Panther Commando

Bassoon, the captain of the Black Hawk Squad, glanced coldly at the terrorists around him, and quickly pondered the countermeasures at this time: It is obvious that he can't run far with these terrorists now, and these people, regardless of their combat quality and physical quality, can't compete with them. behind these well-trained SWAT.

Moreover, the goal of escaping with this group of terrorists is too big. Once they are caught up by their opponents, it is a problem whether they can escape. Therefore, taking them with them will not only not enhance the combat effectiveness, but will also drag down a few of them. The best way to get out of this country now is to get rid of this group of terrorists as soon as possible, and take advantage of the favorable terrain in the mountains to get out of this country with two Black Hawk team members.

After thinking about the relationship, he immediately turned his head to face these terrorists and asked, "Who is your head?" The eyes of more than a dozen people on the other side turned to a man in his 40s who was panting on the rocks. old people.

Bassong gave the other party a gloomy look, then bent down and stood up, pulled him aside, and asked in a low voice, "What's your name?" The man replied, "My name is Sulaiman," but he was wondering: Are they not from our group? If they were organized by themselves, the superior should inform him of his name.

He is not a high-ranking terrorist organization. He doesn't know who these people are escorting the arms. He always thought that they belonged to their terrorist gang. Just when he saw the appearance of the other people, they were no different from most Chinese people. People who organize themselves locally. But now when I hear the accent, it doesn't seem to be Chinese.

He was wondering in his heart, and the other party continued: "My name is Basong, and I'm in charge of escorting the arms on this road. Come with me." Then he walked to a tree next to him.

Sulaiman hurriedly followed, and Basong stood under the tree and said in a low voice: "You can see the situation clearly now, the pursuers behind us are chasing after us, and our combat power is simply unable to compete with our opponents. I suggest to split up immediately, cover up to disperse the pursuers, and we have a better chance of escaping. In addition, we have handed over the fire to you, and the task has been completed, so let's part ways here."

The other party was stunned when he heard his words. He did not expect that these few escorts with rich combat experience would be separated from them at this critical juncture. He hurriedly shook his head and said, "The chasing soldiers are biting too hard behind us. It's safer for us to walk together. Didn't you receive an order to gather in the provincial capital?"

Bassoon stared coldly into his eyes, and suddenly understood. It turned out that this group of people regarded themselves as members of their terrorist organization. He replied coldly: "We are the mercenaries responsible for escorting the arms to you, not yours. Our mission has now been completed, and we will leave first."

He said, turned his head and shouted to the two men, "Let's go," and ran towards the mountains behind with the two men.

The dozen or so terrorists stared blankly at their sudden departure, all focused on Sulaiman, and panic expressions appeared on everyone's faces.

They know that they are just a group of rabble. Although they have undergone short-term military training by terrorist organizations, they only know how to shoot guns and some methods of creating terrorist incidents. They have never received formal military training, let alone engage in frontal combat with real guns and live ammunition with the police. . If it wasn't for the escorts who rushed to the top of the mountain bravely, they would probably have stayed on the **** just now.

Sulaiman's eyes also showed a look of fear. He hesitated as he stared at the backs of the three mercenaries leaving. Then he looked back at the mountains behind him. He saw some dark shadows on the rolling hills in the distance. After chasing here, he suddenly shouted: "Follow them, get rid of the chasing soldiers first, and then talk about it,"

He wants to get rid of the chasing soldiers with the help of the experienced combatants in front, and then turn to the surrounding big cities according to the instructions of his superiors. If there are no mercenaries in front, he really does not know how to get rid of the latter training. Well-trained armed police.

More than a dozen terrorists heard his shouts, and immediately stood up with guns, turned around and chased after the few people in front. In this vast mountain, they are unfamiliar with each other. If there are not a few brave people in front of them, everyone's heart is really empty.

The three of Bassong were running fast for a distance in the mountains in front, and when they looked back, they saw a group of terrorists still following him from a distance. US,"

A subordinate replied: "Forty or fifty kilometers to the southeast, there is a dense virgin forest. Should we enter the forest first and get rid of them?"

There was a sneer on Ba Song's face, and he said coldly: "Entering the forest, with this group of idiots following us, we will never be able to get rid of the pursuers. Speed ​​up and get rid of this group of burdens first. Just enter the endless forest. , not to mention the dozens of police officers behind us, even a few hundred people would never want to keep us.”

His two men nodded, turned around and ran to the southeast. They also understand that in the endless dense forest, it is impossible for the group of armed police who have only undergone urban explosion-proof training to track down these mercenaries who are familiar with fighting in the mountains and forests. Even if they catch up with them, dozens of armed police will also Impossible to keep them.

Fighting in the jungle requires not only extremely strict field survival training, but also combat skills that are completely different from the urban combat environment. As long as they enter the forest, they can easily get rid of the pursuit of the police behind them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time, a group of terrorists closely chasing them in the distance, seeing the three mercenaries in front suddenly change their direction of travel, all hesitant After a moment, he also changed direction and chased after him.

The next day, Bassoon, the captain of the Black Hawk team, and his two men had been running for more than ten hours in the mountains. They climbed a 100-meter-high hill in front of them, and stood on the top of the mountain wearily and looked forward.

The scene in front of them brightened their eyes. There were big trees of different heights growing on the hillside. In the distance, there was a green forest that could not be seen at a glance.

A few people laughed, the dense forest was making a pleasant sound of forest waves, the green leaves swayed with the breeze, and there was a vibrant scene in front of them.

After more than ten hours of rapid marching, the three finally approached this revitalizing forest. As long as they enter the forest, they will completely get rid of the pursuers behind them.

The three of them stopped at the top of the mountain in unison, raised their hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads, and took a long breath of fresh air with a breath of green leaves. Several people glanced at each other with a smile, then turned around and raised the assault rifle in their hands, looking behind them through the scope on the gun.