When the scout carefully picked up the D-18 anti-infantry mine and dug out another one, Huang Xiwen, who was lying in the grass 600 meters away, knew that his trap had been more than half successful.

In the luminous scope, the scout gently held two mines in his hands, as if he sensed something, the surprise on his face became stronger and stronger, he straightened up slightly, muttered something in his mouth, and turned his head to look around.

"Feel the weight wrong? You don't know how many mines that Pesson Leong has hollowed out by that blaster! Huang Xiwen gently pulled the index finger of his right hand on the trigger, and then without looking, he turned around and ran. In less than a second, a scream of pain came from behind him. Huang Xiwen prayed silently in his heart: "I hope that your powerful country will equip you with bulletproof pants!" ”

600 meters away, the empty shell mine in the scout's hand flew to the ground, the scout's face was twisted into a ball, his hands covered his crotch, and he kept rolling on the ground, and a bullet, from the base of his thigh, at a strange angle, grazed his Ding Ding into his body!

Connor's eyes were red, but he didn't lose his cool, he observed the part of the scout that was shot, quickly calculated the trajectory, and shouted, "Eleven o'clock!" Class 10! ”

The rifles and machine guns roared at the same time, firing a net of fire in the direction of eleven o'clock, and the 40-degree fire fan covered an area between 400 and 700 meters. Eight soldiers from the tenth squad quickly jumped out of cover and circled in the direction of eleven o'clock.

From the scout being shot to the fire team firing, it only took 5 or ten seconds before and after, and the response of the Poseidon commando team was fast and accurate, but when they pursued 600 meters away and found that someone had been lurking here, Huang Xiwen had already run more than 800 meters diagonally.

"stupid bird!" Huang Xiwen gritted his teeth, "Shoot a shot to change a place, don't you understand this trick?" ”

"Boom, boom!" A huge explosion was heard in the distance, and the "Red Crab Killing Array" concocted by Bei Shiliang was powerful! "Add some accompaniment to you!" Huang Xiwen lay in a bush, looking at the opponents who were in a search formation on the high ground in the distance, carefully inspecting at their original lurking point, and pressed the remote control detonator in his hand, the distance of 800 meters is almost the boundary of the remote control range of this small detonator, but it is enough!

"Boom!" A second later, a D-18 anti-infantry mine, more than 20 centimeters underneath the ground that had obviously been overwhelmed by people and a messy grass, exploded violently! With a somewhat dull explosion, the lifted dirt and grass clippings flew up, obscuring the view of a group of commandos, and more than 1,000 steel balls flew everywhere, shooting into their bodies, faces, and legs, who were still looking around the mines. In a dull but dense rain-down beating, several team members kept rolling on the ground and screaming.

"You must not have imagined that Lao Tzu was lying on top of a mine just now-" Huang Xiwen listened to the explosions and screams in the distance, and quickly withdrew from the place, smirking proudly.

Suddenly, there was a slight vibration from the "North Star", Huang Xiwen was slightly stunned, and quickly connected, and the sound of thunder came from the earphones......

Lang Tianyu finally encountered his favorite battle.

As a veteran ace sniper, there were already 52 enemies dead under his command before the battle on the island began, and this time the outnumbered battle had only been fought for less than thirty minutes, and that number had increased to 55!

He shot behind the rocks, in the grass, in the woods, three shots, three people! And until now, the opponent has not even seen his shadow!

"Hum—"

"Polaris" began to shake, and Huang Xiwen's order came: "Lead the enemy to Area No. 2, coordinates, 2-3-0......"

"Damn, isn't this forcing me to expose my target?" Lang Tianyu scolded depressedly, squatted up, and pulled the trigger continuously in a patch of grass.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! With three shots in a row, knocking down three enemies who were chasing after him with shouting, Lang Tianyu finally succeeded in exposing his position to his opponent.

"Nine o'clock!" Sinclair shouted, and the M32 machine gun in the machine gunner's hand roared and fired wildly at Lang Tianyu's lurking position.

Lang Tianyu was holding a Type 21 sniper rifle in his arms, running frantically in the grass in a zigzag. More than a dozen enemy soldiers set up four inverted triangle attack formations and launched a frantic pursuit, the rain of bullets almost biting Lang Tianyu's buttocks, shooting out smoke on the ground.

However, Lang Tianyu was very confident that when he led this group of enemies to the predetermined area, he would get the best revenge for his embarrassment, because that area was the position of the hostage team led by Lei Dong.

Although he didn't know why Lei Dong made such a suggestion that obviously did not conform to the predetermined battle plan, Lang Tianyu believed that that place would definitely be the enemy's hell!

