In a mountain forest less than 100 meters away from the highway, there are seven people wearing camouflage uniforms and face masks, the colorful colors of camouflage uniforms blend in with the surrounding green trees, and it is difficult to find them from the road.

Everyone was holding an AK47 assault rifle, an RPG bazooka was placed next to them, and the person at the front was holding something that looked like a remote control.

Needless to say, this is the terrorists of Bo'an Haram, who are preparing to ambush the convoy.

All the terrorists' eyes were fixed on the road below, not even blinking.

"Uzi, why is it a military vehicle again, did they find something?" Someone whispered.

"No, they're just scared by the fools of the Alliance for Salvation, that's why they're so cautious. Didn't you hear the news from the people in front of you just now, even if they encountered a vehicle on the road, they had to stop and check it carefully before letting it go. The man with the remote control said, his voice as low as his companion's.

If the Qianlong team members heard their conversation, they would know that among the cars encountered by the convoy on the road, there were terrorist eyeliners.

"The waste of the National Salvation Alliance Army was actually wiped out, if I didn't know, I would think that the National Salvation Alliance Army was ambushed."

"When will the 102nd regiment's waste be able to fight like this, could it be that those Huaxia security guards did it? After all, Kaza was killed by them. ”

"Yes and what? We don't fight them head-on, and when their convoy passes by, just press this detonator," Uzi shook the remote control in his hand, "no matter how strong the combat power is, we will go to hell!" ”

"Then you can avenge Kaza! Then the Zaghawa army will defend the power plants with all their might, and we can ......"

"Don't say it," Uzi interrupted the man, "eyes widen to let one run away!" ”

Silence returned to the woods, save for the rustle of the branches of the wind and the terrorists turned their eyes back to the road below.

Unbeknownst to them, four figures were slowly approaching them amid the clatter of the leaves.

The four Dewey had already seen the terrorists, but they did not immediately launch a surprise attack, but were very cautious with every step, and the grass and fallen leaves in the forest made their footsteps almost non-existent.

Fifty or sixty meters away from the terrorists, Dewey raised his left hand again with a clenched fist, and all four of them stood still.

He stretched out his hand to the mule and the second mule, and then to the left and right.

The two immediately separated and touched the sides, while Dewey and the chicken thief hid behind a tree and watched them separately.

The two mules sneaked up to the left and right flanks of the terrorists, stood against the trees, and made an OK gesture to Dewey in unison.

There are no other enemies, ready for battle.

Dewey stretched out the muzzle of his gun from behind the tree, raised his left hand high, and counted silently in his heart: one, two, three!

His hand swung downward, and almost simultaneously all four leaped out from behind the tree, spear raised, and fired at the terrorists.

Good tacit understanding, no need to communicate in words, everyone knows who they are aiming for.

Sudden gunshots rang out in the woods.

The terrorists were not slow to react, and when they heard the gunshots, they did not jump up immediately, but quickly rolled away.

However, the four targeted terrorists did not escape the catastrophe.

Their reactions are not indefensive, but no matter how fast a person is, he can't be faster than a bullet, not to mention the bullet shot by the hidden dragon, almost chasing them, making a little bit of blood bloom on their bodies.

It's a pity that these four unlucky guys didn't buy their teammates much time.

Dewey and the mules had the best marksmanship, quickly shifting the muzzle of the gun after hitting the target.

The other two terrorists were just one step away from hiding behind a tree, but this one resulted in them being shot one after the other, but luckily they didn't hit the vital point.

Just when they thought they were going to die, suddenly a dense burst of gunfire rang out, but it was Uzi, who managed to dodge the attack, hid behind a tree and began to return fire.

He didn't have any target, he was shooting indiscriminately, but in close quarters, this method was undoubtedly the most effective.

In order to avoid being shot by a stray bullet, Dewey and the four had to shrink behind a tree, which allowed the two terrorists to escape.

"Hide, shoot back!" Uzi shouted as he strafed.

The two wounded terrorists hurriedly endured the pain and climbed behind the nearby tree, stretched their guns behind the tree like Uzi, and fired desperately.

"Uzi, you go quickly, leave us alone!"

"Yes, Uzi, you go quickly, remember to avenge us!"

Terrorists are also human beings, and they also have comradeship, knowing that this attack is doomed, the two wounded terrorists took the initiative to take on the task of breaking off, leaving the hope of life to Uzi.

I believe that Uzi will definitely be very moved, and he will definitely take care of our family when he goes back.

The same thought came to the minds of the two terrorists, but they did not hear Uzi reply.

What's going on?

Did Uzi get shot?

The two of them hurriedly glanced back, and saw that Uzi was no longer in the same place, and was spreading his thighs and speeding through the woods.

