Just as it was getting dark, a message came from the walkie-talkie.

The gang didn't know if they felt something, so they actually came and divided into three teams. The distance between the front and back was two or three kilometers, not to mention, and they also stopped for a while, and even sent two scouts to go forward.

So, let's put it mildly, this group of grandsons was definitely sent by some miscellaneous countries outside to harm the Chinese people. Where did the general smugglers come from, this absolutely militarized mode of travel?

Especially this mode of dividing troops to advance with scouts to explore the way, it is simply the signature of the national special forces standard that was knocked down by a bird in a certain period of time!

Speaking of this signboard, it is really related to the ** people. In the past, in the jungle of Vietnam, those masters who were good at guerrilla warfare used this model to make the country suffer a lot, and it is estimated that the country was hurt by such a means of coping.

Anyway, if they bumped into the attacker and ambush, they lost at most one of the squads, and the other people heard the gunshots and ran wildly. Strive to keep the number of casualties to a minimum.

We can't do anything, so we can only wait for the children and grandchildren to camp at night. And according to the speed of the group of children and grandchildren, at least before the sky is completely dark, these children and grandsons can reach the most suitable river valley for camping.

We can't go out in the bunker, and we have to pay attention to changing the breathing channel from time to time. If a day and a night were to use a breathing channel, the snow would be an eroding opening, and those who had fought and oiled could see at a glance that they were looking for death.

Lying on my stomach until the afternoon, something was wrong.

The Luohan brother told me through the single soldier frequency band that something was wrong with his body, and he couldn't breathe, as if he had a donkey hair stuffed in his throat!

Before I could react, I said, Luohan, is your breathing passage blocked, you can take out another one yourself, try it?

The arhat was not angry.

Then, the sentinel in front of him suddenly gave a combat signal.

Those sons and grandsons are really not stupid and bold characters, in addition to the scouts who came out of the camel caravan, they actually sent three forward soldiers, and they walked lightly for a few hours, and now they have appeared at the mouth of the river valley.

The valley was a loop, with a large rock at either end blocking the cold wind and our view. All I could see was a guy in a white snow camouflage suit with an AK in his hand. The code from the walkie-talkie said that there were two more walking along the slow slope next to the river valley, which happened to be a three-person three-dimensional firepower structure.

It was so close!

I could see that the guy still had the AK in his hand with pips on it, the mustache on his mouth, and the white ice stubble on it. I could hear even the creaking footsteps of the guy slowly stepping on the snow.

I watched him walk past me, and looked around as he went, meaning to walk around to see if there was something ambushed or something was wrong.

I have to say that Kuangming's brother is really an old oilman, and he has fought in battles.

The lurking sites we chose just happened to be the blind spots that ordinary people are accustomed to. In order to prevent those grandsons from inadvertently stepping on us, we still have a few small mounds around us, just enough for those grandsons to stand on them and look into the distance, but we would never have thought that a step or two next to the mound was hiding a group of Chinese gentlemen with guns.

The three forwards walked the valley two times back, and then walked to the center of the valley and sat down. It is sheltered from the wind and snow, even if you make a fire, and the smoke can slowly drift along a large area of eaves like rocks, so it is definitely a good place to camp.

I just stared at the three grandsons as they took the fuel canister out of their rucksacks, and then the snow from the side, and then boiled the water, and then I smelled the scent of black tea.

Not to mention, these children and grandsons are really well-equipped, and the field rations we go out to eat do not have this, although the calories and the like are absolutely up to standard, but the taste is definitely not as good as the field rations brought by these children and grandsons.

With greed in my mouth and itching in my heart, I hate these children and grandchildren more and more!

Wouldn't it be the end of your stay in your own country? Why are you running around China in the ice and snow, and you don't do serious things, and you are smoking? You still hurt the old people, a group of people are running around in the snow, eating on their stomachs, not eating, sleeping, not sleeping, and if they want to go to the toilet, they can only solve it on their stomachs?

