Half a month later.

Near the mountain bag of the frozen river valley, the thick red pine with a trunk of more than ten meters, a sniper and an observer lurk among the branches and leaves, a standard two-person sniper combat team, the biting cold wind blows, the resolute expressions of the two are motionless, like clay statues, for half a month, Group C camped and rested and ate, so that the elite sniper team is responsible for vigilance, even if it knows that there is no danger, it is still so.

And Group C led by Yang Chen has already regarded the training of survival in the wild under extreme conditions as actual combat, because they are elite fighters who are always preparing for the coming of war.

On the edge of the frozen river valley, Yang Chen set up a fire stove with a few stones, collected flammable dry branches and grass leaves, unscrewed the warhead of a bullet, inserted a fuse, and then stepped on the bullet casing inserted into the fuse, and slammed the tail end of the bullet case with the sharp tip of the dagger, and ignited the fuse with the bottom fire, and the fuse ignited the dry grass and branches.

The most basic way to survive in the wild, Yang Chen can also complete it with his eyes closed, the flames rise, a military rice tank is set up next to the simple stove, the ice water in it slowly melts, boils, and then puts in the meat of birds and hares, sprinkles some salt, and finally eats it half-cooked into the stomach.

The miserable tempering of the blade is by no means something that outsiders can imagine, having water to drink and meat to eat is quite nourishing for Yang Chen.

Send a sniper team, a pathfinding team, there are nine people left on the side of the river valley to cook and eat silently, Group C No. 7 Zhao Yang, this twenty-seven-year-old young man who loves to sing military songs looks at the mountains and forests, looks at his comrades-in-arms, and looks at the young captain who has made him admire little by little for half a month, touching the scene and humming: "If we are abandoned by the goddess of fate, if we can't return to our hometown from now on, if the bullet ends our lives, if we are in calamity, then at least we are loyal warriors." ”

The lyrics sung in German are magnificent.

Yang Chen didn't know German, and according to the familiar melody that Zhao Yang hummed, he searched his stomach and remembered what song this kid was singing.

Fifty or sixty years ago, one of the most powerful armored units on the European continent sang this war song and blitzed several countries, invincible, until the city of Leningrad, the whole army was annihilated, and no life surrendered, which was praised by later generations as the most heroic and tragic war song in the world, butchers, sinners, murderers, no matter how many heavy crimes and sins the soul bears after death, they are still respected warriors by all people decades later.

"Don't sing such a sad song, we are not the 1st Panzer Division of the German SS, we will never be defeated, we will not die in the rain of bullets." Yang Chen, who was sitting on the ground, patted Zhao Yang on the shoulder, drank the last mouthful of tasteless broth in the rice tank, and got up to look around at a group of iron men in the army.

His expression was resolute and impeccable, but an irrepressible sourness surged in his heart, he witnessed the tragic sacrifice of many comrades-in-arms, became the unsung heroes of the republic, and even buried his bones in a foreign country.

"Captain, there's a situation."

Just as Yang Chen was silent, a clear voice came out from the headset, he frowned, and with a gesture, everyone acted quickly and prepared to fight.

Yang Chen led people to the accident site, a bear den that was dug up in the mountains and forests, a big female bear, two small bears, were skinned and cut off, the scene was extremely bloody, miserable, hibernating bears, physical fitness and alertness are extremely low, poachers are the easiest to get, and a nest is a nest.

"It's miserable, catch someone, you have to slap him a few times."

"Don't talk nonsense, look for traces, and pull them out of the deep mountains and old forests."

Yang Chen glanced at Zhao Yang, who was filled with righteous indignation, and plunged into the jungle, as fast and agile as a wolf, and murderous

The hinterland of the Xing'an Mountains is not all forests that cover the sky and the sun, there are valleys and ravines, grasslands, streams, a leeward mountain nest, two simple tents are erected, outside the tents, more than a dozen men in different clothes are sitting or squatting, grinning and gnawing on dry food and dried meat and laughing, behaving and talking vulgarly, like a group of vulgar and reckless, elegant petty bourgeois women meet these gentlemen, it is estimated that they can endure the urge to vomit, and flee from the wind.

In order to protect themselves from the cold, they wore bulging bags and fur hats made of rabbit skin and mink, which were bloated and bulky.

