Dad kidnapped me to join the army, and the whole army asked me to be their instructor.

The woods are getting denser and the light is getting dimmer.

The air is full of damp smell.

Every step I took made a rustling sound under my feet.

All the mercenaries have gathered their energy and their pace has slowed down a lot.

The baboons looked around coldly, even though they were mercenaries born and raised in this land.

They are adaptable to various terrains on this continent.

But deep in the rainforest like this, they rarely visit.

And they know very well that to ordinary animals, the rainforest is just a forest.

But for humans, there are too many dangers hidden inside.

Some trees may look inconspicuous, but as long as you get a little closer, you may be immediately entangled by a python with a similar color to the tree.

A single fly bite may leave dozens of eggs in the body.

Eventually, when the time is right, they will break out from under your skin.

The most inconspicuous little ant may bring disaster to people.

Just one bite, and the deadly neurotoxin will cause you to be so painful that you can't even stand or walk.

It is more likely that if you step into a swamp formed over many years, a large living person will disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye, without even a chance to seek help.

Therefore, in this environment, even their corpse mercenaries must be cautious.

Don't miss the prey, but you will lose troops and generals on your side.

After walking forward for a while, the forest basically no longer changed.

At a glance, everything is covered with dense foliage and towering vegetation.

The baboon stopped and squatted on the ground to take a look.

Fresh footprints were left on several leaves.

He immediately whispered into the headset: "Check around to see if there are any traces of people from the Yan Kingdom."

"Yes Yes..."

A series of responses came immediately from the headset.

The men immediately spread out and searched around.

They are all experienced mercenaries and are very good at jungle warfare.

Trace searches are a piece of cake for them.

After a while, a response came from the headset.

"Reporting to the commander, half a footprint was found at three o'clock. It seems that they have been cleaned, but they were too hasty and did not clean them all."

"Sir, we also found a few shallow footprints here..."

A smile appeared on the baboon's lips: "They actually ran away separately? You want to confuse my attention, right?"

He smiled coldly and immediately ordered: "Hedgehog, lead a team of people to pursue in the three o'clock direction. Mole, lead a team of people to pursue in the five o'clock direction."

"Remember, whenever you see a target, use full firepower and kill them all as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

"action!"

Then the three waves of people quickly dispersed and rushed in three different directions.

The trees in the forest are so dense that almost trees are growing next to each other.

The three teams couldn't run very far before they lost sight of each other.

At most, you can only see the outlines of some figures in the woods.

The baboon still didn't realize at this moment that the identities of hunter and prey had been exchanged.

He thought that since his side had live ammunition and weapons, he had the upper hand.

But they underestimated the strength of the Flying Tiger Brigade and overestimated their own combat effectiveness.

In this forest, anything that can be seen can be used as a weapon by the Flying Tiger Brigade.

And in such a dense forest, live ammunition is actually of little use.

Even if you give them a few cannons, it will be of no use.

The cannonball wouldn't have traveled more than a few meters, and might have hit a tree without any effect at all.

A group of people spread out into a semicircle and moved quickly towards the three o'clock direction.

Suddenly, the leading hedgehog stopped abruptly, and the people behind him also stopped.

Everyone immediately squatted on the ground and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"

The hedgehog frowned slightly: "Don't you think anything is wrong?"

Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads together: "I didn't find anything wrong."

"Sounds, have you noticed any weird sounds?" the hedgehog said coldly.

Everyone turned their heads and looked around, confused: "Where is the sound?"

The hedgehog looked left and right, his eyes slowly widened, and his head subconsciously looked up.

The next second, his eyes almost popped out.

Above their heads, they saw monkeys squatting on the branches.

Although there were not many in number, each monkey actually held a wooden stick in its hand.

As if it felt that it had been discovered, one of the monkeys suddenly screamed and hit the hedgehog with a wooden stick.

The other remaining monkeys were also jumping and shouting like crazy.

The wooden stick in his hand whizzed towards the mercenaries below.

"Fake!"

The hedgehog's eyes widened and he immediately ducked to the side.

The wooden stick hit the ground with a thud, sinking directly into the soil.

The other mercenaries also hurriedly evaded, and the wooden sticks whizzed down from above, disrupting their formations.

"Fuck, where did these damn monkeys come from?"

The hedgehog roared angrily, but before he stood up with a glare, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Because he suddenly discovered that the place where he was lying suddenly started to move.

The next second, the leaves spread out, and a human face emerged from below.

The hedgehog was so frightened that he quickly hit it with the butt of his gun.

Because at this moment he had no time to turn the muzzle of the gun and point it at the opponent, and the butt of the gun was the most convenient and easiest way.

But at the same time, a dagger stabbed into his neck.

The hedgehog's eyes widened to the extreme, and the butt of the raised gun stopped in mid-air.

The body was twitching crazily, and blood was pouring out from the wound crazily.

Because the soldier who pierced his neck had already rotated the blade hard and pulled out the knife.

He was kicked out like garbage.

At the same time, the ground beneath the mercenaries' feet came alive.

Twelve soldiers of the Flying Tiger Brigade jumped up from the ground and instantly cut the throat of the soldier closest to them with a knife, causing blood to flow wildly.

The next second, daggers flew out with a roar, hitting the heads of one mercenary after another with perfect accuracy.

Within a moment, more than thirty mercenaries fell to the ground one after another.

The withered leaves were completely stained red with scarlet blood.

"Let's go!" Jiang Liang waved his hand fiercely.

Everyone pulled out their daggers, picked up the weapons of these mercenaries, and quickly rushed towards the forest.

On the other side, a group of mercenaries also stopped at this time.

They also heard noises in the woods.

"what sound?"

"Like the howl of a wild animal."

"What kind of beast could be in this place?"

A group of mercenaries suddenly became nervous.

He didn't meet the people from the Yan Kingdom, but he actually met the beast first.

Just when they were nervous and surprised, several figures suddenly rushed out from both sides of them.

"Fake, it's a wolf! Fire quickly!" Mole roared.

Da da da……

The mercenaries opened fire immediately, but these wolves seemed to have become spirits.

Just a few steps after rushing out, he immediately turned back and hid behind a tree.

"Fake! What I have here doesn't look like a wolf. Why does it look like a dog?"

"what?"

Others turned their heads.

The next second, everyone was dumbfounded.

Sure enough, a wolf dog on the other side was running back and forth in the woods, dodging their bullets.

"How did a wolf and a dog get together?" A group of mercenaries all stared with wide eyes.

But the next second, several mercenaries suddenly spurted blood from their mouths.

"What's going on?" Mole's eyes widened in horror.

Sharpened wooden sticks pierced the chests of these soldiers directly.

Behind them, several mercenaries were also pierced.

It's like a wooden stick pierced two or three of them, stringing them together like candied haws.

"Fake, this is a trap!" Mole yelled: "Here..."

Suddenly, he felt a whistling sound coming from above his head and looked up suddenly.

I saw a dozen soldiers from the Flying Tiger Brigade raising their arms and throwing sharpened wooden sticks at them.

"Oh, God!"

Mole was completely stunned.

Because a wooden stick has been magnified to the extreme in his eyes...