Return to the City: The Strongest King-Chapter 1791 - 1722: Gods at War

Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi covered their mouths and noses, crouching on the ground, witnessing a gazelle being drained by mosquitoes into a specimen.

After an unknown amount of time, the mosquitoes finally dispersed, leaving decaying limbs floating in the mire.

Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi held their breath and focused, lying motionless on the ground, as if dead.

Soon, a person came from the opposite side of the mire.

It was an African wizard, with dark skin, strange face paint, wearing a hat made of feathers, a beast skin draped over his body, holding a wooden cane in his left hand, with a pair of skulls hanging from it.

The wizard muttered words as bubbles began to emerge from the mire, the bodies of zombies gradually sinking to the bottom.

The wizard slowly walked towards Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi.

The wizard surveyed the two, stretched out a foot, and kicked Song Xiaodong.

Song Xiaodong remained motionless.

The wizard crouched down, attempting to flip Song Xiaodong over to see his face.

Song Xiaodong's eyes were tightly shut, his face completely covered in mud.

Song Xiaodong flipped over, his hand flicked, a silver needle directly pierced the wizard's heart.

"Ugh!" The wizard realized Song Xiaodong's trick, opened his mouth, black smoke poured out, it was another swarm of mosquitoes.

But Song Xiaodong's silver needle was faster, the wizard only managed to spit a small puff like smoke rings before falling back, collapsing to the ground, motionless.

Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi got up as the surrounding mist gradually dispersed.

Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi returned to Feng Jian's side to report the situation, then continued their ambush.

Feng Jian was not too shocked to hear about the wizard, zombies, and mosquitoes from Song Xiaodong, as he had encountered similar things before on missions. These zombies, though slow-moving, possess extremely strong life forces, nearly indestructible, only fire can stop them.

Now Feng Jian understood what Song Xiaodong meant by saying "people like us."

Song Xiaodong's role for the mission was as an "expert," now Feng Jian knew what kind of expert Song Xiaodong was.

At four in the morning, when Feng Jian thought the night would remain calm and peaceful, the forest suddenly began rustling.

"Um!" Feng Jian hadn't had time to react before two warriors fell.

"Engage, engage, direction two o'clock!" Feng Jian immediately organized the battle, and gunfire erupted in the forest.

Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi sensed the opponent's presence too, their speed incredibly fast, throwing weapons with great force and accuracy.

As Feng Jian opened fire, Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi crept up from the side.

When Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi finally approached, saw the figures clearly, Song Xiaodong's heart chilled.

Feng Jian perceived the enemy as ground targets, firing in the ground direction of two o'clock.

But the enemy was not attacking from the ground toward Feng Jian's group, they were in the trees.

A group of agile black-clad night travelers advanced swiftly on the treetops like gorillas, quickly closing in above Feng Jian's group.

Feng Jian's gunfire was too loud, they couldn't hear the sound of the enemy moving.

"Above us!" Song Xiaodong hurried back to warn everyone.

Feng Jian reacted quickly, raised his gun and sprayed fire overhead, two muffled groans echoed, and two bodies fell.

The enemies above also started moving, several flashes flew down, Song Xiaodong could see it was the Ninjas using shuriken.

Feng Jian's warriors didn't have time to evade, two more silent warriors collapsed.

"Ninja!" Song Xiaodong shouted for Feng Jian to hear.

The treetops above shook, many leaves fell, the enemies had gone far.

As Song Xiaodong had expected, among the Japanese search team, other masters were hidden.

"They haven't left." Song Xiaodong and Sun Yiyi reached Feng Jian's side. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Once the gunfire ceased, the jungle immediately fell silent, not a sound could be heard.

Song Xiaodong closed his eyes, sensing the enemies' movements within the forest.

"Follow my command, fire at nine o'clock!" Song Xiaodong yelled.

The warriors immediately opened fire, two bodies rolled down in the jungle.

This group of Ninjas had highly advanced combat techniques, after the initial head-on attack, they drew everyone's attention upward, then launched an assault from the ground.

However, Song Xiaodong's sensory ability was clearly aware of all movements surrounding them, he could prepare for any direction from which the Ninjas would attack.

"Straight ahead, fire!"

Following another burst of gunfire, more bodies fell from the trees.

The group held their breath, waited again, but the jungle made no sound.

"They're gone." Song Xiaodong remained calm and composed throughout.

"Mr. Song is impressive, capable of predicting their actions." Feng Jian greatly admired Song Xiaodong's skill.

After sunrise, as they cleaned the battlefield, the enemy had lost a wizard and six Ninjas, Feng Jian had sacrificed four warriors.

Counting the dead and injured, Feng Jian now had only ten people left, with Song Xiaodong's group totaling fourteen.

During daylight the search mission continued. Repeatedly encountering the Japanese team, indeed six fewer people were seen on their side.

"Now, we've engaged America, Japan, and the opposition armed forces, only the government forces are left." Feng Jian smiled wryly.

"As long as they're still searching, it means they haven't found it yet." Sun Yiyi said.

"African wizard, Japanese Ninja, just waiting for America's experts." Song Xiaodong stared calmly at the distant forest.

America's experts were still on their way, flying in.

After Owl Squad suffered defeat in Kapoeta, a body was carried back for investigation. It was discovered that this team member had been killed by a silver needle that pierced the bulletproof vest, directly stabbing into the heart.

Evidently, China has dispatched Martial Arts masters, America received the news, and contacted a monk from a Turkish monastery overnight. Upon receiving the message, the monk immediately boarded a special aircraft, en route to South Sudan, expecting to arrive tonight.