In winter, the sky begins to dim at 4 p.m., and the cold gets heavier.

The camp didn't have a bonfire to keep warm, and you couldn't get that thing, the climate was dry in winter, the old forest was full of dead branches and leaves, and a gust of wind blew, bringing up enough sparks to cause an uncontrollable mountain fire, and the veteran who went into the mountains to pan for gold and make a fortune was quite cautious, even in the hinterland of the Xing'an Mountains, where the government was beyond the reach of the whip, he still acted cautiously to minimize the danger factor.

The only man who remained silent was called Zhao Sancai, the head of this group, the cheeks were thin, and it was aptly described as a sharp-beaked monkey gills, and the body of one hundred and twenty pounds was bloated like everyone else because of a sheepskin coat with a rustic atmosphere, and Zhao Sancai, who was in his early thirties, went into the mountains for eight consecutive winters, experienced and ruthless.

Don't look at the outlaws who are all licking blood with knives and soft hearts, the rest of the people are stunned and dare not anger Zhao Sancai, who looks like a vulgar villager, who is squinting his eyes and looking at whom, who is afraid for a while, killing animals and killing people is really scary.

He killed a lot of brutes, not many lives, three, when the black eats the black and the black fights, if you don't kill people, others will kill you, so Zhao Sancai, who is ruthless in the eyes of everyone, never thinks that he has done anything wrong or lost his conscience, all for survival, in order to make money, people are not killed for themselves!

He squatted and finished smoking a cigarette, looked back at the two iron climbing plows beside the tent, the climbing plows were stacked with snakeskin bags filled with good things, printed with bloodstains, and tomorrow he would take the things to the 35-kilometer mountain pass, meet with the receiving car, and transport them out, and make a lot of money, the price of the domestic black market, a bear paw sells for 4,000, a wolf skin is nearly 10,000, and the price of bearskin, deerskin, mink, and fox skin is even higher.

Zhao Sancai silently calculated how much he should take, how much his brothers should share, not to arouse resentment, and not to give a penny more.

The burly man beside Zhao Sancai also glanced back at the things on the iron climbing plow, sighed twice, and said unwillingly: "Boss, let's stay a few more days, this year's mountain is more than two months in previous years, take advantage of your luck and make a lot of money, everyone is happy." ”

"Nope." Zhao Sancai simply denied the man's proposal, narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "We don't have many things to bring, in case the snow closes the mountain, the car can't get out, there is a chance that the ** can't carry it, people can't be too greedy, it's spring, we can still come, this treasure land can't run or fly away, why are you in a hurry?" ”

The burly man nodded and said yes, if you have money to make, you have to have a life to spend, of course he understands the simple and easy-to-understand truth.

Zhao Sancai rubbed his rough hands, stood up slowly, wanted to enter the tent and hugged the gas lamp to warm up, squinted for a while, turned around, and subconsciously looked at the depths of the forest, and the three male shadows against the afterglow of the sunset suddenly fell into his field of vision, and he couldn't help but whisper: "Someone!" ”

More than a dozen people were shocked when they heard this, and hurriedly stood up, each of them had a murderous guy, including a shotgun imitated by an underground workshop, and an AK47 with amazing lethality, most of which were second-hand goods flowing in from Lao Maozi, but don't underestimate these second-hand goods, it is more than enough to kill.

"It's a soldier!"

Someone saw the figure dozens of meters away, his expression changed suddenly, he couldn't help shouting, venting his inner surprise and fear, they were thieves, they pulled out one at random, and most of them were full of sins and didn't get shot, and most of them sat through the bottom of the prison and never turned over. Zhao Sancai couldn't figure out why the soldier came here and was full of food?

After he was stunned for a moment, his expression was instantly hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I'm afraid, what's wrong with being a soldier, it's the same two arms, two legs and one head, fighting hard, not necessarily better than us, besides, the three of them, more than a dozen, kill them, we have a way to live, who wants to squat in prison, who throws the guy in his hand, while squatting to see the excitement." ”

Which outlaw full of sins is willing to be captured with his hands tied, and the miserable end, not to mention the obvious numerical advantage, more than a dozen people have a fierce look in their eyes, and slowly raise the guns in their hands, the sound of bullets being loaded one after another, and a bloody battle is about to break out!