The special squads directly under the Mongolian Military District have already designated this forest as their hunting ground, and the prey is the dozen or so Soviet scouts.

By radio, they all knew it was time to do it. The play is over, and it's time to charge the entrance fee.

And these special forces know that their speed is the slowest, and the fighting elsewhere is over. Except for a few people who could go back to report the news, the rest of the Soviet reconnaissance team was forever lying on the cold snow.

Many of them died without knowing how they fell, and the attack came so suddenly, no matter how careful they were, it was difficult to guard against a sudden attack. In addition, the principle of taking people's lives as soon as they strike has basically not been spared.

Six Soviet soldiers searched the woods in a hexagonal shape, and the distance between each of them widened. After a while, all six disappeared into the woods, and they could not see each other.

The special forces who have been hidden in the jungle are also planning to take action. They received an order to leave two people to go back and report the news, and by this time two people had already left the group, Tolyavsky and Bervshka. There was no need for these remaining Soviet scouts to live.

The attack came quickly, and perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it an assassination.

A Soviet soldier bent over and walked slowly on the snow in the woods, looking around from time to time. If it weren't for further safety, there was no need for them to patrol the woods. Here, none of them dared to be careless. It's just that they are separated like this, just giving these special forces a chance to practice. If they gather together, it will only be more convenient for these special forces, and they will be served directly and save trouble. If you separate it, it's just a combat training.

In the distance, a patch of grass stood on the snow in the jungle, swaying slightly, attracting the attention of the Soviet scout. He aimed the rifle in his hand directly at the shaking grass, watched the grass vigilantly, and slowly moved his legs towards the grass.

When he got closer to the grass, he could see behind the grass very clearly, but he didn't find anything. At this time, a breeze blew, and he immediately let down his guard. The rifle in his hand was also unguarded, and the muzzle of the gun was no longer pointed at the grass.

Just as he was about to turn around, the grass before him was lifted and a figure sprang out of the ground. Before he could react, the military thorn on the figure's hand had already pierced his throat, directly piercing his entire neck.

The Soviet scout's rifle fell to the ground weakly, and he reached out to grab the figure, about to sound a siren whistle. However, it is all in vain at the moment. The throat was pierced, and no sound could be made.

This suddenly rising figure was the special forces who were ambushed here, and kicked out the body of the Soviet scout, and the military thorn just happened to be naturally withdrawn from his body. The special forces looked around, walked over to the corpse, put the stabbing on the corpse's clothes, and wiped the bloodstains.

As the special forces turned to leave, they muttered, "Good people don't deserve to die, bad people don't deserve to die, and stupid people die the fastest." Isn't it strange to see the grass in the middle of winter? ”

It turned out that the so-called shaking grass before was a prop for the special forces to disguise, and the grass was now on his back, as long as he lay down on the snow and his body sank in the snow, it was a good camouflage.

This is only the first Soviet scout to die at the hands of special forces, but definitely not the last.

The death of a comrade-in-arms was silent, and other Soviet scouts were not at all aware that someone had already been killed at this time. And in this forest, there are world-class special forces, ready to stretch out the hand of death to them and send them to hell.

Another Soviet scout was also careful to walk in the woods, just as he watched and listened. But the danger came too suddenly, and it was beyond their imagination.

He had just walked past a large tree when a figure slipped silently down from the tree and followed him closely. At this time, he also felt that something was wrong behind him, and just as he turned around, what caught his eye was a snow-white human face. The distance between the faces of the two was less than ten centimeters, and at this time, the Soviet scout only saw a smile from the other party, and before he could reflect what was going on, he only felt a pain in his throat, and the sound he wanted to scream just now could not come out at all.

He released the rifle from his hand and clutched his throat tightly with both hands. But the unstoppable blood still kept coming out. He fell to his knees weakly, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't bat himself. In the moment before he died, the smile of the special soldier kept flashing in his mind until the moment when he lost consciousness.

The special forces looked at the Soviet scout, who had lost his breath, smiled slightly, and turned to leave the place.

Less than two minutes passed, and all six Soviet scouts who had gone out on patrol had collapsed in the snow. And after cleaning up these six people, the special forces did not strike again. Instead, they secretly fenced off the place where the Soviet scouts gathered in an orderly manner, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

Time passed quietly, and five minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and the Soviet scouts who were resting in the jungle at this time felt that the atmosphere was a little different.

