The reconnaissance battalion arrived at the battlefield on time - Ye Zhan climbed on a high ground, nervously watching the arrival of the reconnaissance battalion and observing their equipment. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

More than a dozen reconnaissance infantry fighting vehicles, several armored vehicles, individual aircraft, and two Harrier Eagle reconnaissance planes, Ye Zhan saw tears streaming down his eyes - I've seen a bully, I've never seen such a bully!

The only thing to be thankful for is that the reconnaissance battalion seems to be less than half of its strength, and Ye Zhan can see clearly from the high ground, this group of scouts does not look like old birds.

"It's a bit of a conscience!" Ye Zhan muttered, and then cursed fiercely: "I curse the Demon King, this grandson, has no asshole when he gives birth to a son!" ”

The two Harrier Eagle reconnaissance planes rose vertically, and they climbed directly to an altitude of several thousand meters by virtue of their ability to fly.

"Made, it's too much of a bully!" Ye Zhan gritted his teeth, there was a harrier eagle staring in the sky, as long as it was found on the ground, the infantry fighting vehicle galloping at high speed was enough to kill the unarmed rookie dozens of times.

Not to mention the dozen or so scouts with individual flying machines on their backs - the artifact of mountain warfare in hand, just chasing and killing can make the escapees exhausted to death......

Quietly disguised himself a little tighter, Ye Zhan frantically calculated the winning rate - even if his brain was burned out, Ye Zhan really couldn't think of a way to keep most rookies from being eliminated.

There are no weapons to capture, but how can they arm all the rookies with their captures alone?

After thinking about it, he was the only one who had no life to drag down the reconnaissance battalion - the rookies had gone through such suffering, and they couldn't fall at dawn!

The reconnaissance battalion soon made a move, the pilots took the lead, and the rest of the troops were directly divided into three directions, attacking from the left, center, and right.

Seeing the reconnaissance battalion's collective magic weaponization, Ye Zhan could only smile bitterly - his side was all a group of unarmed rookies on foot!

The Imperial Army, which had not been in battle for twenty years, had obviously lost a large number of grassroots officers with rich combat experience, and watched the reconnaissance battalion swagger and give up reconnaissance within a range of several kilometers in front of it. Ye Zhan found that the balance of odds suddenly tilted a little towards his side.

The reconnaissance battalion divided into three ways galloped away from him, Ye Zhan immediately got up, erased the traces of lurking, and burrowed into the mountains and forests with the help of self-made disguises.

The gunfire rang out in a short time--running with two legs is always better than running without legs, listening to the gunshots of the Ghost Fire series weapons, Ye Zhan had a feeling of impatience - what the hell, after three months of hard work, why did the darkness before dawn fall?

Ye Zhan understood the tactics of the reconnaissance battalion very well, and directly pounced to the farthest place, blocking the front road, and then turned around and killed one by one, and killed back.

This not only allows rookies to waste a lot of time in vain, but also minimizes the battlefield span.

It's just that, no matter how much you reduce the span, the battlefield will only get bigger and bigger - as long as the rookies survive the day and use the night, it is easy to spread out the range of activities again.

Where there is a spear, there is a shield, and between the chasing and the pursued, it depends on who can carry it!

The scout battalion moves quickly and quickly, and the constant sound of gunfire proves that they want to end the confrontation in the shortest possible time, but as time goes on, the gunfire that can be stopped becomes less and less - which also proves that most rookies know how to save themselves!

The night slowly opened under Ye Zhan's expectation, it happened to be a moonless day, a few naughty stars turned into stars in a distant distance, blinking their eyes, reaching out and barely seeing their fingers under the night, it was a good opportunity to steal the camp.

Ye Zhan, who hung the reconnaissance camp all the way, waited patiently until late at night, swallowed the food and water collected during the day, and prepared to start touching the camp later.

Worried about the defense of the reconnaissance battalion, Ye Zhan has been waiting for an opportunity - before dawn is always the best time to steal the camp.

Ye Zhan, who was lurking in the woods, finally began to move, slowly crawling on the ground, and began to move like a turtle.

