In Siberia in March, the wind is still bitterly cold, and the last snow before the weather warms up, finally falls.

Snowflakes and rain made visibility very low, some of the unpaved roads were muddy, and the bad weather prevented helicopters from taking off, making it difficult to search for the Siberian army.

However, the military and police have tightly sealed off all the main roads in and out of the Siberian province, and they have narrowed the encirclement from the outer 200 kilometers from the periphery with the location of the training camp as the central point.

"Cheer me up, the murderer of the general is likely to be in this area!"

More than 80 kilometers from the Black Market Training Camp, a company of soldiers fanned out the area, and after Lowski's death, a hundred kilometers around the training camp was designated as a key area, where the Kremlin had almost invested the strength of two army groups.

"Hell, how can you find a murderer in such weather? I bet the man must have run into the mountains. ”

A soldier with the rank of senior soldier slipped to the ground, his face covered with mud, his body shivered when the cold wind blew him, and he couldn't help but complain when he stood up.

Siberia is thousands of kilometers in circumference, sparsely populated, and especially with several mountain ranges, and it is impossible for people to search for all the places if they drill into the old forests.

"Joseph, shut your mouth, if you can't find the murderer, we will all be thrown into this ice and snow to guard the border!"

A man with the rank of captain glared at the senior soldier viciously, not many people know the news of Lovesky's death, their army belongs to the special brigade directly under the military region, and they know more things.

"Damn the weather!"

After hearing the words of the captain. Joseph closed his mouth tightly. However, as soon as his feet slipped, he fell hard, and this time he fell quite hard. As if he had injured his hips, Joseph struggled a little, but he couldn't get up.

He cursed in a low voice. When Joseph was about to call for help, the pupils of his eyes suddenly widened, for he noticed that the lights around his body that were intertwined in the heavy rain suddenly became flickering, and a figure shuttled among his comrades, and familiar faces kept falling to the ground.

There was no sound from all the movements, and the fallen people didn't even make cries for help and screams, like a black-and-white movie. A creepy feeling rose in Joseph's heart, as if death had descended on the earth and was harvesting the lives of everyone.

"Bang!" There was a sound. The rain hit Joseph's face. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the captain's pale face. There was no life in those eyes, and to Joseph's devastation, there was no sign of the captain under the head.

"Devil, devil!"

Unable to suppress the fear in his heart any longer, Joseph picked up his gun and pulled the trigger on the figure that seemed to be dancing in the rain.

However, to Joseph's despair, he did not hit the man, and the next moment he pulled the trigger, the long barrel of the submachine gun in his hand suddenly bent and could no longer shoot a bullet.

Fear was like a big hand, gripping Joseph's heart tightly, so that he almost completely suffocated, his hands were exposed, and he clutched the discarded submachine gun in his hand in vain, as if he were grasping at a life-saving straw.

Joseph couldn't care about the pain in his waist at this time, and subconsciously crawled to the side, but as soon as he looked up, he found a tall Westerner standing in front of him, holding a sharp mountain knife in his hand, and the rain was washing the blood on it to the ground.

As the gunshots rang out, the team that was originally searching in a fan shape also noticed that something was wrong, and they only found out at this time that their comrades-in-arms beside them had fallen to the ground at some point.

As if afraid of being surrounded, the man did not slash the mountain knife in his hand at Joseph's neck, hesitated slightly, turned around and ran backwards, and his body quickly disappeared into the darkness and heavy rain.

A rush of shouts rang out, and after a few short minutes, the roar of the engines of several armored vehicles was heard, and several headlights pierced through the snowflake-covered rain, illuminating the area as if it were daylight.

"Gross!"

When they saw the situation in the field clearly, the soldiers who arrived behind couldn't help but vomit loudly, because in front of them, there was a hellish scene.

In front of them, there were corpses lying crookedly, almost all of them had lost their heads, and I am afraid that this was the reason why they could not cry out, and the heads that had rolled to the ground were almost all glaring angrily, and they were not blind.