I didn't say it, now I'll tell you to be happy for a while, and when you all arrive, you can wait for Grandpa to take a gun and name you! This is your last meal, the Chinese master is an authentic person, and he is kind, knowing that you are a prisoner on death row, we will kindly reward you with a bite of food on the road!

Just thinking about it, I feel much better!

Just quietly prepare the guy in your hand, just wait for the instructor's order, let's go down the mountain, the wolf pounces and smashes these grandsons!

I don't know if it's my hallucination.

I seem to hear a coughing sound from where the Arhat is hiding? Although it was very light, I still felt it, and looking at the movement of the three grandsons, I seemed to hear something, and there were two of them, so I grabbed the AK and stared around.

The empty mountain was silent, and even the sound of panting could be heard far away, not to mention a cough in the nearby snow!

Maybe God helps!

Just as the three grandsons were about to get up to check, a whirlwind roared in the sheltered loop, and the snowflakes hit the rocks on both sides of the valley, sounding like someone was wheezing and coughing.

The three grandsons hesitated for a while, then listened with their ears pricked up and sat down to continue boiling water to make tea and eat.

It was slowly getting dark.

Almost before it was dark, I finally heard the popping sound of the huge hooves of the camels trampling the snow, and a strong smell of smoke coming down the wind.

Then I saw more than a dozen camels and thirty people walking towards the place where the three sharp soldiers lit the fire one after another. It is estimated that the three pioneers have been very relieved of the place surveyed, and those camel teams only sent two wandering scouts to randomly set up sentry posts on both sides of the river valley, and the others just led the camels around the campfire, and then a group of people roasted and drank tea next to the campfire.

I'll just say that this group of grandchildren is definitely not as simple as an ordinary camel smuggling gang.

The average camel gang, even those smugglers, are very distressed about camels. When they arrived at the camping place, they first did not eat, first prepared forage for the camels, and then fed the camels first.

A camel is a car in the wilderness, and even if it is a smuggling profit, it is reluctant to waste such a hard-working animal.

Having a lot of money and smashing thatched houses with cruise missiles is the signature behavior of a country that lacks Germany.

From my vantage point, it seemed that the grandchildren had been gone for a day, and it was estimated that they were indeed tired from dodging and scurrying around in the snow, and several of the grandchildren had removed their sleeping bags from their camels and looked ready for a good night's sleep.

And those three forward soldiers, which are really the usual methods used by a certain army of the fucking country, when the big army rests, it is their marching time, and those three guys start to pack up their things and prepare to continue to explore the way.

The instructor's order finally came over the walkie-talkie: "Hit!" ”

We slammed to our feet from our bunker and ran out, and as we stood up, the sniper rifles of the two groups in the distance had gone off, and the two men who were lazily guarding on both sides of the valley fell headlong into the snow!

The snipers are all veterans, and they are all shots with AK as a sniper rifle, let alone with an SVD? Both sentinels were on the spot, and there was no suspense at all.

To say that those sons and grandsons are really tactical.

Almost at the same time as the gunshots rang out, I saw at least four guys grab the AK in their hands and run to the side of the camel, and before I think about it, it just swept over the general direction, which is really where our snipers are ambushed.

Another thing we didn't expect was that those children and grandsons were really not fools.

We've all been lurking in advance, and we've been out of the Sentinels to track the scouts, but we still haven't noticed anything.

There are actually two snipers hiding in those grandchildren.

I watched as a brother next to me just jumped up and then stumbled down, lying on the snow and dyeing the snow red in a second.

Another brother had just shot a short shot at the group of grandsons in the valley and sat on the ground with a hole the size of a bowl in his stomach.

The brother probably wanted to stand up, but the intestines were already gushing out, and then the brother lost his strength and fell to the ground.

I'm not a proponent of the idea of winning by pure technology, I'm more of a brave one who relies on mental strength and the necessary tools to win.

But I still can't help but say that sometimes the difference in equipment can really kill people!

The snipers of those children and grandchildren carried equipment that was indeed beyond our imagination and estimates.

A full set of anti-infrared thermal clothing, multi-purpose snow camouflage cape, short-frequency communicator, thermal detector, built-in circulatory support system......

