On the map, it's more than 300 kilometers south of Albuquerque, the largest city in New Mexico, to the U.S.-Mexico border. In that stretch, there are two cities on the American side, Lax Luces and Alamogordo. After an emergency transfer of the "Army General Staff's" newly established "Southern Operational Command," there must have been a lot of chickens and dogs jumping during the day, but when night fell, the target that the Americans were looking for in every possible way had already arrived at Safford more than 200 kilometers away from Lax Luzes, a small city also located in the southern border area of the United States.

The glow vanished into the sky, the cool breeze blowing in her face, and Lynn almost fell asleep with a double-barreled old-fashioned shotgun.

"Hey, sir, there's a hound up ahead!" The commando who was driving the car gently poked Lynn with his elbow while speaking fairly smooth English.

"Oh!"

Lynn opened his eyes, and as far as the headlights could reach, he saw U.S. military sentries standing along the road waving stop signs in their hands. There were only four people on the other side, armed with small arms such as pistols and submachine guns. At night, Lynn wasn't nervous at all. As a "vampire" commando who passed the training camp with excellent results, he has experienced many tragic battles on the Eastern Front in Europe, and he has developed extremely strong self-confidence in his ability to fight at night.

"If you can, you can mix it, otherwise...... No mercy! ”

Lynn said as she pulled out a silent pistol from her trouser pocket and stuck it behind her waist. When his companion stopped the car, he pushed the door open with a big grin and went down with a double-barreled shotgun.

Seeing a sturdy, shaggy young man with a powerful old musket in his hand and a powerful old musket in his hand, an American sentry nervously picked up a submachine gun. At this moment, Lynn calmly raised his hands, especially the double-barreled shotgun, and shouted with a curse in his mouth: "Is this damned America guilty of a capital crime with a shotgun?" ”

"Hey, man, don't be nervous!"

The American soldier, who looked more experienced, stretched out his hand and motioned for his companion to put away his weapon, and then said to Lynn with a calm expression, "Who are you and why are you going out with weapons?" ”

Lynn still raised his hands high, stood in place and said angrily, "Can't you see? We're all American citizens! Didn't the radio say today that New Mexico is full of attackers from Russia? Carrying a gun, of course, for self-defense, is it to hunt turkeys in the desert? ”

The experienced American sentry was not annoyed by this dirty "civilian", he walked up to Lynn with his hands on his hips, and said with a stupid smile: "Today's radio and radio stations are like crazy, causing people to panic, and the best way is to stay at home and not go anywhere!" In fact, if you really encounter an attacker, your old-fashioned shotgun is useless, so I advise you to put it back in the closet and take it out to hunt fire in the winter[***]! ”

"Stay at home? The axe for us to eat and drink? Well? ”

Lynn complained unrelentingly, and without waiting for the other party to make a body search, she directly shoved the double-barreled musket into his arms.

"Please hurry up and check, we're still in a hurry home for dinner, who knows how many fucking checkpoints there are in front of you!"

"You've been tested multiple times along the way?" The sentry carried the shotgun in his hand, and sure enough, he didn't do a detailed search of Lynn, but walked past him, routinely looking at the old-looking truck.

"From Holbrooke, I can't count the number of times I've been examined with one hand or one pair of feet!" Lynn grumbled exaggeratedly, took a cigarette from his other pocket, pretended not to find a match, and took two steps forward with the cigarette in his mouth, reaching out to the American soldier next to the checkpoint.

"What's in the car?" The sentry who walked to the side of the truck with a shotgun asked, and at this moment, the other three sentries did not come forward to check the incoming car with their companions.

"Cabbage, green beans and celery!"

The commandos in charge of driving the car did not speak English very well, and the situation of the inhabitants of the American Southwest was very complex, with Indians, Mexicans, and mestizos from European countries, so the poor official language was not so noticeable.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the opposite sentry to draw a match for himself, Lynn quietly glanced at the other two sentries, one of them with a pistol holster on his waist and fingers broken, and the other with a submachine gun on his back, leaning on a motorcycle, whispering something to his companions, and the long guard check obviously wore down their spirits and vigilance. To distract him, Lynn took a cigarette and asked, "Hey, man, would you like one?" ”

The U.S. military units with sufficient logistics were not short of cigarettes, coffee, and chocolates, but the sentry who had just snapped his fingers still came over and asked with a smile: "Could it be that the ingredients were added?" We can't touch that thing! ”

Lynn knew that they were talking about drugs, but she didn't have a clear idea of marijuana, which was popular in the southern United States at this time, or something else.

"Don't worry! Very ordinary cigarettes, 5 cents a pack, don't be too bad! ”

With a silenced pistol stuck in the belt at the back of his waist, only the extremely strong ones can chat with their opponents casually.

