Brikama is not big, and neither is this primitive jungle. Archaeopteryx dropped Zhao Ziyang and his party in the jungle and then returned to the base to wait for instructions.

With tactical satellites and air mobility capabilities, lurkers can descend to any location in this primitive jungle within twenty minutes.

Tactical satellites have firmly locked this area, and high-definition pictures are continuously fed back to the ground from the satellites, or video images delayed by more than ten seconds are obtained directly from the satellites. Anyone approaching here cannot escape Seth's eyes.

This is the territory of lurkers, and whoever owns the territory decides.

Of course, it is not that various countries led by the United States have never thought of using air power to carry out strikes, but in the end they gave up air strikes. Because once they use fighter planes or helicopters, the base defense system of the lurkers will be fully activated, and the missiles will not

Hesitantly beat them down.

Countries cannot use missiles, because Gambia is an independent country. If one missile can destroy the lurker base, it will be okay. Once intercepted, the next missile cannot be launched, otherwise it will be an invasion of a sovereign country.

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The superiority of Zhao Ziyang's choice of The Gambia to build his own military base was fully reflected at this time. Yahya had no choice but to smartly choose to pretend to be ill.

The SAS special air service group approaching the jungle saw the headless corpses hanging on the edge of the jungle, and could imagine how these guys died at the hands of lurkers.

"Well, Japanese, is this for us?" One of the team members frowned, his expression a little unnatural.

"No, this is for everyone to see." Another member of the air crew walked towards the pile of heads that were bitten by wild beasts, pulled out a saber on the ground and said: "Guys, cheer up, we will

This time the opponent is very powerful, not a girl, but a real beast."

"Hahaha..." A member of the air service group burst out laughing and said with disdain: "Boss, you are making a fuss out of a molehill. In front of our air service group, all the special forces are all cute little girls, not to mention

What about a bunch of mercenaries? Hahaha..."

There was a "bang" sound, and the sound of a watermelon bursting was heard. The laughing air crew member suddenly dwarfed by half. The head that was originally carried on his shoulders exploded, and minced meat and blood sprayed into the air, all around him.

A blood mist formed.

"Avoid!" the captain of the air crew roared, and his body suddenly jumped forward and rolled over, lying on his stomach in a depression.

"Poof", another sniper warhead hit the thigh of a member of the air service regiment, directly breaking his thigh into two pieces.

"Ah!..." A miserable howl came from this member's mouth.

"Jim's shot! Jim's shot, snipers covering the medic!"

Two members crawled towards the injured comrade and dragged him to a relatively safe area.

"Bang! Bang!" "Ah! Ouch..."

Two more gunshots rang out, and the legs of the two team members responsible for the rescue suffered the same fate, being severely interrupted by large-caliber warheads.

Turbulent blood flowed out along the broken thigh, and the pungent smell of blood floated in the air.

"Sniper found!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Two SAS snipers immediately fired back in the direction of the jungle sniper rounds.

"Enter the jungle, quickly!" the captain shouted, waving his hands to signal everyone to enter the jungle.

The location they are currently in is the edge of the jungle. The edge of the jungle in the tropical rain forest is absolutely different from the edge of the jungle elsewhere. There will be no sparse trees on the edge. Either they step into the dense jungle or they are on land without shelter.

What the group has to do now is to enter the jungle to find a bunker, otherwise none of them will survive.

The terrain disadvantage caused the world's number one SAS to suffer greatly. One person died and three were seriously injured. In addition, the team members had to rescue three seriously injured people, and their combat effectiveness was directly reduced by half.

The three seriously wounded soldiers were dragged into the jungle by their comrades for rescue, while the two snipers lay on the spot and calmly searched for snipers lurking in the jungle.

There was just silence in the jungle, and it seemed that the sniper disappeared without a trace after being wounded instantly. It was impossible, this was definitely not a warning from the other party, but a sniper attack that the other party wanted to kill them.

The three seriously wounded men could have been killed immediately, but the lurker did not do so and only seriously injured them. This meant that the lurker had to contain them and kill them all at the same time.

"Bang!" A sniper from the Air Service Regiment pulled the trigger and shot deep into the jungle.

He didn't move, and the sniper next to him also didn't move with a calm expression. He just completely exposed his figure in the open space and quietly searched for enemies in the jungle.

The broken legs of the three seriously wounded men were quickly bandaged. They each took out a bottle of morphine and injected it into themselves. They dragged their bodies and hid their guns behind the big tree.

"Wallace will take care of the wounded, and the others will follow me into the jungle!" The captain's face was ferocious. He lost four members without even being able to see the enemy. You can imagine his anger.

The SAS Royal Special Air Service is the world's number one special forces force. They are powerful and proud. It can be said that the American SEALs are like children in front of them. In particular, the SAS snipers will always be the most powerful in the world.

, even 80% of the world's special forces were built after them, and sniper skills are strictly trained in accordance with the training content of the SAS, which is enough to witness their power.

It's a pity that they suffered a lot here. This was a humiliation, unprecedented humiliation.

Flashpoint shuttled through the depths of the jungle quickly, heading to one preset sniper point after another, but whenever he entered the preset sniper point, he would give up immediately because all the sniper points were exposed by the edge of the jungle.

Two snipers are locked in a shape, and as long as he enters the sniper spot, he will be sniped by the opponent.

The first step in the battle between snipers is to determine the sniper points of both sides, and the second is to judge the distance, angle, and direction based on the direction in which the warhead flies. The two SAS snipers immediately determined that the warhead was a 12.7 mm anti-material sniper rifle conventional bullet.

