Prasad stood on a messy battlefield and looked around. After a fierce battle, Timur's team retreated in disgrace, leaving only a few bloody corpses and more than a dozen carriages on the snow. Although Timur's main force escaped on horseback, he was forced to discard all his tents and supplies, which could be said to have suffered heavy losses.

On the other hand, the Gurkha mercenaries lost several snowmobile bikes, one mercenary was shot dead, three seriously injured, and several slightly injured. Overall, they exchanged a huge victory for a low price.

The Gurkha mercenaries lined up the bodies of several Mongolians, and Prasad squatted and checked carefully. The dead people were all small characters, and the main targets on the list were not included.

While Prasad was carefully identifying the identity of the deceased, a mercenary rushed over, "Report to the colonel, someone wants to see you!"

Prasad frowned. Needless to say, he had already expected who the person to come. In this desolate place, there were only shadow warriors who knew his name in addition to his mercenaries.

Speaking of which, this is the first time he met with a Shadow Warrior. He had always been in a remote contact on the encrypted network before. Although Shadow Warriors were also involved in this ambush, Prasad did not know their location from beginning to end. The whereabouts of Shadow Warriors were completely confidential to him, and Prasad didn't even know how many people there were on the other side.

It was not until the sniper fired that Prasad realized their existence.

"Col. It's such a big show. It's not easy to see you myself, right?" A man of medium size walked straight towards him regardless of the guard's obstruction.

Prasad waved his hand and signaled the guards to retreat.

"Col. I'm an antelope."

Jing Wumeng walked to Prasad and directly reported his action code. There was no expression on his cold face, but his two tiny eyes emitted a terrifying look.

Prasad was stunned, then greeted with a smile on his face, "Long-lasting, long-lasting, masters are indeed extraordinary. If you hadn't helped you, we would not be able to conquer it for a while..."

"Why change the plan? Why don't you wait for them to enter the ambush circle before taking action?" Jing Wumeng interrupted him without hesitation and asked in a stern tone.

Prasad coughed awkwardly: "The plan must be changed according to the situation. The other party is reluctant to come in on the outside, which means they have doubts. If I don't take the initiative, they may be leaving directly."

Jing Wumeng snorted coldly and continued to ask: "Kei Ye Chong is already injured, why did your mercenary stop shooting? He actually let him slip away under your nose!"

"I want to capture him alive. Who would have expected that he would run away on a snowmobile after being injured... I thought you would block him..." Looking at the aggressive Jing Wumeng, Prasad explained in a gentle tone.

Jing Wu stepped forward and his nose almost touched Prasad's face, "I heard that the general manager Prasad under Wang Yangming is a general and a talented man. I didn't expect that it would be better to meet him than to be famous. He is really a fool!"

Prasad's face suddenly became very ugly. Even if he was well-educated, he would be a little uncomfortable when he was scolded by someone.

The adjutant standing next to Prasad couldn't stand it anymore and opened his mouth and said, "What are you? Why are you pointing fingers here? Is it necessary for us Gurkha cavalry to do things?"

The adjutant said and also pressed it on, holding the hilt of the dog-legged scimitar tightly with his right hand.

Jing Wumeng looked him up and down with disdain: "Who has the crotch of his pants exposed you? Is it your turn to interrupt when I talk to your master?"

"Clean your mouth! Don't think you are Professor Zhang's person and I dare not do anything to you!" The adjutant said angrily. With a scimitar, he let out a dog-legged scimitar.

"Haha!" Jing Wumeng laughed to the sky, took a step back and said, "What? Do you still want to do it?"

While Jing Wuming was talking, his eyes looked at Prasad with contempt.

Prasad turned his head silently and looked elsewhere. He hoped that the adjutant could teach this rude shadow warrior a lesson. This guy came up and scolded him, which was so arrogant. Who the fuck is the leader!?

Seeing that his behavior was acquiesced, the adjutant pointed at Jing Wu's nose with the dog-legged scimitar in his hand and said, "Get out of the way, everyone does their own things. What do we do, and you don't need to interfere."

Seeing the tension here, the other mercenaries slowly gathered around.

Jing Wumeng touched his chin and nodded, "Well, are you too many?... Why don't you do this? How about I slaughtering you one by one? Anyway, you are also a group of useless waste!"

The adjutant glared and stepped forward and shouted, "Say it again!"

Jing Wumeng raised his finger and bounced into the air. Everyone didn't understand what he was going to do. With a "swoosh", the adjutant's right arm suddenly exploded from his elbow, and half of the arm holding the dog-leg scimitar flew out with blood.

The adjutant looked down and saw only half of his arms left. He was stunned for a second before he reacted, holding his broken arm and shouting angrily.

Seeing this, the other Gurkha mercenaries raised their guns at Jing Wumeng, and waited for Prasad to beat him into a hornet's nest.

