The high-powered snowmobile made a roaring engine sound, like a war drum roaring in the ice and snow, and the ten cars drove quickly towards the depths of the polar region.

The brown bear looked at the positioning system and took the walkie-talkie to correct the coordinates for the convoy.

Lin Feiyang sat in the back row, looking back from the back window, the overwhelming snowstorm was like a big mouth devouring everything, rushing towards them quickly.

"Are you sure where that base is?" Lin Feiyang asked with some concern.

If they get lost in this bad weather, they will only be buried alive in a blizzard.

The brown bear made an OK gesture to Lin Feiyang: "That base is a day's journey away from us, and we will arrive at this time tomorrow." ”

He looked back at Blizzard and smiled, "Don't worry, we're much faster than Blizzard." At the speed of a blizzard, it was a day later than we did. ”

Although the brown bear said it very easily, Lin Feiyang still felt a little uneasy in his heart.

And the uneasiness grew stronger as we got closer to the base.

This uneasiness has not been seen for a long time, and usually only occurs when lives are threatened.

Lin Feiyang's face was ugly, his fists were clenched, and he felt that this trip was definitely not simple, and something big would happen.

"What's wrong with you? The face is so ugly? Guo Cheng noticed that his face was wrong, and hurriedly asked with concern.

Lin Feiyang shook his head: "It's nothing, maybe I don't adapt to the environment here." ”

Heijin said with a smile: "It's really rare, and there is an environment that you are not used to, this is really the sun coming out of the west." ”

Lin Feiyang smiled awkwardly, did not answer, turned his head to look out the window, and his eyes gradually filled with a rich murderous intent.

Just as the Russian convoy was departing, two large transport planes suddenly dived towards the ground at an altitude of two thousand meters above the ground.

A thick layer of ice had frozen on the surface of the plane, and as the plane continued to dive downward, the ice shattered into countless powders and flew away, only to condense into new ice after a few moments due to the extremely low temperatures.

From a distance, the two planes seemed to be crashing through layers of ice, leaving long white ripples behind them.

The two transport planes taxied against the ground at a distance of twenty meters from the ground, a difficult flight maneuver that either the ace pilot of the ace can do, or only a flight maniac can play.

Because no one dares to guarantee that the ground will not be raised, the plane will be cut open like a surgical operation during high-speed flight, and the only thing that awaits them at that time is the destruction of the plane and the death of people.

As soon as they flew close to the ground, the doors of the two planes opened at the same time, and the howling cold wind poured into the cabin, causing a layer of ice to condense on the periphery of the cabin.

"Hurry up, you only have three minutes, hurry up!" At the door of the cabin, the pilot yelled at the snow armored car in the cabin.

"Boom"

The snow armored car let out a beastly roar, roared out of place, and flew directly out of the hatch of the plane.

With a loud bang, the snow armored vehicle slammed into the ice, smashing a large number of cracks into the thick ice, spreading out like a spider's web.

Within three minutes, a total of 12 snow armored vehicles fell from the planes and quickly assembled on the ground to form an armored convoy.

The doors of the aircraft closed at this time, and the two transport planes quickly climbed into the sky, disappearing into the clouds a moment later.

"Welcome to this world of ice and snow." Colonel Ace, who was in the first armored car, yelled into the walkie-talkie: "But this is not a kingdom of ice and snow, nor is it a fairy tale world. Gentlemen, look back, the all-engulfing blizzard is coming towards you, and if you don't want to die, put your foot on the gas pedal for me. ”

Twelve snow armored vehicles roared loudly and chased after the Russians in a row.

These people are all from the British Royal Secret Service, which is the top special forces force in the United Kingdom, and there is no one.

Colonel Ace was the commander of the team and the person in charge of the mission.

"Colonel, we are five kilometers from the convoy of Russians. There was a lot of snow ahead, and they couldn't spot us! The voice of a communications soldier came over the intercom.

The communications corps of the Royal Secret Service Corps are no different from hackers, they are connected to the Hawkeye reconnaissance aircraft in the sky to monitor the Russian convoy in all directions.

"Everyone, be careful, this is still a Russian area. Keep your distance from them, as long as you pass fifty kilometers, the Russians will not be able to help us. Ace laughed, "Let's get ready to surprise the Russians." ”

Cheers were immediately heard over the "roar" walkie-talkie.

At the same time, ten kilometers parallel to the Royal Secret Service, an icebreaker smashed through the thick ice with a bang, but it could not move forward here, and the solid ice blocked the way of the icebreaker.

"I'm going to get you here." At the bow of the boat, an old man wearing a thick windproof warm suit said helplessly.

"Sir, that's enough to get here, we can catch up with the Russians." A middle-aged man who was also wearing a thick windproof suit, but a snow camouflage suit, said in a deep voice.

The old man nodded heavily: "You are the strongest squad in the French Foreign Legion, no matter whether this mission succeeds or fails, you will all be granted permanent residency in our country, and you will also enjoy all the treatment of regular soldiers." ”

The middle-aged man saluted vigorously: "Don't worry, General, we won't let you down." ”

"Go, bring me good news, and I'll be here for you." The old man solemnly returned the military salute.

The hatch of the ship opened, and the snow boats sped out of the icebreaker.

On each speedboat sat two Foreign Legion mercenaries armed to the teeth, their bodies tightly covered, their real faces obscured by goggles and black masks, and their expressions could not be seen clearly.

But the murderous aura they emanated from them was as low as the temperature of this ice field, allowing them to blend in perfectly with their surroundings.

Just as the three teams of men and horses were all marching towards the base, forty kilometers in front of them, one by one white umbrellas were stretched out at a low altitude, as if countless white flowers had bloomed in an instant.

Soon the owners of these umbrella bags landed firmly on the ground, and a team of fifty people quickly gathered together, surrounding a man wearing a white mask in the middle.

"Report location." Bai Masked asked coldly, and actually used a pure Fusang dialect.

"Sir, there are still one hundred and fifty kilometers from the accident site, and the magnetic field there is too great, so we can only pass by ourselves." A soldier wrapped in a snow camouflage suit shouted.

White Mask glanced around vigilantly, except for the white world or the white world, it didn't seem to have anything to do with the word life.

"Everyone set off in a sled and rushed to the accident site as soon as possible to solve everything." White mask to drink cold.

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