In an area of more than 30 meters, the ground has been completely stained red with blood, and the rain in the sky cannot wash away the blood, and the thick smell of blood fills everyone's nose.

"General!"

When a burly middle-aged Russian officer got out of the armored car, those who were bending over and vomiting straightened up and gave a military salute to the visitors.

"Find out the number of casualties and find survivors!" The person who came was none other than the captain of the special brigade of the Siberian Military District, Viktor, although he only managed the strength of more than 1,000 people in a regiment, but his rank was major general, and he was also a descendant of Lovesky.

Although he had participated in the Chechen war and had slaughtered civilians in the village with his own hands during his mission, Viktor's stomach twitched when he saw the scene in front of him, and the sour water in his mouth was rising, and he almost vomited like his soldiers.

The scene was so bloody that almost all the dead had lost their heads, dozens of headless corpses and round-eyed heads, rendering the atmosphere here extremely weird, and the depressed people were almost crazy.

"General, sixty-eight people died, three of them were scared to death, and twelve others were very emotionally unstable......"

After more than half an hour of statistics, the results came out, this squadron, which belongs to the special brigade of the military region, lost 68 people, almost half of the number of personnel, and more than 10 people also had a nervous breakdown, and no matter how others asked, they could not say what had just happened.

"Pass my order, mobilize heavy firepower and weapons to come, continue the search, be sure to find the enemy, and report to the Kremlin right now!"

Hearing this number, Vidocq's face twitched, this was the elite special forces he selected from the entire Siberian Military District, but in this short period of time, he actually killed more than sixty people like pigs and sheep, which was no less than a slap in Vidocq's face.

Photos of the scene were sent to the Kremlin, which caused another earthquake in the Kremlin, and no one could have imagined that the man would be so bold and dare to do such a thing in the face of hundreds of thousands of troops.

This even makes the Kremlin suspect that it is not a person who has entered the territory of Russia, but an elite special forces, and after several orders have been issued, the troops stationed on the Russian border have immediately entered a state of first-level alert -

As the commander of the special operations brigade of the Far Eastern Military District, Vidocq undoubtedly has many privileges, and he has the right to transfer troops of the same rank as him when performing tasks, so after Vidocq gave an order, the troops of several divisions next to him began to move in this direction.

A tent was erected for the marching headquarters, and more than a dozen Russian officers with the rank of colonel were gathered here, all with serious faces, and after looking at the photographs, they realized that the enemy they were facing seemed to be impossible to guess by common sense.

A map hung in the middle of the tent, and Victor marked a red arrow on their location, and said: "I don't mean to exaggerate anything, but you all know that Siberia is a vast territory, and the search team can only be a company at most, and the fact is that a company of people can't resist the opponent's attack at all!" ”

A man who also held the rank of major general stood up and said: "General Victor, it is raining and snowing outside, the visibility is too low, the enemy is in the dark, and we are exposed to the light, which is convenient for the enemy to sneak attack, so I suggest blocking the main road and waiting until dawn before conducting a search!" ”

Since the end of the Vietnam War, the number of soldiers killed in various countries has been greatly reduced, although there are still some local conflicts around the world.

Just like the ongoing war in Afghanistan during this time, the US military only suffered dozens of casualties, compared to this, the events in Russia are simply appalling, and even these generals cannot accept it.

"General Maxim, I know you're right, but I don't have the right to give an order to stop the search!"

After hearing the words of the major general, Victor smiled bitterly and shook his head, the dead soldiers were all his subordinates, how could he not feel distressed, but even if there were many casualties, he did not dare to stop the action.

"That can only be searched in battalions and regiments, and each unit must be equipped with heavy firepower weapons."

General Maxim did not insist on his opinion, knowing that the death of Lovsky would surely anger the Kremlin masters.

I don't know if it was because of the change in the search strategy, the enemy who created the killing, never appeared again, and the wind and snow stopped-

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