Jing Wumeng smiled and suddenly flashed like a ghost. Everyone's eyes blinked, and Jing Wumeng didn't know how to stand behind Prasad.

"Stop! Put down your weapons!" Prasad shouted!

When the adjutant's arm was knocked away just now, he had already seen the air waves emitted by the sniper rifle in the distance. In a moment, the shadow warrior in front of him had some strange body movements around him, and he didn't react at all. Prasad felt that a hard object was holding his back, and immediately understood that the shadow warrior had never spoken loudly. He could easily kill all these mercenaries.

"What do you want?" Prasad said calmly.

"Hehe, it's not so good. I'm just giving you a lesson and letting you understand the price of failure." Jing Wumeng said hiding behind Prasad.

Prasad was shocked, and Jing Wumeng continued, "I will give you a chance to make up for your merits. Those Mongolians lost all their food and supplies, and they couldn't run far. It's still time for you to organize people to chase them!"

Prasad said slowly: "With our current equipment, we may not be able to catch up with them - according to climate data, they fled on the edge of a blizzard, there was not enough snow there, and our snowmobile was useless, and it was likely that they would break down before they caught up."

"Oh, it seems that you are useless, at least you know how to look at the weather forecast - don't worry, I have prepared off-road vehicles in Chobashan in front, and you will immediately take your men to meet up. When I get there, I will assign you a task."

After hearing what Jing Wumeng said, Prasad was shocked. This time, this Northern Expedition of Canglang, Professor Zhang specially ordered the shadow warrior to be commanded by him. But now this guy code-named "Antelope" blatantly violated the crime and seized power.

"The temporary change of plans will disrupt all our operational deployments. Can you be responsible for the consequences?" Prasad said calmly.

"Hmph, your bullshit plan doesn't work. Now you have to follow my command, do you understand?"

"Did Professor Zhang ask you to do this?"

Jing Wumeng did not answer Prasad directly, but said sarcastically: "I have given you a chance, but it's a pity that you are useless! Let me tell me now, do you understand what I said?"

Prasad nodded: "Yes, I understand, Chobashan meets."

Jing Wu relaxed his hands and walked away with a swagger. He even didn't even look at the Gurkha mercenaries next to him.

Prasad knew in his heart that the snipers in the distance were aiming at them, and anyone who acted rashly would bring about a disaster.

Watching the figure of "Antelope" disappearing in the distance, Prasad glanced at the stunned mercenaries and said coldly: "Cleaning the battlefield, bringing the wounded, we go to Chobashan."

...

On the desolate Gobi Desert, a strange horse team was slowly moving, these people were ragged and tired. The leading old man was holding a teenager in his arms - they were Timur and others who escaped from the encirclement.

In order to avoid the pursuit, they ran for a day and a night without any rest. They were already exhausted and exhausted until now.

At this time, a war horse suddenly neighed and knelt on the ground. The horse owner pulled the reins hard. The war horse struggled hard for a few times but still couldn't stand up. He had to lie on the ground and panted, and a stream of white foam appeared from his mouth and nose.

One of its forelegs was stuck in the crack of the rock, and its shin had broken. The owner of the horse looked at its injuries carefully, shook his head helplessly, whispered a few times, and shot it at its head.

The people around him watched this scene silently, and no one spoke. The broken-legged war horse has lost its ability to survive on the grassland. It is a kind of kindness to end its life in this way.

Naya rushed up from behind the team and said to Timur: "Bad, Brother Chong and the others have not caught up yet. Should we go back and find them?"

Timur shook his head and finally escaped. Looking back now is like committing suicide.

"Babe, will Brother Chong and others..." Naya asked worriedly.

Timur comforted her and said, "No, A Chong is the chosen one, he will not be killed so easily."

"But we have escaped for two days, why haven't they caught up and met us yet?"

"Maybe they have led the enemy to another place. A Chong is very alert and he will not be in trouble."

Naya was about to speak, when Timur suddenly interrupted her: "Shh, what's the sound?"

Naya listened intently for a while, and suddenly her face changed: "The sound of the engine! It's an off-road vehicle!"

Before he finished speaking, two mountain off-road vehicles rushed out from behind the mountain with a roar, one on the left and one on the right to double-team the team.

"Prepare for the fight!" Timur turned around and shouted to everyone.

"Dadada" The people on the off-road vehicle fired the first shot. Several war horses were shot and fell down with neighing. The riders dismounted and formed a circle near Timur to raise their guns to fight back.

However, the opponent occupied the favorable terrain and the weapons were much better than theirs. After a while, firepower was formed, and dense bullets could not lift their heads.

Seeing the tribesmen around him falling down and the wounded war horses roaring, a feeling of despair appeared on Timur's face.

Is the Canglang clan going to perish here?
Chapter completed!