Chapter 1154: Chapter 8-5: Jungle Fatty (Part 3)

Sun Ping felt the hand gripping his throat slowly loosen, and the person continued, "The thirteen Jiepeng idiots who came over, I’ve already taken out eight. If I hadn’t discovered you all, I would have finished off the remaining five as well. You know, I have no need to lie. If I had malicious intent, I could simply inform the enemy of your hiding spot and eliminate you without hesitation."

Sun Ping believed the other person’s words. Mars, he had heard of that place. Although he didn’t know the specific details, Mars seemed to have fallen into the hands of a Leray person.

Trying not to make any moves that might be misunderstood, he slowly turned around and saw a chubby white face.

"Here’s your gun." Fatty chuckled heh-heh, returning the gun to Sun Ping, "The remaining five, I don’t need to deal with them, right?"

Holding the gun in his hand, Sun Ping dismissed the last bit of doubt he had. He nodded, checked the gun, then squatted halfway, signaling to the others behind him.

As the outermost Jiepeng soldier silently toppled to the ground, the other four Jiepeng soldiers also couldn’t escape the fate of being shot by five lines of fire. It was over within just three seconds. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"General!" Sun Ping stood at attention and saluted, "Corporal Sun Ping of the Chuckna Air Marine Corps 51st Mechanized Infantry Division 1792 regiment, 1st battalion, 2nd company, requesting instructions."

"Let your people all come out." Fatty frowned and shrunk back a bit, "I can still feel the killing intent of your sniper."

"Yes!" Sun Ping took a big step to the side and made a gesture.

Moments later, five Chuckna Warriors, including the sniper Feng Laos, appeared in front of Fatty without a single one missing.

Looking at the chubby man in the blue uniform they’d never heard of, the warriors’ eyes were full of vigilance. Especially the sniper Feng Laos, who stared hard at Fatty, unable to figure out how this guy managed to sneak up beside Sun Ping through his scope! Or how this guy knew his position.

Understand, while the tree he’s leaning against is quite sturdy, the only part that really serves as cover is the small dip in the slope under the tree. Any slight calculation error, and he could have had his head blown off with a single shot!

To choose this position in an instant, it requires such rich experience and precise calculation! Even the ace Special Soldiers known as the jungle reapers don’t have such skill. And this chubby white guy in front of them gives off anything but the aura of an ace Special Soldier. What the hell is going on!

With various doubts and suspicions, the warriors followed Fatty towards the crash site of the spaceship.

Along the way, Sun Ping briefly introduced the identities of a few people to Fatty, explained the current situation, and pointed out the direction of the position to Fatty. Fatty stood on tiptoes looking for a long time but couldn’t see the position, only hearing the sound of gunfire echoing in the valley. He turned his head and asked, "By the way, do you know about an allied Mecha experimental group, and if those scientists are with you?"

Sun Ping shook his head, "I don’t know about that. The team is spread out very long, and I haven’t seen the people from headquarters."

Fatty sighed, knowing that among tens of thousands of people, these ordinary soldiers would hardly know about a secret Mecha experimental group.

"We haven’t seen them, but," the sniper Feng Laos chimed in, "I heard Marshal Li Cunxin brought some non-combat personnel this time. I wonder if the research group you mentioned is among them."

Fatty shook his head, setting aside the anxiety in his heart.

"All of you come out."

With Fatty’s shout from the edge of the crater, a group of people emerged from behind the shipwreck. The following Chuckna Warriors were wide-eyed... What kind of people were these appearing before them?

Among the people who walked out, the oldest one might be over forty. The youngest was even a little boy of three or four years old. Although they were all wearing the same blue uniform, apart from seven or eight of them, the others didn’t look like soldiers. Many of them were obviously operators who have long been sitting in control rooms of warships, and several had black oil-stained hands, clearly mechanics from the engine room.

An allied Major General, leading this bunch of olds and youngs who only know how to fly in the sky, what are they doing here? Why did they crash at this place, of all places?

Fatty looked helplessly at his own troops. To be honest, this time when they came out, the Armed Merchant Ship wasn’t originally equipped with many people. Most on this ship were former pirates, and when the ship broke through the blockade line, the cabin loading Mecha was already destroyed. Even the weapons cabin had turned into a pile of scrap metal in the crash, a barehanded bunch of misfits, not looking too good indeed.

"Fatty." The little kid, seeing Fatty return, asked, "What about this ship?"

Seeing the little kid directly address this Major General of Leray as Fatty, the Chuckna Soldiers exchanged helpless glances, all doubtful in their hearts—is this chubby white guy really a Major General?

"Place explosives on the key parts and blow up everything you can!" Fatty checked the time, "We don’t have much time left. We need to leave quickly."

"Yes!" Markovich saluted and turned to head towards the spaceship.

"Wait," Sun Ping was anxious, "General, is there any communication device or anti-jamming equipment on the ship? If so, can you dismantle it? We need to contact the regiment command! The communication devices at the position have all been blown up."

"Boom!" A loud explosion came from around the bend in the mountain. Everyone felt the ground shake violently.

"The position!" The faces of several Chuckna Warriors changed.

"No time to dismantle machines!" Fatty glanced down the mountain, his face turning pale. He said to Sun Ping, "Forget about everything else for now, take us to the position and stabilize the defensive line first. If your position falls, everyone here is doomed!"

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