's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt even more panicked. Could those guys still escape?

impossible!

It's simply impossible!

Unless they can fly to the sky, how can they escape?

So, where did those soldiers from China go?

Why, there are no corpses on the battlefield?

Also, why are these brothers full of panic on their faces?

It seems that there are ghosts and gods here that make them feel scared!

Damn it, that's a hell!
Chapter completed!