Three commandos were selected to participate in the sentry, Spelman took out the American military uniform from the bags on the mule and horseback, and each of the four changed into "sheepskins" and brought pistols with mufflers, and in order to make the outfits look more like, they also borrowed two old-fashioned "Springfield" rifles from the Indians, and inserted them in the holsters in front of the saddle side to act as the active cavalry guns of the American army.

"Waiting for our good news!" Lieutenant Spelman confidently said that although he was a staff officer, as a member of the "Vampire" commando, he was in no way inferior to the front-line combat troops, and the other three commandos were also veterans in this field. As long as the language is okay, the trip should be a safe one.

Seeing Spelman galloping away on a tall horse, Lynn was so envious that he could only continue to ride honestly on the back of the mule and follow the horse team slowly along the rugged mountain road. In other words, you can't smoke cigarettes, because on such a starry night, in this mountainous area lacking vegetation, a little fire can be found by people more than ten kilometers away.

Boredom and going on, wanting to sleep for a while, this mule and horse with individual consciousness made Lynn dare not make a mistake, and chatted with the guide without saying a word, and gradually there was no topic to talk about. After staying up for nearly an hour, I finally saw another horse returning in front of me, and sure enough, it was the Indian young man who was leading the way for Spelman, and he still spoke Indian to the leader of the guides.

Soon, the guide turned his head and said to Lynn with respect, "Your men have cleared the American sentries, and we can pass safely!" ”

"I'll just say it's a piece of cake!" Lynn smiled proudly.

The guide did not give a word of praise, but said in a matter-of-fact manner: "There are still about 7 kilometers from here to the checkpoint, and it will take an hour at our present speed, and if we want to speed up, it is better to wrap the horse's hooves, because the American troops at the pass are only 5 kilometers from the mountain." ”

These distances had been said by the guide before, and Lynn had memorized them, and listening to him say them again, he probably deliberately reminded himself that this distance did not ensure safety. After Lieutenant Spelman left for a while, he was already the temporary commander of the horse team, thought about it, and gave three orders: "Rest in place for 5 minutes." Wrap the mule and horse's hooves in cloth and cover the mouth. Tie hands to the experts and seal them. ”

The hoof wrapping was naturally left to the Indian riders who were familiar with the horses, and they were obviously well prepared before they set out. The commandos dismounted and rested, because there were only five experts, and two of them who refused to cooperate had already tied their hands and feet and gagged their mouths, and only Oppenheimer and the other two experts had to be "tied and sealed", that is, their mouths were gagged with strips of cloth and their hands were tied with reins, so that they could still control the docile mules and ensure that they would not shout when they passed near the American troops.

When Lynn got closer to check, Oppenheimer glanced up at him, his eyes shining with tiredness and frustration, but no resentment or resentment. Lynn became more and more curious about what Colonel Valdes had said to him, but it was inconvenient for him to ask directly at this time, and Oppenheimer probably didn't want to say.

"German sir!"

The middle-aged guide rode up to the distance, looked at Lynn from above, and said, "It's all ready, if we want to get to the border before dawn, we'd better hurry up." ”

Although his butt was sore, Lynn still replied cheerfully, "Okay! Let's go! ”

Arranged for the commandos to take care of an expert, Lynn thought about it and thought that it should be right, and these experts should also know that now everyone is in the same boat, if they deliberately mischievous, once the ship sinks, no one will want to live.

Wrapped in the horse's hooves, the sound of the horse team moving is really much quieter, and there is no obvious effect after a slight acceleration. However, according to the guide, the horse's hooves cannot be wrapped all the time, after all, even the best fabric grinds quickly under the horse's hooves. I quickened up and hurried for more than half an hour, and finally saw the hill where the US military had set up a guard guard, it was located in the mountains, the mountains on the east and west sides were steep, the north and south were like a flat pole, and the tanks and vehicles could not pass, mules and horses and trekking could pass smoothly, and it was estimated that it was already in Mexico after the real downhill.

Lynn pulled the mule to stop in place, and then took out the telescope to observe, the pass is located on the east side of the hill, not directly at the foot of the slope, and there are two undulating hills and two steep ravines in the middle, 5 kilometers must be the distance of riding a horse, the straight-line distance between the two is probably less than 2,000 meters, not to mention the sound of gunshots, even if the voice is louder, it can attract the attention of the other party.

I wanted to ask the guide if it would be safer to dismount and lead the way, but when I stopped and watched for a while, the guy had already ridden out forty or fifty meters, and Lynn dared to rush the mule to speed up, so he had to follow the horse team in fear. At this point, the lead rider slowed down noticeably, bringing the whole team back to the steady pace at which they had started. Three or four o'clock in the morning is the most sleepy time of the day, although the pass is lit up, but no figure is seen moving. After about a quarter of an hour, Lynn and his formidable mount finally arrived at the American outpost, which had been touched by the commandos, and saw Spelman standing there with a happy face, with eight corpses side by side.

