To this end, he has mobilized nearly one-third of the entire force in Afghanistan and launched an attack operation code-named "Forest Python" to attack the Ten Rings base.

The 2nd Battalion, 160th Aviation Combat Regiment, the 87th Infantry Regiment, 1st Brigade, 10th Mountain Division, the 187th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Brigade, 101st Airborne Division, as well as SEALs and Delta Force. Everyone joins this massive action.

On the other hand, he also tried to contact Ten Rings to start negotiations through some well-connected people in the Afghan government.

"General, Captain Michael Murphy of SEAL Team 10 has discovered a base in Ten Rings."

The adjutant passed along the findings from the SEAL team.

"But the base seems to have been attacked, and all the Ten Rings members inside were killed."

The video data shot by the "220" SEAL team members was quickly transmitted to the theater command headquarters through the theater command and control system. The person who shot the video was obviously in a state of shock, causing the video to be a little shaky, but it was still enough to clearly see the scene in the base.

Corpses fell to the ground. They appeared to have been attacked during lunch, while broth was still simmering in the campfire. There were very few bullet casings in the battlefield, and it seemed that the armed men of Ten Rings were dispatched before they could fire a few shots. Some people even threw away their weapons and chose to surrender.

But the attacker showed no mercy and killed everyone cleanly.

"The attackers used cold weapons, similar to flying darts, and there was no trace of the use of firearms.

Michael Murphy has scouted the battlefield in detail.

"Who could have done it?"

Everyone in the headquarters was talking about it.

"We have been launching frequent attacks on Ten Rings recently. It is impossible for them not to be vigilant. The attackers obviously have an overwhelming advantage."

The relationship between the U.S. military in Afghanistan and Ten Rings is actually quite ambiguous. Both sides share common enemies and often cooperate to jointly attack the Taliban. The U.S. military will even send personnel to train Ten Rings armed personnel. Therefore they are very familiar with the armed forces of the Ten Rings.

Someone who can destroy a Ten Rings base like a stone is definitely not an easy person.

John Scott's face was very solemn.

"Perhaps it was the Eastern warriors who did it."

He told the worst possible scenario. Compared to the very rigid relationship between the U.S. government and Mutant, the Eastern government completely controls the power of the warriors.

Those warriors possess the power of Qi, and the best among them can easily defeat one against a hundred. Fire Cloud Evil God had a blood feud with them, so it was not surprising that he chose this time to cause trouble for him.

"Intensify the search efforts, and we must not let Tokon Starkti fall into the hands of those oriental people. Otherwise, everyone will wait to go to Alaska to grow ugly beans."

Tony Stark's value is far beyond his status as chairman of Stark Industries. As a talented engineer, one-third of the weapons currently in service in the US military are produced by Stark Industries, one-quarter of the weapons are participated in the development by him, and one-tenth of the weapons are directly developed by him.

If such a key figure falls into the hands of the Easterners, they will instantly take huge amounts of advantage in the confrontation. It would be very troublesome just to have the performance parameters of those weapons leaked. Who knows if Tony Stark will set up a secret door in the weapon system.

What's worse is that Tony Stark directly committed treason and researched weapons for the Easterners.

At the moment, Broly was sleeping rough in the wilderness of Afghanistan. He sat cross-legged in the middle of a dry river and lit a bonfire.

Looking up, there is a pale yellow, desolate mountain range like a dragon's spine, rising and falling, rugged and steep, magnificent and magnificent under the sunlight.

This is a restricted area of ​​life, surrounded by desolation, no human habitation, no houses.

During the second war in Afghanistan more than 30 years ago, the Russians buried more than 10 million landmines here. When they evacuated, they buried another three million landmines. Often herders are killed or disabled after accidentally stepping on landmines, and gradually they no longer dare to come here to graze.

Broly boiled a pot of water, then took off the bat armor and mask, covering it with a cloak. He broke the neck of a brown bear and threw it aside.

Landmines drove away humans, but allowed wild animals to flourish rapidly in the entire Panjwai region... This brown bear has abundant food sources and has become fat and strong.

Berries from the bushes, insects, fish, and even wolves and snow leopards are all part of its diet.

Broly took out a bat flying darts, skinned the brown bear cleanly, strung the dismembered meat pieces on the branches, and roasted them on the bonfire.

"Come out."

He threw away the bearskin in his hand, sat down on the ground, and adjusted the heat. The bear meat on the branches made an attractive sizzling sound, and rich fat exploded on the surface of the meat.

A young man with a knife on his back walked out of the corner of the river with some embarrassment.

"canyoeakchese?"

He asked in halting English. At the moment, Broly still looked like Bruce Wayne.

"Can."

Broly said, throwing a skewer of grilled meat over.

"My name is Nie Zheng."

Nie Zheng took the barbecue and took a bite. He was almost choked by the anger of the barbecue. He was a gentle man, but he was too embarrassed to spit it out in front of Broly, so he could only swallow it with a blue face.

It's just that I don't want to eat the remaining meat no matter what, so I hold it in my hand awkwardly.

"Your knife is very good."

Broly picked up a bunch of meat, put it all into his mouth, and chewed it.

"This is the sword passed down from ancestors in version 1.0, called the Snow Drinking Sword."

When Nie Zheng saw Broly's wild eating look, the anger he had suppressed surged up again. He quickly opened the kettle and took a big gulp to suppress the taste.

"Can you lend it to me to take a look at?"

Nie Zheng took off the long knife and handed it to Broly.

"Why not."

He practiced the Bing Xin Jue passed down from his family and could observe people with his mind, otherwise he would not have walked out after being shouted at.

Broly unbuckled the scabbard and drew the knife. The long knife was very heavy, and as soon as it was unsheathed, it exuded a frightening cold air. The originally blazing bonfire suddenly shrank in intensity, and white mist and frost began to condense in the river valley, as if winter had arrived early.

"Good knife."

He put the knife back into its sheath and gave it back to Xia Zheng.

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