When the moon was high in the sky and the ground was shrouded in darkness, Zaitsev and his colleagues returned to their position.
Several soldiers who were gathered together were dared to open by the officer, and the road leading to the tent of the special forces headquarters was cleared. From a distance, you could see that the tent curtain was opened, and Captain Danilov was sitting on the ammunition box waiting for them. From
Judging from the pile of half-burned cigarette butts on the ground, the captain had been waiting for a long time, maybe a whole day. Because of this and other reasons, the captain was in a bad mood, with anger, frustration and anxiety mixed in his eyes.
Too bad.
This was the captain's idea, and it was also the idea of the sharpshooters. There were 15 people in this small team when they set out, but nearly half of them were missing when they came back. Unfortunately, seven of their companions became the trophies of the enemy's elite hunters.
Frustration filled his body and overflowed into the air, and the aroma of fried sausage became tasteless.
"Captain."
Zaitsev walked up to Danilov, stood at attention, and saluted.
"Vasily."
The captain did not return the favor. He took out a silver cigarette case from his coat pocket, took out a cigarette with a gold filter tip, and stuffed it into his mouth. Then he put the cigarette to his ear and continued:
"Praise the Mother Goddess, you are back alive."
The captain and the soldiers were stunned for a moment at the same time. Such defeatist words were not suitable to be spoken from an officer's mouth and to a group of soldiers. After a pause for a few seconds, Danilov asked seriously:
"The other party is the sharpshooter of the Hairless Monkey? Did you kill them? Or did you not meet them?"
"We met them, but couldn't find them. We couldn't kill them."
"Can't kill it?"
"Those monkeys were well hidden. I knew they were in the forest, searching for our location, but they just couldn't find him. I hoped he would reveal his flaws, but he never gave me a chance."
The game of endurance continued until the sun went down. The hunters who were searching for each other were trying their best not to expose themselves while searching for traces of the enemy. Zaitsev remained patient, and so did the other side. They continued like this until dark.
Then he ended today's confrontation and postponed the decisive battle to the next time.
It's very simple, yet very torturous.
"Those guys must have been in the forest and know the rules of the forest very well. They are good at camouflage and have very good equipment. The brothers who were killed were all shot at a distance of more than 200 meters. They were all shot in the head.
Not a single shot missed."
Taking a deep breath, Zaitsev took off his military cap and scratched his head vigorously.
"One of the guys is particularly good. He can hit a target 300 meters away."
"Mother Goddess above..."
Captain Danilov made a cross on his chest. 300 meters, a full 50 meters more than Zaitsev's limit of 250 meters, a fatal advantage.
The captain took the cigarette, put it back in his mouth, and took it out again.
"That is to say, you have been confronting each other all day today, right?"
"Yes, Captain."
The sharpshooters answered together, speaking as calmly as possible so that the captain would not notice their frustration and annoyance.
Lying in the mud, staying with one or more rotting corpses, unable to move or make a sound, with a high degree of concentration, and nerves stretched to the point of breaking at any time - staying in this state for nearly 10 hours.
In the end, nothing was found. This is the worst situation that the combat heroes have encountered so far. What's worse is that this situation may happen repeatedly in the next period of time.
The only comfort that is not comfortable is: their opponents are the same, no matter the situation and feelings, they will not be better than where they are.
The captain finally lit the cigarette. After a few sips, he stopped all movements, did not speak, did not smoke, just like a sculpture that twisted cigarettes, motionless.
Love is unwilling to throw the cigarette rolls on the ground.
"You are very lucky. We reported at the Lapland's spies. A few days ago, there was a group of Lapland people who had the latest equipment to resume guns on Viubao, and then I didn't know where to go. It seems that you met the Rapland Hunter today
. ""
Zaidov's eyebrows jumped, and Lydemila, who was not afraid of the sky, tightened his face, and others were even more serious.
Different from those who do not pay the ice and snow forests in the eyes of the self -funded funding assistant, the Principality has a profound understanding of this country that has been fighting several times, just as Rapland has a deep understanding of the public country.
Someone once described this: Different from the southern countries born with a golden spoon, from the moment Lapland was born, there was a dagger in his mouth.
Due to the first line of confrontation with the Principality all year round, Raplan's militaryization level ranks first in the world. Except for the Arphham behind the invisible scenes, there are almost no children who raised their children in the country in military training.
The only exception is Rapland.
For the Rapland, the invasion of the Principality is part of life. During a certain period, the life of the farmers in Rapland started like this: Starting in the morning, spend 2 hours to fight against the Principality Satalog, and then rushed to the market, then rushed to the market.
After buying daily necessities, rush to the cropland immediately, and the Mao Xiong Big Bing PK for a woman in the village community and grabbing food and a woman for one hour, and then lunch to rest.
Check the trap around the crops at dusk and start home ...
Daily dealing with the fighting nation, Rapland itself also contaminated the characteristics of many fighting peoples. Although the combat effectiveness of the regular army is relatively scum, there is no public.
Once a public dispatch of a army of nearly 30,000 people in an attempt to break through from the Suo Muzali area, it took 2 weeks to surrender Raplan. But due to the unfamiliar terrain, the army ranked into a long snake along the road.
