Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Three Silent Mountains
Seeing that there was nothing left to put, Feng Dao got out of the hole and covered the bed as it was. He turned around and saw Wan Lin pulling out a small box from under the bed. Feng Dao walked over and saw that there were two boxes inside. Neatly bundled small arrows
Wan Lin smiled and said to Feng Dao: "My little arrows were almost used up when I participated in the special forces competition in country A. I haven't had time to replenish them since I came back. I just have these at home that my grandpa made for me. I will take them with me to let the little devils go. "Let's have a taste of these sharp arrows." He said and put the two bundles of small arrows into the equipment bag.
The two of them walked out of the room and went to the courtyard. They put their weapons and equipment bags under the table. They cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks on the table, made a pot of tea, put them on the table, and continued chatting.
The Leopard Commandos have made all preparations and are quietly waiting for the enemy to appear.
Time is slowly passing. The Leopard Commandos lurking in various locations really feel like they are living like a year. Especially the few team members hiding in the cave cannot see the situation outside, waiting in the dark tunnel makes it even more depressing.
It wasn't until almost six o'clock in the afternoon that Wan Lin walked into the tunnel carrying a large dustpan of dry food, bacon, sausages, and wild vegetables to deliver food, and everyone asked Wan Lin about the situation outside.
At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark. The various animals in the mountains seemed to have stopped their busy day and returned to their nests. The mountains became quiet for a while.
Lieutenant Colonel Aoki, the captain of the R country's special operations commando team, stood on the edge of the forest, holding up a telescope and looking at the mountains outside the forest in the direction of Wanjia Xiaoyuan. The smoke rising just now had dissipated. Aoki nodded with satisfaction.
The rising smoke shows that the opponent has not noticed that his group is still at home. This all shows that everything so far is developing according to his plan.
The sunset in autumn is like a red-hot discus hanging diagonally on the top of the mountain in the distance, reflecting the originally white clouds into a fiery red, like burning flames flying over the sunset.
Aoki stood on the edge of the forest, staring at the fiery red sunset, cursing in his heart: Why the hell are you still not going down? Even if you cover the mountain, you can't protect your mountain people.
Both the enemy and ourselves are waiting, and the waiting before the war is the most difficult moment for every combatant.
The red sun finally jumped a few times on the distant top of the mountain and sank to the back of the mountain. Only a few clouds on the horizon still glowed with fiery red flames.
The mountains gradually darkened, and what appeared in front of Aoki's eyes was a circle as beautiful as an ink painting. Green mountains, gurgling water, and dancing shades of trees. All this made Aoki, who was full of hatred, and a group of little devils couldn't help but sigh at the beauty and charm of this country's scenery.
Aoki secretly thought: No wonder the people of his own country have been coveting this neighboring country with vast territory and rich resources for hundreds of years. Even this little-known mountain has such beautiful and moving scenery. No wonder he, a special operations commando, has always been included in the training subjects of the military. The top management listed this country as the imaginary enemy because this country is indeed a geomantic treasure land.
He thought about the small territory of his country and the disaster scenes of frequent storms and earthquakes. Aoki couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.
Night finally enveloped this big mountain. The night wind blew through the forest and the branches and leaves of the forest as far as the eye could see were rustling. The trees on the surrounding mountain tops were also swaying with the night wind. In addition, the legend of the mountain god made This mountain is filled with a mysterious color
A stream of mountain wind brought the chill of late autumn blowing on Aoki's face. It seemed that the chill had invaded his heart. He couldn't help but shiver, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
Aoki himself couldn't tell what it was, but this ominous premonition made him slowly lower his raised right hand.
Just now he saw that the sky was getting dark and he raised his right hand and was about to give the order to set off, but the sudden ominous premonition made him hesitate. As an old special forces soldier and the captain of a special operations commando team, he knew that premonitions are the self-protection of an excellent special forces soldier. consciousness and instinct
Sometimes this instinctive premonition works better than any advanced equipment. It is an inexplicable thing honed by a battle-hardened veteran in a long-term danger and life and death environment.
Aoki hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and ordered into the microphone: "The first team immediately set off to occupy the commanding heights around the target courtyard and surrounded the target courtyard. If the sniper failed, immediately destroy the target courtyard with firepower; I led the third team as a reserve team. Lurking on the mountain ridge two kilometers away from the target, ready to support at any time."
The ominous premonition just now made him change his tactical arrangement and divide the troops into two parts. One part will carry out the assassination operation and the other part will serve as a mobile unit. In this way, it can advance, attack, retreat, and cover one detachment. Currently, Aoki only has twenty-four troops from these two detachments. Team members are available
He brought in a total of three teams, but the twelve members of the second team had already been buried in this mysterious mountain when they were led by Ishihara to sneak here to carry out an assassination mission.
Aoki led more than 20 heavily armed R-country special operations commandos, wearing night-vision goggles, and ran out of the forest like a group of silent ghosts, quickly running towards the Wanlin courtyard in the northeast.
At this time, Wan Lin and Feng Dao, who was disguised as grandpa, had lit a torch in the corner of the yard. They were sitting at a small table in front of the tunnel room in the yard, drinking tea leisurely.
They only lit one torch. Normally, they lit four at the four corners of the courtyard. This was to reduce the light and avoid being noticed by the enemy when they changed to dummies.
Wan Lin sat in front of the small table, touching the teacup with his hands slightly closed, breathing softly. The wind knife on the long side was also concentrating and silent. Both of them used their skills to adjust their bodies to a state of nothingness.
All kinds of faint sounds in the mountain forest have been absorbed into Wan Lin's ears. The "whooshing" sound of the mountain wind blowing through the branches, the occasional roar of large animals in the distance, the "chacha" sound of gophers and hares chewing grass roots. The "rustling" sound of small animals running across the rocks... All the weak sounds did not escape Wan Lin's sensitive ears.
Feng Dao glanced at Wan Lin with admiration. From Wan Lin's state of nothingness at this time, he could see Wan Lin's internal skills. This is the realm that those who practice internal skills dream of.
He and Bao Ya arrived late and did not see their grandfather and Wan Lin practicing Kung Fu. However, as Feng Dao, who is also practicing Neijia Kung Fu, Wan Lin's current state has far exceeded his own Kung Fu. He is comparable to him. It's obviously not on the same level.