A month of quiet and minor fights may be a good respite for the soldiers fighting on the front lines, while the intelligence work is tormenting. Wandering on the outskirts of the Southern Cape, Hardist was close to the main forces of the Combine but far from the front line, and in every now and then they eliminated a group of guerrillas.

The grumpy Noyelu began to complain, and Patrick had nothing to say, because it was what happened. If he doesn't find some active tasks, I'm afraid he will be moldy and rusty.

Just when they were impatient, Junoan contacted Patrick in time, saying that there was an important operation that they needed to complete.

"Junoan told me that the guerrillas in the Southern Cape had a converted gunboat of civilian vessels that moved along the river to provide long-range artillery support to the Wehrmacht, which had dealt heavy damage to our front line. Patrick said.

"I don't believe that a country with tractors and vintage cars can transform a gunboat that provides long-range artillery firepower. Madness said slightly excitedly, "I hope it's TASA, otherwise it's too boring." ”

"So...... We're going to help the Combine clean them up?" Noyeru asked.

"It's just us," Patrick corrected, "do you have anything to complain about?"

"Not at all, do you know where this gunboat is?"

"To the southeast of us, moored on the bank of the river a kilometer away, is providing cover for the municipal prison defended by the enemy. "We've got to get out of the way now, and get rid of this moving point as soon as possible while the Combine is still holding on, or God knows where it's going to go." ”

"Just what I wanted. ”

Patrick, G41, and Noyelu boarded a rubber dinghy, started their engines, and followed the river and rumbling sounds, and it wasn't long before they saw the gunboat that the intelligence was referring to. Artillery fire cut through the darkness and lit up the sky, and the converted ships not only had several naval guns, but were also covered with a solid layer of armor that was enough to withstand blasting from the outside.

As Task Force Hadist approached the riverbank, three hundred meters from its target, Patrick turned off the lights and allowed the dinghy to blend into the night. They switched to night vision mode and observed the situation on the river banks around the gunboat.

The enemy occupied the docks of the fishing boats, and the guards of the gunboats patrolled the banks and docks with great vigilance. Patrick's scans were more than that, the red imaging showed TASA using optical camouflage on guard, and he wouldn't have been able to detect their exact location if it hadn't been for the madness that turned off the jammer.

The dinghy floated another hundred meters or so, stopping at a shallow part of the river, just outside the range of the searchlights. The three of them disembarked, and Patrick stood waist-deep in the water, the near-shore water plants even higher than his head.

"The host ......"

Patrick hears G41 calling at him, and turns around to find that the river is almost over her shoulder, and she can't shoot in this situation.

"Well," said Patrick in a low voice, "you go ashore to take cover, and Noyeru and I go through the river." ”

"I'm sorry ......"

"There's nothing to apologize for," Patrick patted her head, "Remember, keep a low profile." ”

With that, they went their separate ways. The sound of artillery fire completely drowned out the sound of the two men wading in the bushes, and if they were not very close, they would basically be inaudible. When the searchlight swept in, they stopped, waited for the light to move away, and then moved on.

They came to the dock, where two black men on patrol were talking to each other, and soldiers in red turbans were talking quickly to their watch-wearing companions. Patrick raised his hand to let Noyelu stay where he was, and he dived from under the dock to the other side, ready to go.

"G41, take out the two TASAs on the edge of the dock. ”

As soon as the words fell, there were two muffled noises on the other end of the communicator, and the two red figures fell silently and disappeared.

"Confirmed kill. ”

Patrick looked at Noyeru, who had already pulled out her cutlass and prepared it.

They waited silently for the searchlight to sweep through, then leapt out of the water, grabbed their respective targets by the collars, and dragged them into the water, their Hidden Blades and Cutlass slicing through the carotid arteries at the same time. Quietly killing the two guards, they dragged the bodies under the docks and hid them until the searchlights passed.

The two quickly landed on the river bank and fired at the G41, quietly clearing out the guards a little further away from the gunboat. The enemy had no idea who had killed them, the luckier ones could realize that they were dead, and the luckier ones would see the ethereal figure of the man who killed them before they died.

"The tenth. Noyeru said, hiding the body she had killed.

"They've found out what you've done," said the madman, "oh~ they're half scared to death, and they're ready to sail away." ”

"G41, knock out the people on the searchlights and lookouts. Patrick said. It was too late to start the engine, and he thought as he climbed onto the gunboat, the mechanical arm allowing him to easily cling to the metal hull.

He turned onto the deck, and the gunboat had stopped shelling, lifted anchor and began to sail. Patrick was drenched, water dripping from the edges of his clothes, and the crew, terrified as if they had seen a ghost, raised their guns and shot at him.

Patrick threw himself behind cover, picked up his rifle and fought back, killing five or six of his enemies in a row until they did not dare to stop suppressing his fire. He threw smoke grenades, creating a smoke screen that enveloped the deck, then ran to the other side of the bunker and jumped off the deck to slam the enemy who couldn't see him.

He rushed to the guns, intending to load the bombs on the guns and make the ship explode with his shells. As soon as he turned to the loading position, he collided head-on with a TASA, who subconsciously dodged Patrick's shot and raised his gun to return fire, but Patrick rushed forward and threw out his Hidden Blade and slit his throat.

The deck of the gunboat was covered in blood, and Patrick planted bombs while occasionally meeting the enemy troops running out of the ship. The sound of bullet casings falling at his feet, the sparks of bullets hitting the deck, and even the pain of being shot, he was already numb. This familiar feeling he had not felt for a long time, and when he embraced the war again, he had never expected to be so calm.

He had forgotten that he had long been accustomed to living in a hail of bullets, and he had almost forgotten the adrenaline-pumping thrill.

Patrick loaded the last bomb, emptied the rifle magazine, and then rushed out in the face of enemy gunfire, jumping out without hesitation. In mid-air, he detonated a bomb with a loud sound that almost deafened his ears. He plunged headlong into the murky waters of the river, and it took a long time for him to emerge and look back at the enemy gunboats. The hull of the ship broke in two in the light of the fire, and gradually sank to the bottom, breaking the waves to send floating objects out, nothing more than waste such as fuel and corpses.

"Hey, dude! It's been a long time since you've seen fireworks on this scale, but luckily you haven't forgotten you're a blaster. After saying the madness, there was a burst of crazy laughter.

"Patrick, I have to say......" In the midst of his manial laughter, he heard Noyelu calling, "I don't want to stay in the rear any longer, we need to go to the front." ”

Patrick sighed.

"I agree. He said.