Almost at the same time, Luo Haoran, who was constantly harassing the enemy on the adjacent route, opened up the dark clouds in the area about three kilometers away from the pier, and Bei Shiliang, who had already joined Huang Xiwen, began to take the initiative to "expose the target" and lead the enemy to the southwest of the island along different routes.

No one raised any doubts, and everyone seemed to have a subconscious absolute trust in Lei Dong.

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Despite numerous sneak attacks and harassment along the way, a commando team of 20 members under the command of Ark Bevan ignored these harassments and always maintained a furious speed, rushing all the way to the predetermined territory on the island.

Every battle or campaign has its focus and essence, and Jacques Bevan firmly believes that the focus of the battle he is now commanding is undoubtedly the plane that crash-landed on this cold temperate island, and the more than 200 passengers and crew on board. As long as he grasped this point and took control of the plane and the hostages on it, Ark Bevan believed that no matter how despicable and shameless his opponent was, the final victory would definitely belong to himself, to the glorious Commonwealth of Minia.

Judging by the attacks on the team along the way, the cunning adversaries were constantly trying to stop them from getting closer to the plane, and on several occasions even deliberately exposing their targets to steer them in other directions, which convinced Ark Bevan of his judgment until he arrived at the plane with his team.

“Fuck！ Fuck！ Fuck！ Looking at the empty plane in front of him, looking at the few terrorists who fell in the cabin, and looking at the blood splattering everywhere, Jacques Bevan could no longer control his emotions and cursed.

After all the hardships and obstacles, he reached his destination, and he was complacent that he had the situation under control, but he didn't think that this was just an empty plan, and it was a scam from beginning to end. It's like scheming until a sexual 'sensuality' finally agrees to accompany you to open a room, but when you yell and rip off each other's pants, you find that the other party is actually a personal 'demon'!

It's disgusting!

May the Holy Emperor punish these cunning yellow-skinned monkeys!

Yak Bevan scolded angrily, but he gradually figured out the ins and outs of the matter, those cunning soldiers of the Red Republic, harassing and attacking themselves along the way, it turned out that the real purpose was not to prevent their team from approaching the plane, but to capture the past, to keep their attention on this plane, to disturb their vision as much as possible, and try their best to delay time, so as to gain the maximum buffer for the more than 200 passengers to escape from the lurk.

"Is this what you are and what you are?" Ark Bevan, who deserves to be the senior mid-level commander of the most prestigious Poseidon Commando Team 6, quickly regained his composure and began to consider his next move.

At present, the situation is obvious, a small Republican special squad, about a combat squad, forced their way to the island and successfully rescued more than 200 hostages. Because the commando team led by himself acted quickly and braved the storm to land on the island, disrupting their original plan, they had to take the risk of transferring the hostages, and using all kinds of harassment and attack methods in an attempt to divert their attention and delay their footsteps.

Then, in the direction of the large, slow-moving, almost zero or even negative hostage team, there will definitely be a receiving team! So, what kind of team will it be?

Military ships? No way! That Red Republic does not yet have such an ocean-going projection capability, and his large ships are cruising in the North and Pacific Oceans, and before they arrive here, he has already annihilated them all, and the other military high-level will not fail to think of this!

Large transport aircraft? It can't be either! The reports I received showed that the countries along the Peace Ocean and the Indiana Ocean had closed their airspace to the red country under strong federal pressure.

So...... Ark Bevan set his sights on the night sky in the south, where the world's last borderland, the Antarctic Ice and Snow Continent, remained. The scientific expeditions of several major countries have set up a number of scientific research bases on it, including the Red Republic. According to the speed of their research ship, if they set off early, it is possible to arrive here in the near future.

And if the research ship wants to take the hostages on this small island, it must dock at the only pier on the island! So, they sent someone to sneak attack Morton's platoon!

Damn it!

"William!" At the thought of the Morton platoon, which had been annihilated by a sneak attack, a wave of anger rose in Ark Bevan's chest, and he pressed the call button fiercely to connect with the third squad leader who supported the dock.

The news obtained from William made Ark Bevan firm his opinion: the third squad had been attacked, three soldiers had already been killed, and the others were dealing with it with all their might, and according to William's observation, the opponent was only one person, and it seemed that he was trying his best to prevent the team from approaching the dock.

Subsequently, after contacting Lieutenant Connor and learning that a platoon led by him had caught the trail of two enemies, and that the opponent was trying to lure him into pursuit to the north of the island, Ark Bevan categorically ordered all the commandos, regardless of everything, to quickly attack in the direction of the dock!

Soon, Ark Bevan received a battle report, and after the detachments changed directions, the harassment of the opposing side suddenly increased, almost to the point of madness.

Such a battle report made Jacques Bevan breathe a sigh of relief.

"You are indeed the best soldiers, but unfortunately, in the face of great strength, you still can't get rid of the fate of failure!" A sinister sneer appeared on Ark Bevan's face.