It was with these pieces of equipment that the two snipers escaped our scout reconnaissance. If our scouts are a little less skilled, it is estimated that this ambush can become a massacre caused by this group of precautionary grandsons!

The guys hiding behind the camels probably thought we were brothers of the border armed police, and they actually pulled a knife and stabbed the camel in the buttocks, intending to use a camel to cover the fire and break through as usual.

But we've been on guard for a long time!

The camel is huge, and the long-term cold environment has long been adapted to the rough skin and thick flesh, as long as the ordinary bullet hits it, it is estimated that the camel hurts even faster, and rushes stupidly.

So we've been preparing something for a long time to deal with the camel formation. To put it simply, I would like to thank the brothers of Baicheng, your tactical creativity is really nothing, and the directional mine is really small and exquisite, and everyone loves it, that is the necessary material for home travel and battlefield!

The general directional lightning is electric, but in the alpine region, the electric ignition is so unstable.

When we were at the plateau base, we encountered a weather of more than 20 degrees below zero, and we didn't feel much about the fire in the tent at that time, but the next morning when we went out, we saw that a three-point-thick steel plate on the ground actually froze and changed color.

Several brothers were also curious at that time, so they lined up in a horizontal line, and the six gentlemen's cold-proof boots slipped and smashed over, and the steel plate cracked with a bang.

Therefore, the general wire is so frozen that it may freeze into several pieces overnight, and when the time comes, even if you press the button into the detonator, the directional mine will not explode......

So the brothers in Baicheng came up with a method of radio detonation.

At that time, I heard two loud noises, and then the sky was full of dry and hard snow powder, and a few explosions flew all over the sky, and more than a dozen camels that started to run wildly fell down at once, and at least half of the other camels were also startled, and they just lay on the snow and screamed in horror.

But while the snow powder flying in the sky covered the grandson who wanted to break through, he came over with a fan of random strafing.

I watched as one of the brothers fell to his knees with a scream, and then he screamed, took the machine gun, and began to suppress the fire with long burst fire.

But the firepower of those children and grandchildren was concentrated on him.

I watched as the brother was covered in clouds of blood, and then the machine gun in his hand swept up in the sky, and I knew that the brother wanted to hold down the muzzle of the gun, and I knew that the brother wanted to fight the gang of sons and grandsons, but my brother had already been shot at least five or six times.

Seven-point sixty-two caliber bullets!

The 7.62 mm conical cylinder looks like the size of a peanut, and if it were really peanuts, a man like me would be able to eat half a catty in one meal.

But that's steel!

The steel that was burned so hot by the explosion of gunpowder was that the steel penetrated my brother's body and tore my brother's ** and killed my brother!

But until that brother fell, I watched him pull the trigger of the machine gun!

I know, it's a fight to the death!

Until death in battle!

My eyes are red!

I don't know how many of my soldiers are on the battlefield? But when I saw my brother screaming to knock down three of them, I was really red-eyed!

I don't remember any tactical moves or combat coordination at the time, it was purely the instinct of my usual training, which allowed me to keep a low posture and shoot the guy in my hand in a short spot.

But there is only one word left in my mind - kill!

Then my brothers told me I was crazy!

The grandsons who were hiding behind the camels greeted me with at least five or six AKs, but I was actually jumping up and down like monkeys, only rushing towards them, and the guy in my hand never stopped firing, and the hit rate was not low, so I watched the guy in my hand flip one over as soon as he got angry, and then he flipped another.

I don't know if I was holding my blood or freezing for a day and a night?

My brother said that at that time, my face was blue, my eyes were blood-red, and I was grinning and my teeth were all a living ghost.

I think luck is one thing, and on the other hand, it's thanks to the two veteran brothers who were holding sniper rifles.

After all, it's a soldier who has been oiled!

Watching his brother lie down, the two veteran brothers immediately jumped up from the bunker, and then the visibility was so poor, still looking for targets in high-speed running, and then aiming and firing.

One shot at a time, it's still a bully.

Otherwise, can I survive with my red-eyed stupid beating like a whole person of two hundred and five?

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