The non-stop gunfire guided the red paratroopers in the absolutely correct direction. A tactical team of six people approached the target in an orderly manner. They were very cautious and made judgments from time to time.
When the troops approached the target radius of 200 meters, a red paratrooper captain waved the troops to stop and made a gesture to the two team members.
Two red paratroopers armed with pp-2000 Luger submachine guns immediately moved forward through tree cover. Their steps were very light, and they disappeared after a few ups and downs.
These were two scouts who went to the target area to investigate the target's situation. The sound of gunfire sounded very strange, as if there was an internal strife between the two targets, but no one would believe it. The red paratroopers thought this was an illusion.
After advancing more than a hundred meters, a scout grabbed the tree trunk with one hand and climbed up the tree silently with the help of one arm. He quickly completed the reconnaissance within the visual range with guns in both hands, and then raised his left hand.
Swing forward twice quickly.
Another scout immediately moved forward, within the controllable range of his companions, and relied on the big tree to carry out alternate cover with his gun.
The two scouts used skilled tactical movements to move forward two hundred meters silently. One of them hung diagonally on a tree and took out an infrared telescope for investigation, while the other leaned against a big tree and took out a thermal imager to look for the heat source.
This is the place with the densest forest and trees. The mountains are so dense that not even the wind can get through. The surrounding area is filled with an oppressive silence.
The two scouts did not find any trace of the target. No, they found it. What they found were shell casings scattered on the ground. The shell casings were scattered on the ground, extending to the north.
The scouts under the tree were on guard with their guns drawn, while the scouts on the tree followed the traces of bullet shells falling to the ground and used the binoculars in their hands to accurately track the target's location.
The scattered shells show an obvious movement line. Based on the orientation and angle of the shells falling on the ground, the target's movement direction can be accurately judged.
The bullet case extends, and the gaze follows the extension of the bullet case, all the way to...the feet!
The scout raised his head sharply, eyes blazing with murderous intent, threw away his binoculars, held the gun in both hands, and uttered a rapid voice: "Target..."
Before he finished speaking, there was an extremely strong murderous aura above his head, and an object fell vertically from the top of the tree, mixed with the sound of a sudden breaking wind.
"boom!"
The unprepared scout was hit hard on the waist by an object falling vertically from his head. He fell from the tree and hit the ground hard.
"Da da da……"
The scout pulled the trigger, and the submachine gun spat out tongues of flame, shooting without accuracy.
"ah!"
A scream came from his mouth, and a pair of screams stepped heavily on his chest with the force of falling.
"Click!"
The sound of the sternum breaking was clearly transmitted to the scout's ears, and there was a sharp pain in the chest: the broken sternum penetrated into the internal organs!
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and under the influence of gravity, the spurted blood fell on his face again. The scout tried to open his eyes wide, and what he saw was a blood-red figure, as ferocious as a devil coming out of hell.
"boom!"
The scout clearly saw the opponent pulling the trigger, and even saw the hot air bursting out of the barrel of the bullet.
"puff!"
His brains splattered all over the ground, and the scout died with his eyes wide open.
Things developed so suddenly that another scout made the most correct and appropriate response to the emergency. Instead of fighting with a gun, he rushed madly into the dense forest nearby and escaped without hesitation.
battlefield.
Comrade-in-arms were being hunted, which proved that this place was a trap. There were two targets, both SSS-level combatants, and the other one must have been targeting him.
With a "swish" sound, a big hand stretched out from the ground without warning and grabbed the scout's ankle.
With his ankle held, the scout who rushed forward fell heavily to the ground, pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger towards the big hand stretched out from the ground.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three consecutive shots hit the ground, forcing the big hand to let go.
"Ouch!..."
Screams came from the ground, and Reddy suddenly jumped up and rolled backwards to get away from the scout.
The scout didn't have any intention of fighting, he quickly headed into the woods and disappeared without a trace.
"Asshole, why don't you help!" Ruidi sat leaning against the big tree, covering his chest with his hands and wailing: "I almost died. If I hadn't been wearing a body armor, I would have had several bloody holes!"
Yan Fenghuo stood leisurely beside the corpse, spreading his hands noncommittally.
"Fuck! Bastard! Bastard!" Reddy cursed heavily.
"It was you who wanted to go underground. I told you to climb up the tree, but you insisted on going underground." Yan Fenghuo smiled and turned the body over, stuffing in all the equipment that could locate Ruidi.
"But you can't ignore death!" Ruidi roared.
"You underestimated the red paratroopers." Yan Fenghuo took out a rope and tightened it around the body's neck, threw the other end to a big tree and said to Ruidi: "Do me a favor and hang this body up high."
"Shit!" Ruidi rubbed his chest and stood up, pulled the other end of the rope to hang the body high, and said angrily: "These guys are just a bunch of cold-blooded animals. They ran away when they saw their comrades being killed!"
After hanging up the body, Yan Fenghuo clapped his hands and said with a smile: "This choice is completely correct. The person is already dead, and rescue will only cause the greatest loss. Remember, the essence of Cossacks is not a soldier, but one of the strongest mercenaries in the world.
.The red paratroopers are the strongest unit of Cossack mercenaries. They are executioners and blood butchers with blood on their hands."
Ruidi shrugged his shoulders and had nothing to say.
The strength of the Red Paratroopers has been clearly demonstrated in front of these two people. Their strongest point is not their strength in a general sense, but their calm and excellent judgment, cold determination, and cold-bloodedness that is difficult for ordinary people to match.
They are real war machines, and the death of their comrades will not affect their thinking and judgment. Once the mission is implanted in the brain, everything will no longer matter.
"Damn it, what should we do next?" Ruidi stood up and exhaled a long breath and said: "You are making a huge gamble with no guarantee. I am sure there will be no more missile attacks. This is Russia,
They will find out where the missile was launched as soon as possible and then take action."
"That's right, just because this is Russia, there will still be missiles to kill me." Yan Fenghuo stared at the sky above the mountain forest and said solemnly: "This is the Russian government that wants to kill me!"
Hearing this, Ruidi's brows knitted together. What he was thinking about was completely different from what Yan Fenghuo was thinking about. He was wondering who betrayed him.
Yan Fenghuo was thinking about how to get rid of the Russian government's attentive obliteration, but there seemed to be no way.
He affirmed that the missile attack was an authorized action by the Russian military. When everything was connected together, the behind-the-scenes of the missile attack was extremely clear before his eyes.