The sheep began to return home, smoke rose from the building, and praying villagers appeared on the rooftops.

The village was lit up with dim lights, and the rough lines of the mountains in the distance carved the vague and gentle silhouettes of the houses built against the mountains. If it weren't for the immersiveness, it's hard to imagine that those houses built with mud and grass would have such quiet and elegant moments.

In those days in the past, the Persians, the Greeks, the Sartyrs, the Huns, the Turks, the Arabs, and the Mongols all conquered these deserts, the Gobi, and the mountains, but eventually had to leave; Later, the British Empire wrested control of Afghanistan from Tsarist Russia, but they did not exercise that right for long. The most recent catastrophe devastated Afghanistan completely: the Soviet Union overwhelmed the border and occupied almost the entire country. Although they still had to leave in the end, it was not Afghanistan that was the victor, it only became a victim of the great power struggle.

Now, more than 30,000 soldiers from 37 countries, led by the Americans, have come to Afghanistan. What are they here for? I'm afraid no one can answer this question clearly and impeccably. Will they be able to stay longer? I'm afraid no one can answer this question either. Because no one cares about this. Ironically, the chaos in Afghanistan is certainly a disaster for Afghans, but it is not entirely an opportunity for those who come outside.

What is there in Afghanistan that deserves these people's gravitation?

Zhao Sanhong was thinking about his own thoughts while observing the target area.

The target was always out of range, and Shen Maoplatoon never found a chance. Amat never showed up again when he entered the house next to the small mosque, and the jeep he was in was parked right in front of the house. The sniper team noticed that although there were high-powered diesel generators in the village, the lights in the village were not very bright, and it seemed that something else was consuming electricity. It is clear that there is at least one drug-processing workshop here.

"I need a position closer to the goal." Shen Maopai checked his night vision device. "There are three roads in and out of the village, but we are too far away to control one."

"But this is the only place where you can observe the movement of the whole village." Zhao Sanhong was a little hesitant.

"You stay." Shen Maoplai pointed at the sketch of the scene. "I'm going to move to this spot where I can observe the subject's hiding room, but this place has a poor view beyond the top, so you'll want to keep an eye out for movement around me."

"That location is three hundred meters away from me, and it's too close to the village for me to cover you." Zhao Sanhong also studied the sketches of the scene. "There are mortars in the village, and you don't have a clever idea."

Shen Maopai took out the muffler from his backpack and shook it in front of Zhao Sanhong's eyes. "We all know that Amat is a professional villain, with the kind of extremely practical cunning that he has learned in the course of an adventurous career, and it is extremely unrealistic to expect him to make mistakes. We have to take risks. ”

What Shen Maopai said was the truth. Amat strictly adheres to his own schedule, and in an unfamiliar place, he rarely spends more than fifteen minutes outside. If your focus has changed, you have to change accordingly. All the training they've received in the past has come down to enabling them to be flexible and make the right choices at the right time.

"Then you have to watch out for the sentinels here, they don't move regularly, and some of them get agitated after taking drugs." Zhao Sanhong pointed on the sketch and reminded Shen Maopai. "There are hundreds of AK rifles in this village, and that's no joke."

Shen Maopai patted him on the shoulder in reply.

He adjusted the order of the bullets in the rifle magazine. The first and second rounds were armor-piercing shells, which were enough to ensure that the target could be eliminated on the spot, and if two bullets were not enough to destroy the target, then he should think about how to evacuate. This was followed by five tracer rounds, which were used to guide Zhao Sanhong's covering firepower once the tracks were revealed, marking the targets that were most dangerous to them. But the safest way is to be able to solve the problem quietly, with a maximum of two bullets per shot, and Zhao Sanhong's M16A2 and M203 alone cannot confront the hundreds of militants in the village.

If it weren't for careful observation, even Zhao Sanhong would have found it difficult to spot Shen Mao Pai wearing a Geely suit in the dark. His movements are swift and steady, reminiscent of his code name "Spider" in the ranks, and that kind of highly venomous tarantula.

Zhao Sanhong's code name is Sand Scorpion. Although he didn't like the sand scorpion, and was even a little afraid of its scorpion sting, it was up to him to choose. In contrast, he prefers the call sign "ACE" for Gao Dafei, the call sign "Bing Ant" for Maxi, or the call sign "Hummingbird" for Rohm. But no matter which call sign it is, in Zhao Sanhong's opinion, it lacks momentum and does not conform to their military status.

Shen Mao's platoon soon moved to the firing point of his choice. This firing point was located on the hill road leading to the Highland Mosque, directly opposite the house where Amat was staying. At this point, it is impossible to lurk for a long time, and when Shen Mao was in place, there were already two groups of people passing by him. Shen Maopai's own sewn gilly suit helped a lot, making him look like a stone at a glance, but when he set up his rifle, the stone didn't look so natural. Zhao Sanhong's heart rose to his throat, and his fingers were tightly pressed on the trigger guard.

There were two tapping sounds on the walkie-talkie, which indicated that Shen Mao's platoon had been prepared.

Through the binoculars, Amat's bodyguards were still loitering around the door. After the last prayer, four bodyguards entered Amat's house, including the guy with the Draganov sniper rifle. Zhao Sanhong sneered in his heart, if this bodyguard was really professional, he would not stay with the person he wanted to protect.

"Sector C, Marker No. 4." Shen Maopai's whisper came from the earphones. "The vision is clear, I can see the big cake face."

Zhao Sanhong brought his eyes to the telescope and quickly browsed the observation equipment in front of him. Now their identities are reversed, and Shen Maopai is closer to the target, but plays the role of a spectator. But in order to ensure that one hit hits, accurate data still has to come from Zhao Sanhong.

"Sector C, Marker Window No. 4." Zhao Sanhong repeated Shen Maopai's description, and then added. "Distance 650."

"Distance 650." Shen Maopai's breathing was steady. "Status: 1 Secret Position."

"Understood, 1 Secret Position." This means that you can only see the area above the target's chest. At a distance of six hundred and fifty meters, this part seemed to have only one point, even for Shen Mao's platoon, it was definitely a test, and Zhao Sanhong quickly calculated the trajectory. "Tune to 450, the right third of the dense position."

"Tune to 450, the right third of the dense position." Shen Maopai paused for a moment. "I'm not sure I'm going to use a muffler at such a distance."

Zhao Sanhong hesitated. "I thought so too. So what's next? All by luck? ”

The sound of Shen Maopai's calm and long breathing came from the walkie-talkie.

"Once the target is confirmed dead, you can leave. It's easier for me to get out of it alone. ”

"You can't escape without my cover, these people are not just drug dealers." Zhao Sanhong sneered. "These drug dealers are all veterans of the anti-*** Northern Alliance."

"It's just a waste of time for you to stay and cover." Shen Maopai's voice was still very calm. "Don't get emotional."

"Who has a relationship with you?" Zhao Sanhong coldly refuted him. "We're carrying out orders, and I'll do whatever they say."

Shen Maopai seemed to smile. "If I were you, I wouldn't care what the order says."

Zhao Sanhong put his eyes in front of the observation telescope. Amat was still talking to his bodyguard, completely unaware that his head was about to shatter into a mess of flesh and blood.

At this time, a signal suddenly came from the satellite phone, and Zhao Sanhong picked up the microphone.

"The operation was aborted, and observation continued. Hummingbirds are on their way. "There's an ACE voice from inside." Repeat, the action is aborted, and observation continues. Hummingbirds are already on their way.