Climbing the ridge on the other side of the valley with the same care, Martinez had made almost identical safety returns to Langart, before Madison led the other mercenaries to follow in Martinez's footsteps.

It took a full four hours for Madison and the others to find a distance of five or six kilometers along the two ridges under alternate cover. Listening to the sound of gunfire and explosions behind him, the sound of ammunition detonation inside the transfer base gradually weakened, and the mercenaries who converged all had palpitating faces on their faces.

No matter how superb the combat skills are, in the face of absolute superiority in firepower, especially in artillery firepower, it is only a matter of time before they die in battle. Especially on a relatively narrow front, this is an unavoidable massacre! In other words, the mercenaries who rushed down the river to make a plan were obviously more than lucky.

Taking a slight breath, Langaert took off the kettle hanging behind his waist and poured a few sips of water before whispering to Madison, who had just joined him, "Lieutenant, I think something is wrong?" It's so quiet on the way......."

Scanning the surrounding terrain and environment, Madison's face was full of suspicion: "But we really didn't encounter any resistance....... Take a 10-minute break and head to ......"

Before Madison could finish speaking, a Norse-American mercenary who was on guard at gunpoint on the perimeter swooped to the ground. The blood that spurted from the broken neck suddenly filled the air with a pungent smell of blood!

Without Madison calling the shots, each mercenary found their respective hiding position in an instant. Several Nordic mercenaries, who were originally on guard on the periphery, pointed their guns at a small mound a few hundred meters away, and quickly began to suppress the fire.

Almost at the same time as the suppressive shooting began, the two Nordic mercenaries had already taken out a single grenade launcher from the combat backpack they were carrying, and in just a few seconds, fired three high-explosive grenades at the small mound in the direction where the bullets were flying!

In the sound of the explosion, before the smoke from the explosion cleared, several Nordic mercenaries had formed two assault teams, relying on the terrain to outflank the small mound. Strange as it may seem, there was no weapon to return fire on the small mound where the bullets were coming from. Like a lone wolf sniper who was killed by a sudden burst of retaliatory fire after a reckless shot?

Before Madison could adjust the focus of the night vision devices to the most appropriate state, Madison had already heard a report voice with a thick Nordic accent from the communicator: "No one here!" The sniper has slipped away! ”

Although many mercenaries wear night vision devices, in the darkest hours before dawn, even with the aid of night vision devices, they are still a little unable to observe distant movements. Several mercenaries who tried to search for targets with thermal imaging devices also drooped their heads helplessly after several efforts.

Obviously, the sniper who fired only one shot was an old oilman who had been on the battlefield for many years. Not only is the location of the gun extremely well chosen, but even the body may be covered with a camouflage net to protect against infrared detection. Finding a premeditated and prepared sniper in a short period of time is an impossible task.

Reluctantly, a relatively loose reconnaissance formation was formed, and Madison and the others cautiously touched in the direction of the destination. The mercenaries at the front of the formation were almost all ready to die, and when they marched, they all jumped forward in a low posture and speed under the cover of each other. In the center of the loose formation, several snipers also alternately moved to find a suitable position for counterattacking, ready to launch a counterattack against the exposed enemy snipers.

In a state of high mental stress, they had only walked out of the distance of less than a kilometer, and all the mercenaries had begun to have a heavier breather. Some of the mercenaries could no longer bear the thirst in their throats, and began to raise their water bottles frequently, completely losing their former elite and fierce appearance.

Swallowing hard, Clint endured the dryness of his mouth due to nervousness, and said in a hoarse voice to Madison, who was walking beside him, "Lieutenant, our speed is too slow!" At this pace, we would have been less than fifteen kilometers away from the transshipment base at full dawn. If we catch up with the guys besieging the transfer base, we could be wiped out! ”

Looking at the whitening of the sky, Madison whispered, "We can't increase our speed until we find that sniper." Otherwise, each of us will be hunted by the sniper who is hiding around us like a live target! ”

Looking anxiously at the gradually brightening sky, before Clint could speak, a mercenary walking in front of him suddenly screamed: "Hell! What is this......."

As soon as the screams came out, all the mercenaries had quickly lowered their figures, hiding behind their nearest cover, and locked their guns into their respective defenses. On the side of the mercenary who let out a scream, the other two mercenaries, who were also the top soldiers in the front, also quickly approached. However, just a dozen seconds later, the communicator worn by Madison had already heard the response of the former soldier with obvious wheezing: "It's a barbed wire, we're cleaning it." Cover us ......."

Frowning suspiciously, Madison ordered several mercenaries to keep the front line in cover, but at the same time whispered to Clinder: "Gather our men, get ready to break out again!" ”

His eyes froze suddenly, and Clint whispered to Madison as he quickly scratched his fingernails on the communicator a few times, "Something bad? ”

Madison nodded: "Barricating barbed wire is usually placed in front of the blocking position, and is used to stop infantry from assaulting. Now that the front soldiers have encountered the barbed wire, it means that ......."

Glancing incredulously at the wasteland around him, Clint exclaimed, "How is this possible?!" In such an open wasteland, the time, manpower, and material resources required to set up a barbed wire fence are almost astronomical, how can those Chinese afford it? Although this wasteland is beyond the scope of our patrol, if those Chinese set up barbed wire and blocking positions in this area, it is impossible to do it quietly, and we will definitely not know nothing! ”

Staring at the former soldiers who gathered together to dismantle the barbed wire, Madison snorted coldly: "The best thing the Chinese are at is the tactics of crowds, and even their engineering personnel are several times better than normal people in terms of work efficiency, and we can't help but assume that they can indeed do this!" As for the cost figures....... Do you think the Chinese are still very poor now? ”

When the voice fell, the voice of the forward soldier was already heard in the communicator: "We have broken down the barbed wire fence and are making marching markers....... Bypassing the barbed wire fence following the marks we made, we moved on! ”

Surprised to hold the night vision device in front of him, Clinder looked at the infrared beacon light that flashed in the night vision device lens, and muttered to himself in confusion: "A barbed wire fence that extends only fifteen meters long? What kind of obstruction is this? ”