I, the Blues, the Ghost of the Jungle

"Ambush at the junction of Heishukou and Xiaotianshan. That guy saw that I would send troops to encircle those two special teams!"

He said in his heart, and some admired the other party.

"Where are they in Jiandao Camp now, have they fought against each other?" he asked the deputy commander behind him.

The latter replied: "I have already entered the 315 area, and I have caught up with the opponent, and I have a short fight with the opponent. However, Captain Huang said that the enemy's combat effectiveness is very strong. Even a team of 11 people can easily kill it. There were more than 20 of them, and they retreated calmly."

"Trouble." Fang Leng's expression became serious.

From the very beginning, the enemy took a step that directly cost him half of his combat power, which was to surprise his army aviation regiment.

The loss of the Army Aviation Corps was a major blow to the Flying Tiger Division.

Flying tiger, flying tiger, can't fly, how to be called flying tiger?

As a result, many of Fang Leng's last tactics could not be used.

And his own sharp knife camp was also dragged into the forest by the other party, and he was equivalent to losing a right-hand man.

He thought for a while and said, "Shrink the troops immediately and retreat to the area. Withdraw the Sharp Knife Battalion, we will fight a positional battle with them."

"Yes!" After the deputy teacher heard it, he immediately went to give an order.

Fang Leng was standing under a tree, looking at the map in his hand, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Being good at surprise attacks and tactics, he forgot one point that he has an invincible advantage, and that is military strength.

He has one division, four infantry regiments, and one army aviation regiment, with about 616146923 men, exceeding the strength of a regular division.

If this division, with a strength of almost 6:1, can't beat a special operations brigade, then he doesn't need to be the division commander.

"and many more!"

However, at this time, his expression suddenly changed.

I suddenly thought of another special team of the special operations brigade, the Cheetah Special Forces.

From the beginning to the end, the special team broke away from his monitoring after entering the mountain, and has never appeared.

And... and those 8 special operations commandos, none of them showed up either.

"Master!" Fang Leng's heart immediately became serious.

The opponent's formation and tactical play made him completely unaware of any rules.

(ps: ask for flowers, ask for tickets, ask for everything.).

Chapter 76

Fang Leng is very clear that in the duel between masters, often a small detail can determine the outcome.

He looked at the surrounding mountains and felt that he was no longer safe.

Because the other side has a special team, 8 special operations commandos, there is no trace at all.

"Quick, go to the new headquarters immediately." He immediately gave the order.

Everyone, quickly ran away in the direction of the east.

The troops around him were only a battalion drawn from the Second Regiment, and a troop of a guard company.

There are probably only four or five hundred people, which is not enough for an elite commando.

Unless... he pulls the Knife Battalion back to his side.

But at this time, it is obviously not possible.

Because of his Sharp Sword Battalion, he is going through a battle of life and death.

In the dense jungle, Huang Chengming, Cao Dong and others gathered together, hiding in a very lush bush.

There were only less than 200 people left beside them.

A sharp knife battalion of 300 people lost nearly 3 people after fighting for 100 hours.

But so far, they have not killed any enemy, and even many of their people have been silently wiped their necks.

"These guys, like ghosts, come and go without a trace, what are we going to do?" Cao Bing asked.

Huang Chengming: "These guys are really strong. Now that the division commander is shrinking his troops, we should retreat quickly and meet him first."

As soon as these words came out, everyone nodded and prepared to get up and evacuate.

puff!

However, at this moment, a yellow smoke suddenly appeared from the helmet on Cao Bing's head, the laser target was activated, and he hung up.

"Fuck!" Huang Chengming, who was just about to stand up, immediately squatted back.

Cao Bing had a wry smile on his face. As an old special operator, he was killed without even seeing the opponent's face, which was indeed a bit irritating.

But he was also a little fortunate.

Fortunately, this country has more powerful soldiers than them.

The army, only by becoming stronger and stronger, can protect the people of the Xia Kingdom and prevent anyone from bullying.

"I'm done." Cao Bing smiled bitterly and sat down on a stone.

His eyes looked into the depths of the jungle.A dark shadow disappeared in a flash, and it was impossible to see clearly.

"This is really a bunch of ghosts! Yes, they are all good soldiers." His eyes were slightly red, and he had a smile on his face.

Huang Chengming quickly crawled forward, and after climbing out for more than 50 meters, he suddenly got up and quickly evacuated outside the mountain forest with a group of people.