"It's not right, they've been gone for five minutes, and normally, they've changed back. They couldn't have gone too far, and even if one ran far, the others would have to come back. One of the scouts saw the silence and whispered to his comrades.

"It's only been five or six minutes, maybe they're walking too slowly, or maybe they're patrolling a little more carefully, and what's going to happen here. We didn't hear the sound of the Chinese army dispatching, so we shouldn't be fine, and we might be back later. Another scout spoke.

Hearing the words of the two, the others also spoke.

"It's probably that you're worried too much, and five minutes doesn't mean anything. And even if they are attacked, it is impossible for all six of them to die together silently. If something happens, we'll at least hear the movement. ”

"I guess so, if something happens, at least scream. And I don't think anyone can kill them silently, and if they do, then we're in danger too. ”

"But we also have to be aware that now in China, anything can happen. Carelessly, I suggest we send a few people to find them. ”

"No, we can't be separated anymore, we still have eight people now, and if we are separated again, if we do encounter a situation, then we will die faster. At this time, we must be united, and we must not be separated, whether something happens or not. ”

"It shouldn't be divided anymore, so that when something happens, it won't be powerless to fight back."

…… They spoke in a low voice, and five minutes passed again.

"It's been ten minutes, and the six of them haven't come back yet. We have to leave immediately, this place is no longer safe. ”

"Okay, rush back to the Soviet Union immediately, and you will be considered to have completed the task."

"Wait a little longer, maybe they're still on their way back. And if nothing happened, and Comrade Toliavsky they came back and couldn't find us, how can we explain? ”

"We can't wait any longer, we have to make a decision, something is definitely wrong now, maybe now the Chinese army has finished surrounding."

Hearing this, the others looked around vigilantly, and they found nothing. But it worked, and everyone agreed to get out of here.

"Now that it's all decided, let's go back immediately."

At this time, on a tree next to them, a special soldier saw that the eight Soviet scouts below had discussed for five minutes before making a decision. Immediately shook his head, Russian is a necessary course for their special forces, so the words of these Soviet scouts can be understood by the special forces on the tree. And he was so close to them that he could hear them very clearly, even if they spoke quietly.

When he heard that they were about to leave, he hurriedly gestured around the tree. Then he took out a pair of crossbows from his back, and on the crossbows, the crossbow arrows had been wound. Aiming at one of the group of Soviet scouts who were just about to get up, he didn't hesitate at all, and after aiming, he directly pulled the trigger.

After the crossbow bolt left the hand crossbow, it was inserted directly above the head of a Soviet scout. And the crossbow bolt was submerged in more than half, leaving only half of the arrow body outside.

The Soviet scout who was shot was about to get up, but he was only halfway up and only fell to the ground. didn't even snort, and then died of anger.

The other Soviet scouts thought he had slipped and fell, and a man next to him was about to pull him up. As soon as he lowered his body, he saw a crossbow bolt stuck in his head. Immediately exclaimed: "Enemy attack." ”

These two words attracted the attention of other Soviet scouts, but also triggered the fuse of the special forces offensive.

The Soviet scouts under the trees immediately took up arms, raised their muzzles, and aimed them at the trees. They also saw the crossbow arrows, and the first thing they thought of was attacking them. It's just that by the time they all set their sights on the tree, the special forces on the tree had already lost their figure.

And just as they were all looking into the trees, there were three crossbow arrows flying around, two of which were stuck in the necks of two Soviets. The other was inserted directly into the temple of another Soviet. Three people were shot dead on the spot.

Four people died in an instant, and just as the other four reacted, four figures rushed out from behind the tree not far from them. Before they could adjust the muzzle of their guns, the tip of the special forces' knives was already stabbing at them.

The four of them no longer bothered to shoot, and instinct drove them, forcing them to dodge to the side. All four were lucky, at least dodging the first attack. But is the means of attack of the special forces just that simple? It was absolutely impossible, the four military spikes followed closely the figure of the Soviets, and one suddenly accelerated, and the military spurs changed from thorns to sharpening, and the tip of the knife slashed directly through their necks, which they did not have time to avoid.

The battle was over, and fourteen more Soviet scouts fell on Chinese soil. And these fourteen Soviet scouts are only one of nearly a thousand. The Soviet scouts who made it back to Kyakhta alive probably didn't even get a whole percent.

(To be continued)