In the jungle, two commandos were retreating rapidly.

Just after fighting the tank, the female soldiers of the 707 were surging in their fighting spirit, and they couldn't help but want to compete with Huofeng.

But Park Minlan found that Zhang Lu was carrying Huofeng     huang, and his speed was very fast. Why could they only chase after 707 and could not surpass them at all.

And they dare not surpass it.

Park Minlan raised her eyebrows and rushed to the vicinity of the female soldier. She asked in surprise: "Are you not afraid of encountering enemies at such a fast speed? The forest is full of enemies!"

Ye Cunxin turned around and patted her chest and smiled: "Don't worry, you can fight tanks, we are lucky and we will not encounter enemies."

Ye Cunxin's confidence is due to her confidence in Zhang Lu's ability to take advantage of the situation. They came through the enemy's nose.

Moreover, Zhang Lu, a bian    tai, doesn’t use his eyes to see, but listens with his ears.

Ye Cunxin smiled very brightly!

Park Minlan was stunned and promised not to encounter an enemy. Is this guaranteed? However, the confidence of the enemy in front of her killed made her fall into deep thought.

A female soldier whispered, "Captain, I feel it's not reliable. Do you really want to follow them?"

Park Minlan pondered for a moment, looked at Zhang Lu's back and said, "He saved me, and those biochemical people from Bian                                               

Since the captain said so, the female soldiers could only follow him. After all, Zhang Lu's strength is indeed terrible. They have all seen Zhang Lu fight with Biochemical Man.

But I was still a little worried.

Running so fast, as long as there are enemies nearby, it is difficult not to find them.

The strange result is that there is no enemy encountered.

"Huofeng    huang's luck is not bad, right?"

Park Minlan looked at the 707 female soldier and shook her head and said, "No luck, this is strength!"

The 707 female soldiers looked at the Huofeng in front of us. They all secretly admired each other. They joined forces with Olmerd before, but they didn't know how many enemies they encountered.

In order to avoid the enemy, I also got into the swamp, and the smell almost fainted.

The female soldiers, as if there were no enemies around, marched like this, and I don’t know how they were sure that there were no enemies around them!

Just after Zhang Lu and others left, a team of special forces with oil paint on their faces appeared and were checking the location where Park Minlan was lurking before she left.

Judging the approximate number of enemies when they leave by the degree and direction of the grass being pushed down.

A Westerner two meters tall, wearing sunglasses and bearded, touched the weeds that were crushed and said, "The enemy who killed the tank is a master, and he is very experienced and leaves no traces."

"If the grass returns to its original form in a minute, we don't even know where they are lurking."

"Continue to search, such an interesting opponent cannot be let go."

"Yes, captain."

The group scattered and observed the ground confidently. These remaining traces will become the basis for them to judge the enemy's direction.

A young special forces soldier with a golden beard on his chin discovered a thin line, which was very professional. Following the thin line, he found a landmine.

"Good guy, it's really a landmine. This commando is really professional."

The special forces soldier used a bi     shou to cut off the thin line, and without thinking, he reached out and pulled out the mine.

Just the moment he pulled up.

Boom!

"Look down!"

The bearded man saw his companion pulling up the mine, and his arms were filled with goose bumps.

This is the sense of crisis he cultivated on the battlefield. As long as he faces extreme threats, he will inexplicably feel a sense of coldness.

Push the others away and quickly lie on the ground.

But even so, two special forces were killed on the spot, with blue smoke emerging from their bodies.

"Damn it!" The special forces of the two soldiers were extremely angry and smashed their fists to the ground.

The bearded man, who was two meters tall, suddenly stood up, and looked like a brown bear from a distance. At this moment, he roared: "You dare to plot against our desert falcon!"

"Chasing me, I want these people to stay here!"

This team is the commando under Rommel, who even Rosquez is very fond of.

The captain is this bearded man, code-named Falcon.

This team is different from other teams. There are no young and handsome guys. They are all bearded uncles, and their average age is around 30 years old.

In fact, the reason is related to combat ability. Special operations do not just have superb shooting skills, excellent observation skills and good physical fitness. They also require strong psychological qualities, battlefield adaptability, combat experience, etc.

Young soldiers must be much better than uncles in physical fitness, but in terms of psychological maturity, uncles are better. The so-called "the older they are, the more demons they are" and "the older they are, the more they are, the more they are," is what they say.

On the real battlefield, there is no sloppyness. If you do unexpected things impulsively because of your youth and vitality, this will affect the layout of the battlefield as a whole. The calm uncle soldiers rarely encounter this situation. They are like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to give the enemy a fatal blow.

Therefore, veterans with excellent skills, extensive knowledge, calm personality, command and coordinate strategic ability, strong resistance to stress and rich combat experience are the most powerful soldiers in the special forces. Younger soldiers entering the special forces in the West are just rookies in simple terms.

This experienced veteran team has a brilliant record.

They once beheaded the enemy's major general commander during an exercise of tens of thousands of people.

On the Somali battlefield, the powerful M country sent elite special forces, the 75th Infantry Regiment of the Army's special forces, which is the famous "Rankers"; the sixth team of the Navy's "Seals"; and the Delta Force, which is known as the "Ace of the Ace".

However, the elite of M country failed to survive on the battlefield of Somali and fell into a life-and-death scene surrounded by the enemy.

The desert falcon, which was performing a mission nearby, raided Somali and rescued the trapped elite M country.

This is no decrypted information during the Black Hawk's Down, and only a few countries know the truth.

That's right, this desert falcon is a mysterious special forces that have never been exposed to the public's view, lurking in the dark, without flowers and applause.

The group of people falcons in the desert, flew across the jungle at a low altitude and quickly chased Zhang Lu and others. The direction they were chasing was exactly the same as Zhang Lu and the others, as if they were precisely positioned.

At this moment, everyone in the forest also heard the sound of bao     zha, and looked back and looked in the direction that bao     zha came.

Park Minlan was surprised. She and her female soldiers did not lay landmines and looked at Zhang Lu in confusion.

"When you picked up the shell, I buried it casually. Someone must have been secretly injured." Zhang Lu said with a faint smile.

Park Minlan and her 707 female soldier looked at Zhang Lu in a burning manner, and the reverence in her pupils became even stronger.
Chapter completed!