What excites Zhuang Zhuang is not only that he appeared to show his fellow bandits, but that he just found a field walkie-talkie on the two minions, which was obviously used for dialogue and communication.

Now what Zhuang Zhuang is most worried about is, how will the old white hair deal with those "accomplices" in the valley?

However, it seemed that Lao Baimao was not worried at all, and led the way to a large protruding rock on the edge of the hillside, and waved to the "accomplices" on the opposite mountain and in the valley below.

There was cold sweat on the solemn back.

Holding the Acre submachine gun in his hand, his palm was wet and cold.

If it is found to be Xibei goods at this time, I am afraid that it will become a hornet's nest.

Rustle –

Solemn's worst fear came.

The field walkie-talkie rang.

There was a solemn and incomprehensible language coming from inside, and it was extremely fast.

Solemn looked confused.

This time, I was sweating on my forehead.

Unexpectedly, just as the solemn heart was beating to his throat, Lao Baimao suddenly picked up the walkie-talkie and put it to his mouth.

The solemn afterglow swept over the movements of the old white hair, and he was so shocked that his jaw almost fell to the ground.

What is he going to do?

Could it be that the old white fur understands this kind of bird language?

It's not English.

English is solemn and simple in everyday conversations, and you can also say a few words.

But obviously, it's not.

“@￥#R@#$@%$%@#……”

Lao Baimao rolled his sleeve around the position of the walkie-talkie's microphone, and while talking back, he released the dialogue button without stopping.

As a result, the transmitted voice is somewhat choppy and unclear.

Solemn suddenly understood.

These robed bandits knew each other for sure, and if they were to be elaborated, they would have been overheard, deliberately interrupting their staccato and coherent sentences, so as to hide the difference between accent and idiomatic intonation.

Covering the microphone with a cloth on your sleeve can cause a blurred voice and affect the other party's judgment.

in the valley.

The leader with the walkie-talkie didn't seem satisfied with the answer from the old white hair, because to him, it was a messy voice that he couldn't hear clearly.

He raised his head, put his hand on a small pergola on his eyebrows, and looked in the direction of the old white fur in the fierce sunlight - the sniper position was originally chosen in a backlit place, and now the benefits were fully manifested.

The leader could not see clearly, for he was facing the sun; The old white-haired ones have their backs to the sun, so they look like their faces are blurred.

In addition, the distance is about 300 meters, and the face cannot be seen clearly, and only two small black dots under the blue sky and white clouds can be seen.

“￥#%￥%@#￥@！”

The leader yelled at the old white-haired man.

The old white hair actually raised his hand generously and waved it at him a few times.

The leader seemed to be satisfied this time, and finally stopped bothering with the old white hair.

Now that your own people have arrived at the predetermined location, then everything is OK.

"Number 0." solemnly touched the old white hair lightly, and said in a low voice: "Someone on the other side is waving to us." ”

Lao Baimao looked at it, and sure enough, there was also a group of snipers on the opposite hillside, waving at him.

"Wave together, don't be afraid." Lao Baimao said: "The calmer you are, the better you are." ”

Zhuang Zhuang had no choice but to harden his scalp, and also imitated the appearance of the old white hair, as if he had been greeting an old friend for many years, and waved his arm at the sniper on the opposite mountain.

Stimulate.

It's really exciting!

I solemnly felt this strange feeling of heart beating, but on the surface I had to maintain absolute calm.

Danger is ahead, as a top operative, you must calmly face all changes, as long as the slightest flaw is revealed, maybe there is no place to die.

The sniper "accomplice" on the opposite hillside also seemed to think that there was nothing wrong with the "brother" opposite, and after a few waves of his hand, he went to find a sniper position.

"Do you remember where they are?" The old white hair asked solemnly.

Solemn nodding: "Remember." ”

Old Bai Mao said: "The battlefield principle of snipers, remember? ”

"Yes." Zhuang Zhuang didn't even think about it, and said, "First kill your peers." ”

"Later, I'll leave these two to you." Old Bai Mao turned his head to look at Zhuang Zheng: "Remember, there will be no second chance, how well you usually play on the training ground, how much interference the instructor creates for you, and how much additional pressure you give it, it can't compare to now." As soon as you miss, we're going to be passive, you know? ”

Zhuang Zhuang had to admit that Lao Baimao was telling the truth, in normal training, even if Han Zixuan yelled at himself next to his ear, or threw snakes and ants at himself, or suddenly pulled an automatic rifle to shoot an empty pack of bullets when he was solemnly aiming and shooting, it could not be compared with now.

The reason is simple.

Because it's training, I know very well that it's training.

No matter how realistic the training is, it is also fake, and based on this premise, it is not difficult to stabilize the mind.

But it's true, it's really different.

People will really die.

A miss is a sign of a failed mission.

It doesn't come at the cost of 10 kilometers or hundreds of push-ups like training.

Here, the price of a miss is not punishment, but your life.

The two no longer went back to their original sniper positions to hide, because there was a group of "accomplices" on the opposite side.

The two of them found a raised stone and lay on its back.

Now, the two of them can toss as much as they like.

Because the enemy, whether on the opposite hillside or in the valley, will think that these two are "accomplices" and "their own people", and no one thinks that they are two special operations elites.

The old white hair informed the front finger of the situation here, but it was still the same sentence - don't close the net for the time being, and observe it again.

"What's wrong with you?"

After reporting the situation, Lao Baimao suddenly noticed that the solemn gaze beside him was a little dull, and couldn't help but push the latter.

"Don't get distracted!"

"Okay." Zhuang Yan suddenly came to his senses, took a deep breath, and adjusted his breathing rate.

Old Bai Mao seemed to guess the reason why Zhuang Yan was like this, and said: "Don't think about things that you shouldn't think, you have to remember that this is a mission, a mission that can save people." These people will die more innocent people if the delivery is successful, these people are not ordinary people, these are highly trained criminals! ”

"Hmm!" solemnly sorted out his messy thoughts.

The old white fur was right.

As a special combat member, solemn will certainly not feel sorry for the lives of those enemies.

It's just that when I was dragging the corpse just now, I saw those frightened eyes.

The unlucky guy with two bullet holes in his forehead was still staring at death, as if he couldn't believe he had lost his life.

It's not often the bloody scenes that are disturbing, but this time it wasn't too bloody.

The bullet hole was small, a little blood was slowly coming out, and there was not much brain spinal pulp splashed.

Solemnly trained, this kind of scene is able to cope.

It was only a moment later that those eyes, which seemed to come uninvited, intentionally or uninvited, drifted through my mind and were distracting.

"Remember, boy, don't have mercy when you're on the battlefield. Soft-heartedness is the most useless thing here, and the easiest thing to kill you. ”

"Understood."

Solemnly nodded vigorously.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the valley.

It was a few robed bandits who stood up, and the leader led the rest of the men towards the east, which was another entrance to the gourd-shaped valley, deep into the heart of the country.

"It's coming, it's time for the show."

Old White Fur slowly raised the binoculars and cautiously looked from behind the stones towards the valley mouth to the east.