A bunch of bonfires were lit in front of the barracks, and there was no war in the southwest. In addition, sentries were spread a hundred miles away, so there was no fear of the enemy lurking in.

Su Mulong looked at the veterans, smelled the murderous aura that was as real as they were on them, and looked at their agility that was not in line with age. Su Mulong grabbed his head and said after a while: "They are reserves? What's the joke?"

A strong and experienced veteran, one can stand up to five new recruits. Just now, Su Mulong made a silent calculation in his mind. If his special forces brigade faces the 360 ​​veterans in front of him, one-on-one must have no chance of winning, and one-on-five can deal with it.

Take five times the force as an example. One thousand eight special forces fight against 36 veterans. In street fighting, I am afraid that all special forces will be destroyed and the veterans will win. They have been able to cooperate with each other for a long time, with one look and one gesture, and can complete tactical cooperation.

If you fight a positional battle, you will still have some chance of winning. You have the advantage of the number of people. Even if you fight hard, you will eventually be a tragic victory. The premise is that these old bad guys are willing to stay in the position and fight you seriously.

As for fighting jungle wars, it may be better than fighting street wars. A five-to-one military equipment that can destroy 60 veterans is already a victory.

After measuring each other, Su Mulong was chilling for a moment. Who would dare to say that these old ghosts were reserves and they combined for more than one division? Why was the country willing to give up this point of power? Su Mulong could not understand it at all.

A big country is like a fast-moving machine, and everyone is just a trivial gear screw. The veterans Su Mulong saw were all new veterans. If Su Mulong saw them dirty and abandoned and forgotten, I wonder what he would feel.

Most of the 360 ​​veterans are from shadow troops, and some have performed overseas missions. They are all old killers who have killed people and seen blood. Whether in their mental state or combat effectiveness, they are not comparable to new recruits. In addition, they have now practiced internal skills, and their combat effectiveness is even more powerful. It is normal for such veterans to fight five new recruits.

In the blazing bonfire, 360 veterans began to change their clothes, took off their training and put on bulletproof vests, tied up magazines and sabers. Check their military boots again. A pair of good military boots is very important in the jungle, and they can handle various complex road surfaces freely.

With the equipment intact, the veterans looked like waking lions, with a hint of sharpness in their laziness, and the seemingly careless eyes flashed with a murderous intent that was colder than the blade.

The dark camouflage uniform was covered outside the bulletproof vest, and the veterans began to disguise. The journey to Nanyue was mostly jungle and mountainous, with unknown dangers inside, and there might be invisible enemies. It is absolutely right to be suspicious and careful, and it is absolutely right to prepare more.

Looking at the neatly armed veterans and feeling the high fighting spirit on them, Su Mulong felt a little expectation in his heart, and he wanted to be one of them.

After everyone is ready, we start to distribute individual rations and edible water. In the jungle war, we don’t cook without living, we don’t cook with fire, we don’t eat local water, we don’t eat local water. In short, everything is to reduce exposure and even choose places for excretion.

After Xuan Qi picked everything up, he pointed his head and waved to Su Mulong and said, "We're leaving."

Su Mulong looked at Xuan Qi, looking at his thrilling beard, which was almost rejuvenated, and waved his hand and said, "Go back early, I wish you a smooth task first." Looking at the veterans who got on the truck one by one, Su Mulong put his hand beside his mouth, trying to yell, but was afraid of leaking the secret, so he finally shouted in a low voice: "You all want to come back, I'll invite you to drink."

The rumbling wheels were mobilized and headed towards the border line. This would be a killing alone. Looking at the wheels away, Su Mulong secretly regretted it again. If he had known it was them, he would have given more than 30% of the weapons. There would be no logistics supply to stay away from the motherland. Are those guns and bullets enough?

People are such contradictory creatures. At first, they were afraid of giving more, but now they were worried about giving less. Unfortunately, everything was decided. As the wheels moved, nothing could be changed.

The bumpy mountain roads are still rugged, with many jungles, mountains, and humid and stuffy climates that are easy to breed mosquitoes, rats and ants. Therefore, if you want to fight in such an environment, you must first adapt to this climate.

Fortunately, the veterans come from multiple parts and have rich experience. They have experience in performing missions in tropical rainforests, and some have directly visited the jungles of Nanyue. Therefore, there is no big problem with environmental adaptation.

The vehicle passed the bumpy road and stopped on the border around 10 o'clock in the evening. Looking forward, you could see the sentries patrolling in China. Looking forward, you could see the sentries in Nanyue.

In the jungle next to the outpost, there is a temporary camp where Xuan Qi and others will rest until four in the morning, and then when the human body is most tired, they will sneak into the Nanyue jungle and head towards the target.

The veterans who were armed with guns and ammunition were as quick as cheetahs, jumping out of the car one by one and quietly hiding in the jungle. The veterans who entered the state of fighting had their eyes shining with cold light and were splashing murderous aura all over their bodies.

Deep in the jungle, a tent had been set up. In the dark tent, there were about 30 veterans squeezed in total. Xuan Qi was surrounded in the middle. He held a small projector in his hand and projected the image onto the top of the tent. Xuan Qi held a small laser light and aimed at the north-south mountains on the dome. He lowered his voice and said, "According to the battlefield discipline, I can tell you now that the goal of this operation is here."