Bang!Bang!Bang! ...

Da da da……

Gunshots rang out continuously behind him, and more than 20 people quickly chased them out.

Whether they are sniper rifles or assault rifles, they are charging forward.

The soldiers of the Swordsmen battalion fought back while retreating.

But Cao Bing saw it very clearly. Those guys who rushed out of the jungle kept running in a serpentine route on the way, and sometimes suddenly stopped or accelerated suddenly.

In short, their movement trajectories are hard to pin down.

And their speed is also very fast, nearly half faster than their people.

"Shen Bing, this is really a magical soldier. I don't know who their commander is. If I can, I really want to learn from him." Cao Bing couldn't help thinking secretly when he saw this scene.

According to the rules, he was already killed, so he could only stay where he was and not move.

Under the pursuit of the ghost of the jungle, the Swordsman Battalion finally withdrew from the forest after paying almost 30 people.

At this time, Cai Yan made a gesture and ordered the troops to stop.

It happened that they were not far from Cao Bing. When the latter saw Cai Yan, the commander, he couldn't help but ask: "Captain, take the liberty to ask, what kind of troops are you?"

Cai Yan glanced at the veteran and said, "We are... the ghosts of the jungle."

After that, he and Wang Xuexin took people and left quickly.

"Ghost in the jungle?" Cao Bing repeated, nodded and said, "He is as his name suggests."

... The exercise continued, and the sky was gradually darkening.

It has been almost two days since the exercise started.

In the past two days, the two sides can be said to have damaged each other.

However, in the headquarters of the theater, a group of bigwigs could see clearly that the loss of the Flying Tiger Division was even greater.

Because so far, the loss of the Flying Tiger Division has exceeded 5000 people, including the annihilation of the Army Aviation Regiment and the loss of the armored battalion.

Right now, Fang Leng had only three regiments left, plus half a battalion of sharp knives.

As for Xu Shu's side, the three special teams lost one and a half, and there were less than 800 people left in the three special teams.

Eight special operations commandos have not moved, and one special brigade has not moved.

As for the elusive jungle ghost, Xu Shu has not been contacted so far, and their casualties are unknown.

Yang Zhenhu looked at the Flying Tiger Division who was shrinking his troops on the big screen, and said with a smile: "This boy Fang Leng, is this the first time he was beaten so badly?"

"Indeed." An army commander next to Yang Zhenhu nodded and said, "But this time, without the support of artillery, it is understandable that they suffered a temporary loss. After all, when Fang Leng was playing tactics before, the artillery's It's used very well.”

Yang Zhenhu: "Haha! If there are artillery pieces, I'm afraid he will lose faster."

"Why?" The commander looked puzzled.

"Because there is no unit under him that can stop the infiltration of the jungle ghost. Once they enter, they will take away the artillery position. Then they will use the artillery to bomb the troops of the Flying Tiger Division. Fang Leng's two regiments, I am afraid Will be dragged to death on the road." Yang Zhenhu said calmly.

In the headquarters, a look of shock appeared on everyone's face.

There are many people out there thinking, why is he so confident in Xu Shu's jungle ghost commando?Could it be that... they really can't stop it?

……

Xu Shu slept in a grass nest, looking at the sky with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's 8 o'clock in the evening, and before 12 o'clock, we have to end the fight."

"Ah?" Gao Dingbang was taken aback for a moment.

"Four hours, the end of the battle, how is this possible? Boss, the enemy still has tens of thousands of troops!"

Ghost Eye Changsheng also nodded and said: "We have so many troops now, how can we solve the battle in such a short period of time?"

"Short? I think it's very long." Xu Shu said, and suddenly sat up from the ground.

He said: "Magic pupil, order Huya and other 8 commandos to come down from Hutou Mountain immediately, and then attack the enemy's flank at the fastest speed."

"Ghost Eyes, order Su Yilong and the others to immediately pursue the two regiments of the Flying Tiger Division who are shrinking their strength, and give me a fierce attack!"

The two heard the words, although they were puzzled, they still went to convey the order.

After the order was issued, Chang Sheng asked suspiciously, "Boss, do you want to try to contact our own troops?"

"No!" Xu Shu said lazily: "Cai Yan and Wang Xuexin, they should also learn to command the battle independently, so that I can relax."

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