Didn't the Indian sentry say that there were only four or five people? If it's an observation error, it's a bit bigger! Could it be that Spelman and the others arrived here and touched the sentry who was originally on duty, and soon ran into someone who came to change the guard?

Half a year's war experience is a little more tender than those real veterans, but Lynn's strength lies in his inquisitiveness, he knows that touching the sentry is not to kill the more enemies the better, on the contrary, as long as the obstacles to completing the mission are removed, the fewer enemy sentries will be killed, and the chance of early exposure will be smaller. If Spelman and the others really killed two groups of sentries in front and back, then it wouldn't be long before the U.S. command that sent the sentries would find out about the anomaly.

Thinking of this, Lynn cautiously turned over and dismounted, leading the obedient animal to Spelman's side.

"Two groups of sentinels?"

"Uh-huh!" Spelman also responded proudly.

"Tsk!" Lynn frowned and looked over at the pass, and asked, "Where did they come from?" ”

"yes!" Spelman didn't react for a moment.

Lynn turned his head to look at the lieutenant in surprise, this guy may have been to the front line for too long to participate in actual combat, so that after the initial success, he was complacent and lost his due cool head and sense of the overall situation.

"The U.S. troops on the other side of the pass will soon find out that the sentries on the sentry on rotation have not returned!"

"This ......" Spelman was stunned for a moment, and soon he realized the seriousness of the problem, and he immediately felt bad.

Meeting the lieutenant's gaze, Lynn shook his head: "No way, there is no choice in this situation, we can only say that we are not very lucky!" ”

Spelman asked, "Why don't I bring someone here to the back of the palace, and if the U.S. military sends personnel to check on it, we will clean it up all together until all the follow-up horse teams have passed?" ”

Lynn still shook his head, although he is still only a lieutenant, but in all fairness, the maturity and openness of battlefield thinking are more than one grade higher than that of Lieutenant Spelman in front of him - it is not that he accuses his colleagues of being stupid, in a regular army, the main accusation of the lieutenant is to upload and order, to be the specific executor in terms of combat strategy, and to restrain and manage ordinary non-commissioned officers and soldiers in military personnel, and not to expect each of them to be like Rommel when he was young, or to smell on the battlefield, In terms of judgment, it is at the level of Manstein and Moder.

"Let the Indians send a starter to return the way they came, report the situation to the people behind, if the second horse team has already departed, let them take a detour as much as possible, if they haven't set off yet, let the colonel move them to a safer place as soon as possible, and the U.S. military will definitely search the nearby villages!" After saying this quickly, Lynn thought for a moment, and then added: "The American military sentries here are killed, and we should quickly clean up the scene and erase as much as possible the traces that may expose our size and whereabouts." ”

Spelman nodded again and again: "Okay, that's it!" ”

Just as Lynn was about to mount her mule to find the guide and send someone back to report the news, she suddenly heard someone in the horse team shouting in English, "Ah...... There are enemies on the mountain! American soldiers! There is an enemy on the hill ......"

"Damn it!"

Lynn was shocked, he heard it, it was Oppenheimer's voice, this guy actually broke the strip of cloth on the seal, and he was still shouting loudly in this critical position.

"Hey...... Ah! ”

Listening to this voice, the commandos in the vicinity finally dragged down the guy who suddenly "went crazy" and held it down. Leaving the mule, Lynn ran over angrily, only to see that Oppenheimer had been pressed to the ground by two commandos, although the order of the horse team was not disturbed by this sudden change, but everyone could see that this guy had broken the big deal!

Lynn was furious, and he had scolded this cunning and insidious Jewish ancestor for eighteen generations, but he could only stand by helplessly, because he knew that even if he beat this guy Mo now, it would be useless.

The Indian guide rode back and asked viciously, "What are you doing?" Don't want to live anymore? ”

The negligence lay on his side, and Lynn had to say in a tactful tone, "Sorry, we didn't take good care of this guy!" Please hurry up and continue with the horse team, we will take care of it, and ...... Please send one of you back to the village, and if you run into a team of horses on the way, let them take a detour immediately, and if not, go to the village and tell our commander to move as soon as possible, and the Americans will definitely search the nearby villages, and let your men be prepared! ”

"You white people are really ......," the guide seemed to be speechless. At this time, there was already the sound of whistles and gatherings from the pass, and some officers could be vaguely heard urging their subordinates loudly, presumably hearing the shouts and dispatching troops to come up to investigate. Lynn turned back to the east-facing side and looked at the pass where the headlights lit up, and he knew that in this situation he could not be deceived by his tongue alone. Resolutely unloaded the assault rifle from his back, the speed of the horse team was the fastest, in order to cover their safe evacuation, this battle of the palace must be fought, I only hope that good luck is still with me.

(To be continued)