, determine the angle and approximate distance through the warhead, and achieve absolutely accurate locking.

"Boss, I can't snipe them again." Flashpoint reported to Zhao Ziyang through the radio with great regret.

"Hold on." Zhao Ziyang's voice came.

"Understood." Flashpoint retracted his position.

He was helpless and could only watch the other two snipers lying there unable to shoot. You have to know that when you can shoot others, you can also shoot you. These two snipers were so calm and terrifying.

It is so powerful that two people and two guns can block all shooting angles of the lurker.

Flashpoint's mission has been completed very well. He killed one SAS member and injured three SAS members in a flash, which was enough for him to set off a legendary trend in the mercenary world. No mercenary dared to confront the SAS head-on.

This is a formidable opponent that is difficult to provoke.

The members of the air crew who entered the jungle quickly shuttled into the depths of the jungle with short rifles. The distance between them was always 2.8 meters, which is the optimal distance for mutual defense. This distance is very particular. 2.8 meters is enough to lie down and complete the tactical roll.

Advance is also the minimum distance that these tactical actions can control.

The six people were divided into two combat groups, one on the left front and one on the right rear. The gun barrels of the six people did not overlap at all. They each locked their own 30-degree angle from left to right, even during rapid shuttle.

There will be no mistakes at all.

This kind of tactical movement can ensure that there are no blind spots in the 180-degree flat angle ahead, and the 30-degree small angle control is more conducive to mutual firepower defense, attack, and defense. This set of tactics cannot be trained in a few months.

It is formed through years of training and actual combat.

The captain at the front suddenly stopped and stretched out his right hand. Upon seeing the gesture, the team members immediately dispersed and looked for surrounding bunkers to hide themselves. However, the angle of their muzzles still controlled their own 30-degree angle.

Zhao Ziyang and his team, who were deep in the jungle, saw the SAS's tactical movements and chose to retreat slowly without leaving any trace.

"Very strong!" Zhao Ziyang said his words of admiration sincerely.

"Not sure." Pandora, who was hiding behind the tree with branches and leaves, said in a voice.

Both of them told the six-man combat team that entered the jungle ahead that they had little chance of winning. This was not a sign of weakness or humility, but rather telling the truth. Although the lurker was very arrogant, he was always careful with his words on the battlefield.

It is also the way to survive.

The biggest factor that gave the SAS a dead blow was that they had tactical satellites. The tactical satellites revealed the opponent's whereabouts in every detail, and they used favorable formations to conduct a lightning-fast ambush, thus achieving a slight victory.

"Pandora, if your former team were here, how sure were you of killing them?" Zhao Ziyang suddenly asked this question on the battlefield.

"Ten percent, total destruction!" Pandora nodded, but added: "There are no casualties on our side."

Zhao Ziyang was shocked when he heard these words. He couldn't imagine what kind of army like that would exist.

"The training of the British Royal Special Air Service ranks second in the world, but they don't have many actual combat opportunities, far inferior to mercenaries. If we really fight them now, we can strangle them, but the cost will be very high.

"Pandora explained.

This explanation is reasonable. Soldiers who grew up on the battlefield will always be better than those who grew up in training. Their perception of danger and handling of tactics are completely in line with the rules of the battlefield. This is experience, experience summed up in life.

"Then the world's No. 1 training force meets them on the same road?" Zhao Ziyang asked in surprise. He still didn't know which troop was No. 1 in training.

"That's a question for you." Pandora smiled softly and said, "If you throw away the equipment, the Chinese special forces will be completely victorious. With the equipment, the Chinese special forces will be completely wiped out without any suspense."

This sentence was very pertinent and made Zhao Ziyang smile bitterly, but it was indeed the case.

After smiling bitterly, Zhao Ziyang took out a loudspeaker and put it on a tree. He held the cable connecting the loudspeaker and crouched behind another tree. This loudspeaker was specially prepared by him. Sometimes he cannot keep fighting.

, persuading someone to retreat is also a tactic.

"Hello, Royal SAS, if my guess is correct, you should be five hundred meters into the jungle, and in front of you is a minefield. Are you trying to find a way to cross the minefield? Unfortunately, I can only

Let me tell you that this is a minefield designed by me and cannot be crossed."

Zhao Ziyang's voice passed through the gaps between the trees and reached the ears of the stationary air crew.

"1300 meters!" A team member accurately reported the distance between Zhao Ziyang and them.

The captain did not move. He carefully used his saber to push away the soil on a jumping mine, and then used the tip of the knife to push away the surrounding soil layer by layer. His eyes were wide open, with a faint bloodshot look.

His eyes were filled with water, and he temporarily held his breath, all his strength concentrated on his hands.

The soil is pushed outward in millimeter-millimetre layers, revealing hair-like thin lines around the mine body. These thin lines are divided into three directions and extend out, which means that the three thin lines connect the three land mines, and the connected ones

The three mines are again connected to other mines.

This method of laying mines is called a spider web, which means that the mines are scattered randomly to form a huge network. If you move it, touching one mine will cause other mines to explode.

But the scariest thing about the spider web is not that it is that the thread connecting the mines is not completely real. Maybe it is connected, or maybe it is just a cover.

If you use detonation to eliminate the problem and walk over after thinking it's safe, I'm sorry, but there will still be spider webs waiting for you. When you eliminate it a second time and think it's safe, I'm sorry, but there will still be spider webs.
To be continued...