The small laser light stayed in the rain forest next to the mountain range, where there was a huge elephant head. Xuan Qi whispered: "Our goal this time is to destroy the giant elephant mercenary group."

"Giant Elephant Mercenary Group" Xiaochun whispered: "They are the largest mercenary group in Nanyue. The foot of Xiangtou Mountain is full of their training camps, with at least 5,000 soldiers. They not only carry out overseas missions, but also collude with the three generals of the largest power in Nanyue. Is our number too small?"

"It's a lot." Beard said to Xiaochun: "Give us so many guns, how many times will our combat effectiveness be increased? It's enough to fight the small Giant Elephant Mercenary Group."

For the sake of battlefield discipline, Xuan Qi did not explain why he attacked the Giant Elephant Mercenary Group, and this is also the most important point. No matter what he does, he must be famous for his masters. If he wiped out just because he disliked them, it would be a bit unreasonable.

Xuan Qi prepared first-hand information and began to play one by one. Why did the Giant Elephant Mercenary Group dare to go deep into the hinterland of China? Who gave them such courage? It took only a day for freezing. After searching by China's careful intelligence departments, the intelligence collection of the Giant Elephant Mercenary Group was soon completed.

These intelligences were played one by one, and the intuitive pictures made everyone tremble in anger. I didn’t expect that the tragedies that occurred on the border in recent years were actually related to the Giant Elephant Mercenary Group. In addition, this tragedy that occurred in the capital, the Giant Elephant Mercenary Group has become a cancer that must be eradicated.

Looking at the veterans whose eyes were red and whose qi and blood were filled with their chests, Xuan Qi whispered: "They are just helping the beasts, and they will slap them all to death." Xuan Qi slapped the table with his hand: "Make a combat plan and kill all these miscellaneous people."

"Yes" Beard and others stood up, saluted Xuan Qi, and then planned what kind of combat plan to formulate. The dark night was hazy, the cold moon was hanging high, and in the cold night wind, in the tent in the woods, a sequential murderous intent condensed.

Xuan Qi stood outside the tent, looking at the black jungle and the strange trees in front of him, Xuan Qi sighed for no reason and tapped his fingers in the middle of his eyebrows.

"Is it annoying?" The old man was understanding and chatted with Xuan Qi with a smile: "Do you think there are too many trivial matters and too little time for him to really belong to him, and he seems to be living for others?"

"Yes" Xuan Qi found a place to be leeward and sat cross-legged on Wuxin Xiangtian: "I have now transformed into true qi. After destroying the Giant Elephant Mercenary Group, I want to go back to Hunan, I miss home."

After all, Xuan Qi is just a child. The so many things he has experienced these days have long made him exhausted. If he had not had the goal of prolonging his life for Xuan Qing and his life, Xuan Qi would have been lost in his random thoughts. The requiem jade in his chest emits a cold aura, which immediately shocked Xuan Qi's listless spirit.

The old man whispered: "This is also a kind of experience for you and a kind of tempering. If you want to become an immortal, you must have such a process. Only when you have great responsibility on your shoulders will you gain more than others."

After hearing the old chariot say this, Xuan Qi slowly closed his eyes and regulating his breath with his legs crossed his legs for a moment. A milky white breath floated above his head, and the white breath gradually filled Xuan Qi. In the howling night wind, Xuan Qi seemed to have turned into a big cocoon.

The cold wind blew, and there were dense jungles at the foot of the Elephant Head Mountain three hundred miles away. The green mountain trembled in the darkness. Looking from a distance, it looked like the head of an elephant. Three streams flowed down from the top of the mountain, one short and two long. From a distance, it looked like two long fangs of an elephant, and the one in the middle was a nose.

There is a wooden village below Xiangtou Mountain, where the headquarters of the Giant Elephant Mercenary Group is located. The entire Mu Village is in chaos. There is a dirty tent inside the fence wall of the Mu Village. In the dark night, the cold wind whistles and blew in the tent.

There was originally a group of bandits gathered on Xiangtou Mountain. Later, the military wiped out the bandits and regarded it as a military base. Later, a coup was staged in a small country, and wars continued for years. Over time, the barracks in Xiangtou Mountain also became bandit nests. Over time, they became related to several generals. The bandit nests transformed into Giant Elephant Mercenary Camps.

The battle oil lamp was lit in the black tent, the old general was holding a cigar in his mouth, and a man with a scorpion tattooed on his face sat opposite him, and the old general asked, "Old Master, why do I always feel restless? It seems that some bad luck is coming."

The young man smiled and didn't smile. The scorpion on his face seemed to come alive, and he showed three points of ruthlessness. Then the mage said in a sharp and changing voice: "Doom is coming, and this place will become a dead place. The enemy comes from the East. Have you provoked people you shouldn't provoke?"

Hearing the mage say this, the veteran general fought a cold war. In the wilderness, especially in the underdeveloped areas, the mage who mastered the mystery of mysterious arts symbolizes authoritative science. Now even he says he has bad luck and becomes dead, which makes the veteran general feel nervous.
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