The scouts' temporary garrisons were still heavily guarded, with direct lights scanning back and forth, and there were still quite a few light and dark sentinels.

Ye Zhan judged that there were about five or six dark sentinels lurking through observation in the middle of the night, but the general direction could still be judged by the changing of the guard, and it was precisely because of this that he climbed very slowly.

Just as Ye Zhan crossed the area between the two dark sentinels, gunshots suddenly rang out in the reconnaissance camp.

"Sure enough, someone has the same idea as me!" Ye Zhan knew in his heart that they were all imperial soldiers, and it was obviously impossible to just be beaten and not fight back.

The scout camp was chaotic for a while before falling silent, and several "dead" people could be faintly heard yelling unwillingly there.

"Which son of a son shot me?"

"Made, Mao didn't even see it, he was killed by his own people!"

The shouts and curses of the dead made Ye Zhan breathe a sigh of relief - the guy who touched the camp tonight didn't seem to be stupid, and the timing of the capture was not bad, creating a small chaos.

The camp gradually quieted down, and Ye Zhan wisely gave up the plan to touch it in, and changed the target to a dark outpost.

This was an alternative in his plan - the sentinel was too inefficient, and he made this goal a secondary goal, and when the main goal was not achieved, he used the secondary goal as the main goal.

The chaos in the camp earlier allowed Ye Zhan to capture the location of the dark post dozens of meters away, and he began to touch towards the dark post little by little.

Touching the whistle tests patience and prudence, and what Ye Zhan does not lack is precisely these two things!

Very light and quiet movements, lasting for nearly an hour, a distance of dozens of meters, Ye Zhan spent so long and finally got closer, and the sky was just a little cloudy.

Through the misty and shining skylight, Ye Zhan vaguely saw the location of the dark sentry - it was still the standard move, a small inclined pit, the scout lurking inside to observe, looking outside, behind him was the camp, which was also a blind spot.

Wu Hao lurked in the dark sentry pit, looking out a little tiredly, the sky was already a little cloudy, and his eyes were astringent when he wore night vision goggles all night, and he just wanted to take off the night vision goggles, and there was a trace of bony coldness on his neck.

"You're hanging!"

A voice that suddenly lowered his thoughts made Wu Hao's movements instantly stiffen, and at this moment, he even had a feeling of time pause.

Turning around slightly, a face full of oil paint came into view.

"Please follow the drill rules!"

The oil paint face showed white teeth when he spoke, and Wu Hao was powerless for a while-he actually let people touch the whistle, it was really a shame!

Nodding helplessly, Wu Hao gently raised his hands.

"Brother, be conscious, give me the equipment!" The oil paint face looked at Wu Hao with interest, which made Wu Hao feel the urge to punch him.

Unwillingly, he untied the ghost fire 47 and put it aside, signaling that the oil paint face could get out.

"Night vision goggles, water bottles, field rations, well, and your saber, give them all!" The oil paint face is like a greedy devil, asking for everything on Wu Hao's body.

Wu Hao glared at the oil paint face fiercely, and unwillingly unloaded everything one by one - he didn't dare to make any sound.

The oil paint face looked at the bits and pieces that Wu Hao had unloaded with satisfaction, and then looked at Wu Hao even more greedily, "I'm going to strip the clothes of the four people, you can do it!" ”

"Take it easy!" Wu Hao clenched his fists angrily, eager to smash this bastard to death with one punch.

"You're hanging!" The oil paint face repeated.

Wu Hao was dumbfounded, and unwillingly took off his camouflage uniform and military coat together.

"Brother, good man!" The oil paint face was "moved" and patted Wu Hao, "My name is Shen Wenbin!" In the future, we will have time to gather together! ”

Satisfied, he changed into Wu Hao's equipment, stood up with a swagger, and waved to the sentry in the distance.

Wu Hao gritted his teeth and repeated the name "Shen Wenbin", with a monstrous hatred in his heart!

On the 17th, who was far away in the headquarters, looking at the display screen in which Ye Zhan touched the whistle and changed his equipment, he couldn't help but show a look of appreciation-it's just that the sudden sneeze made him wonder a little, who was talking about himself?