Unlike Clinder, who rushed out of the transfer base with great fanfare, after receiving Madison's order, McDwan immediately selected a BMW series bass three-wheeled off-road vehicle and corresponding field combat materials from the mountain of materials piled up in the transfer base, and quietly pushed the silenced three-wheeled off-road vehicle in the middle of the night and left the transfer base on foot.

After leaving the base for a full 10 kilometers, McDon made sure that there were no enemy scouts lurking around him to monitor the base, so he started the three-wheeled SUV and followed the instructions of the satellite map and made a detour in the direction of the construction site. Along the way, even though the muffled three-wheeled vehicle didn't make much noise while driving, McDwayne still carefully chose the route he was going, trying to pass through some gravel beaches that were difficult for ordinary vehicles to pass through and that were not easy to leave tire tracks. When the sun hung high in the sky, McDairn, who had stayed awake all night, finally chose a col where he could hide his vehicles, and carefully used camouflage nets to hide the hot-engined silenced three-wheeled SUV.

Looking up at the bright sun in the sky, McDun was not in a hurry to go to the location of the construction site immediately, but found a shallow pit in the shade and easy to observe the surrounding environment, and sat in the shallow pit half-lying, enjoying the barely tasty field rations for snipers......

After the battle in Tawei City, McDairn, who was disgraced by Gu Weisu, returned from the feathers, and the spirit of the whole person almost completely collapsed. In the dead of night, McDairn's mind would always have the camouflage cloth that suddenly appeared in his sniper range, and the bullets that whistled and suppressed him so much that he couldn't even move.

There is no doubt that this kind of nightmare that people can't get rid of makes McDwan like hell. In particular, I can't figure out how my opponent set the trap, and how he calmly watched himself fall into the trap, but in the end he gave up the hunt, but would rather spend bullets and precious sniper opportunities to deal with those third-rate gunners who are worthless in McDwon's eyes, and McDwan can't understand from the perspective of an elite sniper, what kind of battlefield hunting concept is this?!

Alcohol, drugs, gambling, women, all the ways that McDwan could think of to get rid of his troubles have been tried one by one, but every time his mind has just cleared up a little, the unsolvable proposition set by Gu Weisu always smirks and crashes into McDwayne's mind again!

Almost before McDwayne's nerves completely collapsed, a mercenary who drank with McDwayne, after getting drunk, inadvertently said a sentence - if there is a problem that can't be solved with a brain, then a bullet may be able to solve the problem!

Naturally, this universal phrase, similar to chicken soup for the soul, became a lifesaver for McDonnell's survival!

- Since you can't answer it, let's go and eliminate the person who asked the question!

Almost overnight, McDwan stopped showing up in any place of recreation, instead meditating in his house and reminiscing about Tawi's combat experience. And after Madison gave the order to sneak out and scout the opposing camp, McDwayne's heart almost swelled up with a long-awaited feeling that he was about to achieve his goal - finally facing the guy who set himself an unsolvable problem!

Slowly eating a field ration, McDwan took a few sips of water from the drinking pipe, and then buried the packaging of the field ration deeply, then shook off a camouflage cloth and covered his body, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep......

As the sun gradually set, when a ray of sunlight swept on McDwayne's eyelids, McDwayne, who had been resting for several hours, suddenly opened his eyes, slowly turned over under the camouflage cloth, and tied the buckles on the camouflage cloth to his shoulders, and then squatted up with a small movement.

With a slight sniffle, McDwan smelled the smell of the food coming from the wind, and bent his waist down the slope about twenty meters below the ridge ridge, like a wild sheep staggering to feed, walking in the direction where the smell of food wafted from. The camouflage cloth dragged behind him gently brushed the ground, sweeping away the shallow footprints left by McDwayne as he walked by.

After only three or four kilometers of distance, McDwan sniffled slightly, stopped abruptly, crouched behind a large rock, and took out his monocular to observe in the direction of the breeze. After searching the hill ahead for more than ten seconds, McDwan had already seen two black gunmen crouched in a foxhole sharing tobacco with dirt.

Roughly observing the foxhole, which had obviously been carefully trimmed and increased to a high degree of concealment, McDwan couldn't help but nod secretly in his heart - relying on the angle of the wind erosion trench where the mountain is heading for the journey, a little stone and a very small amount of cement to build an N-shaped foxhole can not only allow the sentries hiding in the foxhole to have an almost full-angle observation angle, but even rely on the N-shaped foxhole to resist first in the event of an enemy attack, and then quickly evacuate along the wind erosion ditch connecting the N-shaped foxhole.

Slowly moving the telescope held up in front of him, McDwan found four N-type or crossfire foxholes that were in each other's surveillance vantage point of view. The communication trenches transformed from wind erosion ditches on the mountain connect several foxholes without a trace, and at first glance they are a group of outlying defensive bunkers that can only be set up by veterans who have been in battle.

Looking up at the fading sky, McDwan carefully slid down the hill to the foot of the mountain, and then slowly climbed down the rocky wind-eroded gully at the foot of the hill toward another higher hill.

The weathered stones, scraped by McDwayne as he crawled, rubbed some of the dull-eyed powder onto the camouflage cloth that McDwayne was draped on, which added a layer of camouflage that was extremely close to the terrain. Especially after McDwan deliberately crawled under a few dry bushes and glued some dry and fallen bush branches to the camouflage cloth, McDwayne, who was crawling in the rocks, looked like a clump of dirt occasionally exposed outside the rocks, and it didn't make people interested in taking a second look.

With excellent camouflage, and as the night grew darker, after a full three hours of crawling, McDwan finally climbed to the top of the higher ridge. And in front of McDairn's eyes, the brightly lit construction site and three huge ring-shaped earth ramparts are impressive!