Hacksaw top, mid-section.

Fang Cheng nodded to Lin Tianyu, then looked into the distance and looked to the left.

The assembly signal has been sent for five minutes, and even the farthest team should have arrived.

Lin Tianyu's brow moved, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

He wanted to win over Fang Cheng and fight against the old school, but... Fang Cheng, the Jedi warrior in front of him, seemed not interested in this.

For Fang Cheng, an outsider, this kind of thing is just a dispute over interests and a difference in concepts.

Since it has not reached the point where life and death are fighting and hatred is deep, it has nothing to do with Fang Cheng.

Moreover, the war on Nibreda Island has not ended yet, so Fang Cheng has no intention of paying attention to the factional dispute.

The enemy is facing, but the internal struggle remains.

Internal struggle and internal struggle have almost become a bad attribute of human beings and cannot extricate themselves.

The only gratifying thing is that internal struggles and internal struggles are also sensible.

At least on Nibreda, no one will betray teammates and be irresponsible.

The white man Clare stood up from the ground, his voice a little surprised and looked at the captain Wang Youwei: "It's been six minutes. How many teams are there in total on Hacksaw Mountain today?"

Chen Hu, a white man looked at each other and felt something was wrong.

The black man Damon said in a deep voice: "Eight squads, according to the patrol arrangement of Hacksaw Mountain, each of our squads has the most distance from one kilometer to two kilometers."

Captain Wang Youwei looked at Dai Meng, pondered for a moment, and frowned:

"Although we are in the center of the top of the Hacksaw Mountain, eight patrols are still arranged on the left to prevent attacks by the enemy who are surrounded by the cloth trash."

Captain Wang Youwei said: "The patrol team on the right is the third team and the fourth team... The Butraz enemy has not appeared in the past few days, and they have not come much."

Speaking of this, Wang Youwei's expression changed drastically.

The white man said in a trembling voice:

"No, boss..."

Speaking of the last word, Ganghan couldn't help but cry.

Ganghan's heart trembled and he had an incredible, terrifying and terrifying thought.

The white man Clare's face changed drastically, his eyes glared and shouted loudly:

"Article 4 of the battlefield regulations means that you are not allowed to take a laziness and rest. You must strictly follow the schedule. Your Hacksaw Mountain patrol team is crazy!?"

The black man Damon smiled and said, "It's not that good, it's been a week, and I haven't seen a cloth trash enemy on the side of Hacksaw Mountain."

The people behind Clare ignored Damon's words, their eyes trembled, and they stood up from the ground one by one, picked up their weapons, and became alert.

Even Lin Tianyu, who was very nervous, felt the atmosphere strange.

Lin Tianyu's face was a little distorted and he asked in disbelief:

"We came from the Iron Guard Valley just now and didn't see the two teams you mentioned... How can we be sure whether we are lazy to rest or encounter an unexpected situation?"

Captain Wang Youwei swallowed his saliva, his face was heavy, and his voice was extremely low: "Is there an unexpected accident? Then there must be a body left, right?"

The white man Clare stepped forward, suddenly pulled up Wang Youwei's dark green military collar, and roared: "The enemy of Buzhe is wise. Are you thinking? After killing humans, even if you can't eat them, you may drag them into the jungle!"

Chen Hu hurriedly held Clare's exposed arm with blue veins: "Calm down, hey man, don't be so excited."

The white man Clare shook Chen Hu's arm, pushed Wang Youwei again, and roared: "You are stupid in life for a comfortable life? Butraz enemies are not wild animals. They are wise and have strategies, not animals that can be slaughtered, shit!"

"Huh, bang."

There was a slight sound, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts and looked at the source of the sound.

More than a dozen people rushed to the right, wearing dark green military uniforms, and the leader was Fang Cheng's leader - Dafei.

Dafei was wearing a white bandage on his left arm, and blood was vaguely visible. He was panting and standing in front of everyone: "Just just now, a trash enemy team in the jungle was constantly harassing him. The Fourth Team and I joined forces in to kill him."

"Seeing the assembly signal, we rushed over as quickly as possible."

The captain of the fourth team walked out, frowned, and looked at Clare and others: "Is this?"

Seeing these two teams, everyone breathed heavily and felt relieved.

A feeling of surviving the disaster emerged from the bottom of my heart.

If a group of cloth trash enemies come from the right, it would be too terrifying.

Wang Youwei hurried forward and explained.

Everyone looked at each other a few times.

More than sixty people gathered together, and with confidence, the panic just now disappeared.

"hiss."

Fang Cheng looked at the left, and the scenery was still there, and the white clouds in the sky were still there. He took a deep breath and said word by word:

"It's been nine minutes! No matter how slow it is, it's impossible for a team to not arrive."

The white Clarley's eyes narrowed, looked at his comrades beside him, and shouted angrily: "All be on guard and disperse the formation!"

"ah!"

A shrill roar came from the left.

Everyone's heads buzzed, and their eyes looked over from afar.

A staggering figure appeared on the horizon to the left, with blood stains... It seemed that an arm was missing, and his body was tilted.

"I'll go and investigate!"

A professional-level mid-level warrior beside the white man Clare roared and his body flashed towards the figure.

The staggering figure let out a roar and jumped to a mountain bag more than four meters high.

Although the distance is more than 300 meters, the worst among the people is professional-level high-level...the eyesight is accurate.

Dafei stared at the figure.

That was his fellow villager.

Wang Gang, a registered warrior at the early stage of the profession.

In the shocking eyes of everyone, Wang Gang roared: "Run! Ask for help! You..."

He has given up struggling.

He has thrown away hope.

He was tired, couldn't run anymore, and wanted to rest.

My mood is dull, but it is mixed with a faint regret.

His eyelids drooped, and Wang Gang almost closed his eyes and roared... His heart was quiet and joyful.

Send the alarm, it's worth it even if you die.

However... Wang Gang's roar was only halfway through.

A large number of surging green suddenly appeared on the horizon.

Countless trash enemies tweeted forward.

More than a dozen cloth trash enemies jumped up from behind and rushed towards the figure.

A commander-level cloth trash enemy jumped high and opened his mouth wide.

It bit off Wang Gang's head.

More than ten cloth trash enemies neighed, instantly dismembering the Qianlie figure and five horses.

Immediately, a wave of Butrash enemies rushed towards everyone!

Dafei bit his lips, his dirty lips, and his red blood was bitten out of bite.

Wang Gang's life was as anxious as a meteor. He had just appeared in everyone's sight... and died tragically without even struggling.

He is a professional warrior, why doesn't he have any spare energy?

Dafei felt a little sad.

The feeling of sadness of the rabbit and the fox is revealed naturally.

Why!?

With a grunt, tears fell from the hacksaw mountain.

The white man Clare was stunned and shouted in horror: "A group? This is a group of Buzhe enemies!"

A chill rose in everyone's heart.

Although it is a warm spring, I feel a sense of coldness.

Black Damon's throat moved:

“Lord…”
To be continued...