Two hundred and ninetieth disguised reconnaissance one
"Oh, you look really good like this," Wang Weilong said after taking a good look at Wang Chaoyang.
Wang Chaoyang now has the complexion of a black African uncle, with a full set of whiskers on his face, and is wearing a ragged plaid shirt. Even a pair of pants is not long enough, and his ankles are still wrapped around the outside. , I tied a hemp rope around my waist. As for my feet, I just stepped on a pair of Chinese-made sandals, which were almost broken.
It's true that we are not afraid of the cold in this kind of place.
"Go away, you can't go there," Wang Chaoyang kicked Wang Weilong's body with his sandal.
Wang*Wei*long was also dressed similarly to Wang Chaoyang at this time.
In order to look more like Uncle Hei, the legs, feet and arms of the two people were also painted in the shape of Uncle Hei. It was not the extremely black kind, but a brown-black one with a shiny look.
"Well, well, yes, the disguise is good, but it's not close to anything," Long Yuanquan said.
"Is this what you're talking about?" Luo Xuan brought two large black scarves over.
Should this thing be called an Arab kerchief?
Anyway, I just wrapped my head and face tightly with these two pieces of rags that could barely be regarded as scarves, leaving only a pair of eyes still spinning.
"Here, where did you get this? Why does it smell like pickled vegetables?" Wang Weilong smelled his clothes and almost vomited.
"I stabbed the front with Qiang and grabbed two tongues, which were pulled out from their bodies," Luo Xuan said.
"There won't be fleas here, right?" The expression on Wang Weilong's face was really wonderful, as if he had taken a bite of extremely bitter yellow lotus followed by a bite of mustard.
"I think you should worry about whether these shoes have athlete's foot,"
Wang Chaoyang looked at the pair of sandals on his feet that looked like he had stepped on them and said.
This thing feels sticky when I wear it on my feet. I don't know what kind of disgusting thing it is.
"Uh, stop talking, I vomited," Wang Weilong said after turning his back and spitting out a mouthful of sour water.
But when Wang Weilong turned around after vomiting, he found that Wang Chaoyang glanced at his vomit with great resentment, then stood there and vomited beautifully.
So Wang*Wei*long couldn't bear it anymore. His stomach was churning and he vomited uncontrollably.
Suddenly, the smell and visual impact of the entire camp became unusually strong.
So much so that the special forces soldiers fled.
Finally, after finally not vomiting, Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong decisively went to the river to wash their feet... vomited all over their insteps... and by the way, the two of them washed their sandals.
After washing, Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong felt comfortable and sat by the river to dry their feet and sandals, leaving the others there to clean up silently.
Fortunately, the makeup materials used are waterproof, otherwise the two pairs of big white legs of Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong would have leaked and become trapped.
It wasn't until their feet and shoes were dry that Wang Weilong and Wang Chaoyang returned to the camp.
"Thank you both for saving us a breakfast," Lin Xue said to the two of them teasingly.
"Okay, it's getting late, hurry up and get them on their way. Go and come back early," Gao Fei said.
"Sniper team, prepare to cover them," Sha Junlong also picked up his gun and said.
Another recommended carrying device with only four magazine pouches was tied to Wang Chaoyang and hung on his chest, which was filled with AK-47 magazines. Then Wang Chaoyang was stuffed with a tattered AK-47.
Wang*Wei*long was slung with two bullet belts, one on the left and one on the right, and then stuffed an RPK machine gun.
Wang*Weilong's current look is really domineering and revealing.
"Let's go, go early and come back early," Gao Fei waved to the two people.
The sniper team, Luo Xingyi and Sha Junlong, wearing concealment ghillie suits, drove two people to a low-lying area one kilometer away from the city.
"We will wait for you here and give you four hours. If you need anything, just call us," Sha Junlong put an old Nokia into Wang Chaoyang's hand.
Wang Chaoyang took a look and saw that this Nokia still had a monochrome screen.
But on the battlefield, Nokia is the most practical. It is a weapon that can be used both offensively and defensively. Nokia can be used as a brick to shoot enemies when entering, and as a body armor as a bullet when retreating. It is very practical.
And a place like this can only afford old Nokia mobile phones that cost 300 to 400 yuan each.
Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong walked out of the low-lying area and walked onto the main road.
"Don't be so arrogant, we are gangsters now," Wang Chaoyang said after stabbing Wang Weilong in the butt with a gun.
Wang Chaoyang stabbed him with a gun, which frightened Wang Wei Long Ke.
"What are you doing? You're crazy. You can't point a gun at someone," Wang Weilong shouted.
"Calm down, calm down, we are militiamen now. Do the militiamen know this?" Wang Chaoyang said.
When Wang Chaoyang said this, he was reminded of the "Civil War Gate" incident of contracted authors that was very popular on the Internet at that time.
Specifically, Wang Chaoyang, as a book reader, only has a good relationship with a contracted author and knows a little bit about the author's space dynamics, but he doesn't know the specific situation.