The team's distance is up to 100 kilometers. Lapland militias who are familiar with the local environment are wearing a white cape, using a sled and skiing plate for flexible maneuverability.
The people are hidden in the snow, and the soldier soldiers who are surrounded by the bonfire. Or destroy the enemy of small stocks with advantages. In the end, the army was destroyed. A total of 27,500 people died or froze, and 1900 were captured.
Thousands of people successfully flee back to the Principality, and were sent to the military court and died in the Gullar Islands.
Since then, the Rapland militia, which is wearing a white cloak, has been gliding quickly on the snow, has become one of the most unwilling to encounter an enemy of the Principality.
National experience. Let everyone practice queuing and shoot tactics. Instead, they have adjusted and trained traditional militias, selected powerful soldiers to form hunters, and equip them with the best guns to better play their role.
It now appears. These hunters evolved from the militia did not disappoint their king. As they envisioned, Gong ** was trapped by unprecedented trouble.
"It turns out that this is the case with a ski board from the swamp."
Liu Demala said lowly. As she guessed, the ski board increased the contact area. The unit pressure also decreased. Although the action would become slower, the Rapland hunter could enter the forest safely and hidden.
"Listen, this group of guys are here to kill you."
Danilov said more than just a warning that the cold eyes were printed with a tight face.
"Albion lobster must tell everything that happened on the battlefield -the object of the crowd, time, location, ammunition site, precautions, I am afraid that they have fully studied it.
Your way of action has formulated corresponding countermeasures. So- "
The captain lowered his voice, his fingers hooked up, and the gods and gunners immediately moved closer.
"Listen, I have a new plan ..."
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"Lieutenant, don't you come with a cup?"
"No, Shaman, take Sai Bo, don't let our nightmen fall asleep."
"You can forget it."
Showering, the scholars exited the tent with the coffee that was almost thickened. After a while, the teenager's scream and the middle -aged people smiled almost at the same time.
——This group of excess energy guys.
Shaking his head and smiled bitterly, Lieutenant Haier continued to bury his head and ink, and then wrote a few lines of words, and the pen stopped again.
He didn't know how to write the weird situation of this day.
But from the perspective of losses, the human camp is the winner, but Haier believes that this victory is not perfect.
The initial plan was to use the opponent's unfamiliar tactics to fight a ambush war. The maximum weakening of the public gunner troops, even if they could not wipe out, at least make them unable to recover for a period of time.
But in the end, they failed to achieve this purpose. Although the other party had a loss, it was still not hurting muscles. With this experience, they would become more difficult to deal with.
If it weren't for that mysterious "breath", it would not be possible to become such a talent.
Haier caught the flaws of Zaisov several times in the battle, but every time, before preparing to shoot, the breath of the beast would be wrapped up.
It was not a substantial existence, and it could not even prove that there was that kind of thing, but Haier did really feel that there was "what" observed this battlefield from a distance, and even indirectly interfered with the battlefield.
It is a kind of intuition as a hunter and a warrior, and a kind of intuition after accumulating experience. Whenever anyone is staring, this feeling will emerge.
Haier believes in his intuition, but those who are proud will only look at the problem from the result. The Albion guy will not. Except for what they are willing to believe, nothing else is accepted.
After sighing, Haier pulled out a piece of paper and re -wrote the battle report.
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"These are all the rest."
The priest of the Principality glanced at the neatly neat iron box and swallowed a spit.
These small boxes look no different from canned lunch meat. In fact, it is the product that comes out of the same assembly line. The only difference is that the contents inside are not lunch meat that frown many people.
In order to enhance, a layer of iron nails, steel beads, and glass fragments were added inside.
This is a bomb.
The priest is very aware of the power of this kind of thing, and is also very sure that no normal person would be willing to use this thing. Everyone who has witnessed this kind of bomb testing situation knows that only a madman who longs to see the Mother Goddess will use this thing.
Son.
But now, there are exceptions.
"Please sign."
The man in black business attire handed over the folder without any expression on his face. To him, this was just work, not noble or dirty, just a part of life. He waited for the priest to sign the document slowly.
After receiving the proof of receipt of the goods, he bowed neatly, turned around and left.
He still had a lot of work to do, and there was no time to waste. After a while, all the carriages left the scene and rushed to the next destination.
It wasn't until the last carriage disappeared into the night that the priest turned around and looked at the boxes of bombs and "accessory equipment." He remained silent for a long time. After a while, he made a gesture, and the soldiers immediately took the goods away.
and "accessories" moved into the cabin.
It was an inconspicuous hut, which was suitable for use as a disguise. Under the hut was a secret room.
There are no windows, and there is only one door to communicate with the outside world. The room itself is quite spacious, and it will not become crowded even if a large amount of goods are moved in. Under the illumination of several candlesticks and magic circles, there is no lighting.
Problem. But maybe there is insufficient air circulation, and a sinister smell like a tomb reverberates in the room.
There may be no difference between this place and a tomb, because this is also a place where life is buried.
"For the victory of the principality and for the only truth, give everything you have."
Standing in the center of the magic circle, the elderly priest shrouded in robes said coldly, the abducted children shivered in the corner, watching the principality soldiers approach step by step...
As if she couldn't bear to witness what happened next, the moon hid in the dark clouds, and the night wind was vaguely mixed with the screams of children. (To be continued...)