Chapter 177

"If you've got the guts, don't run! Stand still and fight!"

"Damn it! Where is he?"

"Damn! He got away again?"

"Damn it, ignore him! Let him curse!"

"Messages came from the bases ahead saying this is just their trick!"

"We have to endure it!"

"I can't take it anymore!!! I can't endure it!"

"He even cursed my grandfather!"

"Get him, get him!"

Everywhere were the angry shouts of the Israelite soldiers,

and soon,

either a few grenades were thrown into this base,

or an RPG hit that outpost.

Slowly,

the Israelite soldiers also discovered a pattern,

it seemed that every time someone came out to trash-talk and mock,

it was always those same few fixed members.

Everyone was already quite familiar with them,

one was a burly man with a full beard,

one was Black Brother, invisible even if he stood before you in the dead of night.

The last one was the guy who loved to curse in several languages, switching them up.

It was always these three jerks.

Mock, then run.

After running, they would appear like ghosts in another place to continue mocking.

In a hidden corner,

the bearded man and Black Brother met once,

and exchanged their remaining equipment...

"Give me a drink of water."

"Ma De, I've been trash-talking until my throat is about to smoke!"

The bearded man snatched the canteen from Black Brother's waist and gulped down several mouthfuls.

Then he grinned excitedly.

"Hehe!"

"Black Zi, you didn't see it."

"Just now, those Israelite Sun Zi chased me for a full two li!"

"But I ended up following the route Old Ba left behind."

"They were so angry! Their eyes turned red! Crack crack crack!"

The bearded man lowered his voice and laughed heartily,

Black Brother took the canteen from his hand and gulped down two mouthfuls himself.

Under the night sky, he grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth.

Feeling somewhat proud.

"The Regiment Commander indeed knows people and uses them well!"

"He knew that only the three of us in the regiment had maxed out our taunt talent."

"So he specifically assigned us to handle this task!"

"If anyone else had come, they couldn't have achieved this effect!"

"Good, good, we have not failed our mission!"

"Hehehe!"

The two praised each other a few times,

the bearded man pricked up his ears to listen to the commotion outside,

"By now, the others should have mostly slipped through, right?"

Black Brother nodded,

"Yes, we just communicated."

"Now only the Regiment Commander and Nya remain in the second defense zone."

"Everyone else has already charged through."

The bearded man nodded too,

"Then let's withdraw as well."

"With the Regiment Commander here, Nya won't need our help."

"Yes, good!"

After a brief exchange,

the two spotted an opportunity,

and each charged out in a different direction,

This time, the two did not exchange trash talk at the base entrance,

but moved silently through the boiling defense zone.

Slowly feeling their way toward the rear of the defense line.

Just as Big Beard and Black Brother also began to conceal themselves and infiltrate,

inside the frontline command center of the Allied Nations,

the officers were overwhelmed with work,

watching combat statuses appearing everywhere on the screens,

the officers were nearly driven mad one by one.

"What? A mercenary band member spotted at outpost A211?"

"Which one? The one with the full beard?"

"Impossible!"

"The one with the full beard is currently cursing at the gate of B313!"

"What? They threw grenades at Base 12?"

"That doesn't make sense!"

"Didn't they just bomb it? Coming again?"

"What? Last time they threw eight grenades, this time twelve?"

"Are you damn crazy? You're counting how many grenades they throw? Which unit are you from?"

"Hello? Mercenary band members spotted at the garrison of your Third Infantry Regiment?"

"No, no, no, do not pursue! This is their plan!"

"Yes! Ignore him, let him curse, you endure it!"

"What? The cursing is too offensive to endure?"

"Then you decide for yourselves!"