Wan Lin and the others immediately raised their snow poles and were about to prop them to the ground. But at this moment, Wan Lin suddenly raised his hand to signal the wind knife to stop moving, and his body was tightly attached to the thick trunk.

Seeing this, the wind knife was startled, and quickly put down the snow pole, and immediately hid behind the tree. The small flowers in the canopy also lowered their heads and quickly burrowed into the thick snow of the canopy.

"Wangwang", "Wangwang", with a few low dog barking suddenly sounded not far ahead, followed by several dark shadows in the thick night.

Wan Lin and Fengdao looked closely at the figures in front of them, and saw that they were all running towards the place where the gunfire came from, and secretly said in their hearts: "These must be the vanguard, and there should be a large group of people behind."

Sure enough, it didn't take long to see nearly a hundred black shadows sliding snow poles out of the way, sliding quickly through the mountains in front of them, and running quickly in the direction where the gunfire came from.

Immediately after, the barking of dogs came out one after another, and a pair of dog-pulled sleds appeared in the vision of Wan Lin and the two, and they also ran quickly towards the side of the mountain.

A group of people rushed forward at a rapid pace, the sound of barking dogs and the clashing of guns on the armed men's bodies echoed through the dark mountains.

Wan Lin and the two were hidden behind the tree, coldly observing the fast-moving figure in the distance through the night vision goggles, and estimated the number of each other in their hearts. A group of figures ran by at a rapid speed, and there were dozens of sleds pulled by the sled dogs alone, and visual observation showed that there were two or three hundred people in this group.

Wan Lin stared coldly at the other party's figure, and secretly frightened in his heart: this group of people must have gone to support the local armed forces in front. According to the prisoners captured by Xiaohua, there is only this terrorist camp in this area, and these troops who went to reinforce the mountain battlefield must be those terrorists.

From this point of view, this terrorist organization is really a large number, and its camp should also be of considerable size. However, judging from the sounds made by these people's actions, these people have not undergone good military training and have extremely poor military literacy.

In the darkness, it took several minutes for a group of terrorist support troops to gradually disappear from the vision of Wan Lin and the others. At this time, Xiaohua quietly came out of the canopy, slipped down the trunk to Wan Lin, hung upside down on the trunk, raised her right forearm and pointed in the direction of the terrorist camp, her eyes flashed eagerly, and asked Wan Lin if it was now in the past?

Just now, its keen sense of smell had already sensed that a large number of sled dogs were coming out, so it hid itself early, lest its smell be frightened by the smell of these hounds.

With a smile on his face, Wan Lin affectionately touched Xiaohua's little head, and then stretched out his hands and gestured a few times in front of Xiaohua's eyes, indicating that he wanted to enter the enemy camp in concealment and must not alarm the enemy.

Xiaohua watched Wan Lin's movements intently, then raised her big tail on the trunk and shook it a few times, then jumped down from the trunk and drilled towards the mountain in front of her like a smoke.

Wan Lin whispered and smiled at the wind knife behind the tree on the side: "This little thing is more anxious than us!" As he spoke, he quickly raised his snow pole and followed with the wind knife.

In the hazy night, the undulating mountains pressed towards the two people who were moving quickly. The constant explosions and gunshots behind the two of them, as well as the night sky that was constantly reddened by explosions in the air, made Wan Lin and the two who were running wildly in the mountains feel nervous.

As time passed, both of them realized that now that a large number of terrorists had suddenly left the camp, this was the best time for the two of them to carry out the assassination mission, so they both accelerated their speed and ran wildly in the snow, trying to kill the mercenary before the reinforcements returned.

Just when the two of them were running wildly with a snowball fight, a blue light suddenly flashed hundreds of meters in front, and the two saw Xiaohua's warning in front, so they quickly changed direction and slid behind a few big trees in the mountains.

Xiaohua suddenly turned her head at this time to warn, there must be a situation ahead, and the front has approached the base of the terrorists.

Wan Lin hid behind the tree and listened for a while, but did not notice that there was a strange sound in front of him, he raised his wrist and glanced at the time, and saw that it was already three o'clock in the night, this is the time when people are sleeping soundly, and it is also the best time for the two of them to act.

He then knocked on the microphone in a low voice, signaled the wind knife to hide in place, and quietly leaned out from behind the tree to look ahead, and then suddenly came out from behind the tree, swung his snow pole vigorously, and rushed quickly behind a mountain rock in front of him. He rushed behind the rocks and listened to the movement around him for a moment, then rushed out from behind the rocks, sliding forward with ups and downs.

In the thick of the night, Wan Lin rushed forward quickly, faintly appearing behind the undulating snow hills and trees in the mountains, moving forward like a dark night ghost, silently. Soon, he rushed behind a snow mound more than ten meters high in front of him.

Wan Lin stopped at the bottom of the snow hill, raised his skills and concentrated on the surrounding movements, and then lay on the snow hill and slowly climbed to the top of the slope.

He stopped abruptly as he approached the top of the slope, listened carefully to the movement around him, and then jerked his head upward, and the monocular night vision device on Guò's left eye swept quickly through the mountains.

Two or three kilometers ahead, two mountains three or four hundred meters high stand in the middle of the mountains, surrounded by undulating mountains. The adjacent slopes of the two mountains are extremely steep, forming a deep canyon at the bottom of the mountain. Wan Lin looked intently at the valley mouth and found that the valley mouth was extremely narrow, and a row of high obstacles covered the valley, so he couldn't see the scene in the valley clearly.

Halfway up the valley on the left, two faint red lights were flickering brightly and flickering, and the dark mountains in front of them were extremely silent.

Wan Lin immediately raised his gun and sniper rifle, and through the scope above, he carefully observed the terrain in front of him. He moved his gun slowly, his gaze swept over the ravines and ravines in front of the canyon, and then raised the muzzle of the gun and aimed at the halfway up the mountain above the canyon.

Two faint fires on the mountainside on the left were still flickering brightly and darkly, apparently someone smoking there. Smoking on the steep mountainside in the middle of the night suggests that there must have been an observation post and a firing point set up by terrorists halfway up the mountainside; The mountainside on the right is pitch black, with no moving targets in sight.

At this time, a small black shadow flashed on the right side of the snow hill, and the small flower suddenly appeared on the snow hill silently, and the blue light that originally flickered in his eyes had disappeared. Apparently, it was aware of its approaching target, so it hid the glare in its eyes.

Wan Lin raised his hand to signal Xiaohua to monitor at the top of the slope, slowly retracted his body behind the snow hill, raised his hand and tapped the microphone lightly, signaling the wind knife to come over. He then leaned back in the thick snow of the snow mound, contemplating his course of action.