Wang Chaoyang remembers a very cool sentence at that time: Do migrant workers understand online games? Don’t migrant workers earn some money and send it home for their children to go to school? How can they have money to play J8 online games? At first glance, they have no experience of life, and they are writing blind J8 ,Fortunately, God...
Wang Chaoyang felt that his sentence "Do the militiamen know these things?" was about the same lethality as his sentence "Do migrant workers know about online games?"
In fact, when it comes to makeup investigation, the key is not appearance. Even if you dress incompatible with the locals, they may think you are a rural non-mainstream and kill you.
The key is that you have to be conscious and imitate the small details such as posture, movements, and habits. You have to treat yourself as a local, so that you can act like that. It's like you have directly stripped the skin of a militia and worn it on your body. , looks very similar on the outside, but when you kick and walk in goose-step, aren't you directly telling the enemy "I am an undercover agent".
details make a difference.
After being reminded by Wang Chaoyang and being frightened, Wang Weilong suddenly got it right, including his walking posture and everything.
Only then did Wang Chaoyang feel that Wang Weilong had walked in step before and acted in a regular manner. This was not a habit, but because he was nervous.
"Hey, eat some of this, it will help," Wang Chaoyang took out a piece of chocolate and handed it to Wang Weilong.
"What does this smell like?" Wang Weilong looked at Wang Chaoyang with distrust. This piece of chocolate must have been taken out of Wang Chaoyang's body. Thinking of the smell on his clothes, it was like a lump of smoke.
"It's sauerkraut flavor, eat it, isn't it vacuum-packed?" Wang Chaoyang deliberately teased Wang Weilong first.
"Uh," Wang Weilong frowned, opened the package, and stuffed the chocolate into his mouth.
Wang*Weilong doesn’t want any part of his body to get touched by chocolate.
At this moment, a private car drove up from a distance.
Wang Chaoyang looked at the two people in the car, an old man and a fat woman, both wearing rustic clothes. They were probably not powerful people, so he immediately jumped to the middle of the road.
Yes, definitely jump.
Wang Chaoyang grabbed the gun in panic and jumped into the middle of the road. His action was very funny. If Wang Weilong didn't know that Wang Chaoyang was a special soldier, he would have thought that this guy didn't take the medicine or took the wrong medicine. It was just a bit of military common sense. None of them can do this.
Now, Wang Weilong can only say one thing: "You are such a good actor."
Wang Chaoyang waited for the car to approach, then screamed wildly and fired a machine gun at the ground in front of the car.
The driver was so frightened that he stopped the car.
Wang Chaoyang pulled Wang Weilong and got into the car very roughly.
Wang Chaoyang pointed the gun at the driver and then at the city, repeating this, and even made a fierce look, but did not speak.
The old African lady in the passenger seat turned pale with fright (Nah, the pale face of a black African is the color of a god's horse). She grabbed the cross on her chest and kept chanting. As for what she was chanting, Wang Chaoyang and Wang*wei *The dragon can’t understand it either.
The driver didn't pay attention to Wang Chaoyang's meaning for a long time, but kept begging for mercy (it seemed like he was begging for mercy, but Wang Chaoyang really couldn't understand what he said.
In the end, Wang Chaoyang also became anxious. As time goes by, flaws might be revealed.
Wang Chaoyang fired directly at the roof of the car. Suddenly, the two people in the car fell silent.
Wang Chaoyang raised his lips in the direction of the city again and growled: "Huh,"
The old man understood immediately and stepped on the accelerator to get out.
Immediately, Wang Chaoyang was worried that this broken car, which was making noise everywhere, would run away because of its speed, leaving the body of the car intact.
But at least we made it into the city without any danger.
There was no interrogation at the checkpoint at the entrance to the city, and they looked very lazy. It may have been because they saw two militiamen, Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong, sitting in the car.
Wang Chaoyang asked the driver to drive the car into a secluded alley, then knocked both of them unconscious with a gun and stuffed them into the trunk.
Wang Chaoyang didn't want to expose his target because of a moment of soft-heartedness.
After that, Wang Chaoyang and Wang Weilong walked to the downtown area as if they were strolling around.
There is a market in the center of the downtown area. This kind of place has always been a place where good and bad people are mixed, and all kinds of gossip are spread wildly. It is the base of the domestic community old ladies. The role of the community garden is the same.
Moreover, this kind of place is connected in all directions, has a complicated internal structure, and the situation is also very complicated. If the situation goes bad and you need to run away, it is very suitable for getting rid of the chasing soldiers.
"Would you like to go in?" Wang Weilong asked.
After eating chocolate, Wang Weilong felt much better and was no longer nervous. He swung his arms and followed Wang Chaoyang.
"Of course you have to go in, this kind of place is a good place," Wang Chaoyang said.
"Then let's go,"
"Wait, let's take a look," Wang Chaoyang said, carrying a gun and walking to a stall at the entrance of the market, pretending to choose.
This is a stall for buying wood carvings. You won't attract much attention even if you don't buy for a long time. As long as the time is short, Wang Chaoyang just needs to observe the surrounding situation and doesn't need too much time, so this choice is very good.
Wang Weilong took advantage of Wang Chaoyang's observation and looked around behind him as if nothing had happened.