The sentry smiled and took two cigarettes from the cigarette pack, took one in his own mouth, and then turned to his companion to give him the rest, and Lynn handed the cigarette pack to the nearest sentry who provided the match, and he slung the gun on his back, took a cigarette and prepared to light it with a match—this was the moment when the three sentinels were at their weakest. Just then, Lynn heard the sentry on the other side of the truck say, "Untie the canvas and let me see the cargo in the truck." ”

The commando who drove the car replied, "Isn't it just some vegetables?" Sir! Just take a look! ”

The sentry said a little stubbornly: "No way, the order from above is very strict, untie the canvas cord, I have to go up and take a look!" ”

Kill yourself! Lynn said in his heart, since this is the case, he did not hesitate to pull out the pistol from behind, open the safety and wrench hammer in one go, and fired the first shot at his heart against the sentry who had just lit a cigarette in front of him, and the silencer could not completely eliminate the gunshot, but only make it weaker. The sentry sitting next to the motorcycle was stunned by the brutal and bloody scene, but before he could react, Lynn moved the muzzle of his gun and fired a second bullet into his head with precision. In the flash of lightning, the three sentries had already killed two, the one with his back to Lynn was lighting a cigarette, and by the time he realized that something was wrong and dropped the cigarette and match and reached for the gun, Lynn had already pulled the trigger on his back continuously. On the other side of the truck, before the gunshots were heard, the commando who was driving the car had already prepared to kill, and at this moment he had already cut the throat of the sentry next to the car with a dagger without any suspense.

At the end of the battle, Lynn was about to ask the commandos to come over and help throw the body under the sand dunes on the side of the road, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a sound on the other side of the sand dunes, turned his head and squinted: No! There was a motorcycle parked a little behind the checkpoint, but no one was in sight, so to speak...... There are more than four people on guard here!

It is difficult to get rid of a hundred secrets, Lynn hurriedly followed the voice just now, and soon caught a glimpse of a black shadow more than ten or twenty meters below the sand dune, that guy was obviously relieved before, and when he found that something was wrong, he hurriedly picked up his pants, and there was no weapon in his hand, so he had to run in the opposite direction without his life at this time. Lynn raised his hand and fired two shots in a row, this cz27 equipped with a muffler is really not loud, but its caliber is small, so the power and range are even more pitiful, and the two bullets have not been able to stop this shit luck guy in the past. Unfamiliar with the environment, Lynn did not rush to chase after it, but quickly turned around and beckoned his companion to turn the car around and shine it with the headlights. But the trucks of this era are not like the large heavy trucks of a few decades later, the main headlights are as bright as the searchlights, and under the limited lampshade, the figure has already crawled and ran away, not to mention the pistol, even if he picks up the spears left by other American sentries, he may not be able to hit, not to mention that he must try to avoid the sound of gunfire.

Helpless, annoyed, Lynn could only blame himself for not observing carefully enough when approaching the sentry post, and he didn't expect to run into a temporary U.S. military sentry, so it seemed that he had to hurriedly clean up the scene, so as not to cause too much trouble to his companions who passed by, and then it was time to evacuate quickly in a truck. But under the illumination of the headlights, he vaguely saw that there seemed to be someone riding a horse in the Gobi in the distance, and it was impossible to identify the other party's outfit from such a distance.

Bandit? Bandit? Drug dealer? Onlookers?

If this is the case, Lynn is not worried, afraid of running into the American cavalry on the alert.

"Quick, get these guys aside!"

Lynn didn't summon the other commandos from behind the vegetables in the carriage, but stuck the pistol back into his belt, and quickly threw the corpses of the American sentries and the motorcycles they left behind under the sand dunes on the side of the road.

Is it really the Yankee's cavalry? Lynn immediately became alert, although the ancient type of cavalry was outdated on the battlefield, it was still valuable to carry out vigilant patrols in the rear, especially in areas with complex terrain. He hurriedly beckoned his companion to take out the assault rifle from under the saddle and retreated to the truck, but when the other man's appearance appeared in front of the headlights, Lynn breathed a sigh of relief, because he saw two ununiformed starters, one of whom was obviously carrying an unconscious American soldier on his horse's buttocks.

"Are you friends with Bach?" The riders asked in English from afar.

Thank God, thanks to Bach, Lynn almost crossed her chest. It was a big surprise to be able to meet you here. Bach's image in his mind suddenly rose from an idol to the level of a half-immortal.

"I am, I'm a friend of Bach!"

Hearing Lynn's answer, the two riders rode up and lifted the captured American soldier off his horse. The guy had been slashed in the neck and was no longer breathing.

When the other party arrived, Lynn really saw their faces and attire, they wore wide-brimmed hats, shirts, waistcoats, and breeches, and they were dressed as cowboys, but they had tawny skin that was completely different from that of Caucasians. Native American? Mexican?

The lead rider was a middle-aged man, and he said in not very standard English: "Drive with us!" ”

(To be continued)