The gunfire in the jungle continued.
Whether it's Kazam's team.
Or Arnold's SAS squad.
At this time, they have lost a lot of people.
The two sides launched the most intense and brutal hunting operation.
In the dense jungle, everyone is a hunter and everyone is a prey.
Both sides are the same masters of special operations.
The SAS squad is more experienced in combat.
The individual quality of the Kazam squad is slightly higher.
"Captain, these foreigners are very strong. "
"We have lost eight brothers. "
"The casualties of the enemy are not yet known. "
"I don't know what happened to the other group. "
"Our communication devices are obviously not as good as those of these foreigners…"
The team member, codenamed Lynx, came to the vicinity of Kazam and whispered a report.
Click.
Before the lynx could finish speaking, a slight sound was heard not far away.
Kazam hurriedly stretched out his right index finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture to the bobcat.
The bobcat apparently heard the gunshot, too, and made a sign language that split up.
Kazam shook his head: "You're hurt, stay still, I'll go." "
After speaking, he didn't wait for the lynx to refute, and hunched over and touched it.
At this time.
The ammunition on Kazam's body was almost depleted.
The 56 Chong on his body didn't know where he threw it because he had no bullets.
All he had left was a handful of computers, a saber, three grenades, and a few pistol magazines.
Moreover, the long hours of hunting and counter-hunting made him have no time to stop and replenish his physical strength.
As the captain of the special operations team and the best special forces, Kazam's burden can only be heavier.
Kazam knew very well that the other side's weapons and equipment were more advanced than his own, and the communication devices were more resistant to interference.
At this time, even one gram of burden is essential for his survival.
For every enemy he kills, his teammates are one point less burdened.
Kazam quickly and carefully weaved through the woods.
His eyes kept looking around.
The ears are always on the lookout for movement around them.
The whole person is like a leopard close to its prey.
Not far in front of him.
A member of the SAS team moves to the side.
Another SAS member holds a saber in his hand.
Kazam, who stared at the rapidly approaching Kazam, licked his lips.
This is a trap that the SAS team has put for Kazamb.
The gunfire just now was also intended to attract Kazam's attention.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer.
The SAS team members, who were hiding through the big trees, nodded to their teammates who were holding their sabers behind them.
Then he lunged at Kazam, who was less than two meters away from him.
While pounced, he fired several shots in the direction of Kazam.
At the same time, the saber in his right hand stabbed at Kazam.
It's just that the bullet didn't hit Kazam.
The moment he took to the air.
Kazam saw him in action.
Kazam rolled on his side, dodging bullets and oncoming enemies.
At the same time, he pulled the trigger of the pistol towards the enemy.
Phew!
Two crisp crashing sounds were heard.
[ Read more novels by visiting our website: Knight Novels ]
Kazam couldn't help but curse himself.
Because he actually made an unforgivable mistake.
I still have a few bullets in the magazine of my pistol, and I am misremembering at this time.
The severe physical exertion made his brain think a lot slower.
The SAS team member not far away looked at his pistol and shook his head helplessly.
They simply did not expect to encounter a special operations soldier as strong as they were.
The ammunition they were carrying was being consumed far faster than they had anticipated.
But even with so much ammunition consumed, not a few enemies were killed.
The stone in Kazam's heart was put down, and the other party actually had no bullets.
Seeing the moment the other party was stunned, a smile appeared on the corner of Kazam's mouth.
Not only did the opponent run out of ammunition, but the consumption of physical strength was more serious than his.
And what made Kazam even happier was that the person in front of him turned out to be a major.
In other words, the person in front of him is very likely to be the commander of this special operations team.
Kazam's guess was correct, and this person was none other than Arnold, the captain of the SAS team.
Without any hesitation, Kazam smashed the pistol in his hand at Arnold.
Then he brandished the saber in his hand and stabbed at the other party.
Arnold did the same, without the slightest dodge.
The big guy with a height of 1.93 meters collided with a small man with a height of 1.75 meters.
The sound of the fierce fight did not spread far, and the figures of both sides were equally agile.
As a result, the injured Lynx and Arnold's men raised their guns but could not aim.
When the bobcat endured the severe pain and got up.
The SAS team on the opposite side had come to a distance of a few meters from him.
Da
! Da! Da!
Both sides fired at each other almost simultaneously.
It's all point-and-shoot shots, and I don't dare to waste even a single bullet.
Because at this time, they only had the last magazine left.
In the end, whoever has one more bullet in his gun may survive.
At this time, the two also didn't care about Kazam and Arnold, who were scuffling together.
They must find a way to take out their opponents in order to support their leader.
Minutes and seconds passed.
Every second is a long time for the four.
However, as time passed, Kazam's physical advantage gradually became apparent.
Arnold's movements were noticeably slowing down, panting and pale.
His physical strength had reached its limit, but he couldn't relax in the slightest.
Kazam used the last of his strength to knock Arnold down.
With a saber in both hands, he stabbed Arnold into the heart.
Arnold grabbed Kazam's wrists with both hands, trying to stop the saber from piercing him in the heart.
At this moment, the physical strength of both sides has reached the limit, and what they are fighting for is the ultimate will to fight.
After a moment of stalemate, Arnold began to hold on.
His face became paler, and his pupils dilated.
The endless fear of facing death soon appeared on his pale face.
Watching the glittering saber slowly fall, Arnold shouted:
"NO,NO,NO…"
However, his cries for mercy and horror did not receive the slightest sympathy or mercy from Qazam.
He could only watch as the saber pressed against his chest, piercing through the skin, piercing through the muscles and sternum, and reaching the heart
As the bright red blood gushed out, Arnold gradually lost his life, and his dull pupils were so unwilling.
He is the most formidable warrior in the SAS, having flown countless missions without defeat.
Countless enemies have died at his hands, but today they have died at the hands of one of the Camel Humans.
It wasn't until the saber was fully pierced into Arnold's heart that Kazam rolled over and lay on the ground.
He threw himself on all fours, his chest heaving violently, gasping for air, almost using the last of his strength.
But his eyes were still full of excitement as he met his strongest opponent and won the battle with him.