From the distance he ran, it was clear that Uzi definitely didn't start running when he heard their shouts, but had slipped away when they started to fight back.

How so?

What about the comradeship?

According to the plot in the movie, shouldn't you repeatedly push back and shout a few times to die together?

Uzi, how could you abandon us so ruthlessly?

Before they could figure out the answer, the two mules on the left suddenly flashed out and pulled the trigger continuously, killing the two terrorists who were still struggling with the gap between movies and reality.

"Chase!"

Dewey shouted and took the lead in chasing Uzi, who was fleeing.

Uzi ran for his life in front, pinning all his hopes on those two affectionate comrades.

As long as they can stop him for five minutes, he can escape into the depths of the mountain forest, with the dense primeval jungle as cover, trying to capture him is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But he didn't expect it, and he ran two or three hundred meters away, and the gunfire behind him suddenly disappeared, and bullets flew from behind him.

Uzi immediately hid behind a tree, looked back, and saw four Chinese people chasing after him from afar, so angry that he cursed.

"Idiot! Rubbish! I can't even hold on for five minutes! ”

He didn't know who he was up against, otherwise Uzi would never have said such a thing.

Never get caught!

Uzi knew very well in his heart that if he was arrested, the best outcome for him would be to spend the rest of his life in prison.

He stuck his gun out of the back of the tree again, fired a few quick shots, and continued to run forward.

The four Dewey men were in hot pursuit, and more than once they shot at Uzi.

But the mountains and forests here are too dense, and Uzi is so good at escaping that there is no pattern in changing routes, and several shots have failed to hit him.

"Separate surrounding!"

Dewey immediately made a decision, turned to the right, and the mule also turned to the left, and the four of them divided into three ways to chase Uzi.

With the help of the shelter of the woods, Uzi ran seven or eight hundred meters away, and felt like his body had been hollowed out.

I have never been so tired, even if it is a five-kilometer armed off-road, it is far less physically demanding than it is now.

"Now, the Huaxia people shouldn't be able to catch up, right?"

Uzi ducked behind a tree, gasping for air, poking his head out to look behind him.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be shocked when you see it.

There were two Huaxia people behind him, less than two hundred meters away from him.

"Damn it!"

Uzi cursed hatefully.

He couldn't figure out why these Chinese people could run so well, didn't it be said on the Internet that the physique of Chinese people was far inferior to that of black people, and they were not suitable for track and field?

Uzi stuck his gun out behind a tree and aimed it at Dewey at the front.

Bang!

Shots rang out, but the bullets didn't come from Uzi, they were hitting the trunk of a tree next to his face, almost piercing his head.

The shot just now was fired by the second mule.

Although 200 meters was within the range, due to the limitation of vision, the two mules failed to accurately hit the target.

"Damn! If it had come closer, this shot would have missed the mark! The second mule cursed hatefully.

Even this frightened Uzi so much that he didn't bother to aim, swept a shot quickly, and then quickly retracted and continued to run forward.

Even the second mule failed to hit the target, not to mention the pure firepower suppressed by Uzi, all the bullets missed, and the second mule and the chicken thief were safe and sound.

The chicken thief continued to pursue, but the second mule did not continue the pursuit, and once again picked up the assault rifle in his hand and slipped Uzi's body into the crosshair.

Bang!

Gunfire rang out again.

Uzi, who had fled in front, had a bloody flower blooming on his left leg, stumbling under his feet, and fell to the ground.

Uzi endured the pain, dragged his injured leg to the back of the tree, changed to a new magazine, and leaned against the trunk of the tree with the gun, listening carefully to the footsteps coming from behind.

"Fight with them, even if I die today, I will have to pull two cushions!"

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and they were already within a hundred meters, and Uzi was still waiting quietly with his eyes closed.

He had to wait until the best time to strike, only then could he kill the pursuers behind him and escape.

When the sound was about fifty meters away, Uzi's closed eyes snapped open, and he suddenly flashed out from behind the tree.

The first time, he found the target, and then quickly pointed the muzzle of the gun at it.

At a distance of fifty meters, Uzi believed that he would be able to hit.

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly rang out from the right side, and then Uzi felt that his right hand was unconscious, and then a sharp pain hit, and the rifle that was about to pull the trigger was thrown off the side.

Uzi looked to the right in shock, and saw that about a hundred meters away, there was a handsome-looking Chinese man standing with the gun in his hand that had not yet been put down.

"When did he get here?"

Uzi stretched out his left hand and tried to grab the gun and continue the fight, but Dewey didn't give him a chance and pulled the trigger again.

"Ahh

Uzi screamed and injured his left arm again.

He lay limply on the ground, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, until a muzzle of a gun pressed against his head.