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The wind at the top of the slope was very strong, blowing the branches and leaves of several large pine trees, and only the whirring wind could be heard in my ears. Suddenly, Lynn felt empty under her feet and stepped on something soft and intangible.

A camouflage net to cover the sentry?!

Although he immediately restrained his feet, at this moment, Lynn had a lot to consider.

Is this the only dark whistle at the top of the slope, or is it one of two or three? If you directly lift the camouflage net, will you end it with a knife or try to capture it? If the other party is prepared, how should I respond?

Considering that his kick might have caught the other man's attention, Lynn didn't have time to think about it, he leaned down and gently lifted the mesh that was the same color as the ground with the tip of his dagger. At this moment, I suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring at me.

This is definitely a scene only found in horror movies!

His thoughts almost fell into a blank, but it was a matter of life and death, Lynn knew that he had to break through this psychological barrier, his heart was crossed, his teeth were tight, his right foot kicked the ground, and the whole person fell down very awkwardly. In the blink of an eye, both the knee and calf felt the impact on the body instead of the dirt, and a muffled grunt was heard. In complete darkness, Lynn couldn't determine the target's condition, so she had to rely on her instinct to cut down.

Looking back many years later, Lynn still feels that this was the most shit scene of her military career.

If a knife cuts the throat, both sides will be spared their own pain, but Lynn's knife only penetrated the other party's back. The Russian cried out in pain, but fortunately he was not exerting enough force, and in the pit that had been dug beforehand, his voice did not become an alarm to his companions.

Like a housewife who failed to kill chickens, Lynn drew her knife with her right hand and thrust it down in her right hand in a panic, and struck her opponent's head with the brand-new shell gun in her left hand - this Soviet soldier should have been unlucky, and when Lynn attacked him, he lay down in this dirt pit and looked west with a small camouflaged periscope, not noticing Lynn and Karl climbing up from the side and rear at all. To make matters worse, he put aside the steel helmet that would have protected his head. What a sharp weapon the Model 1932 Mauser military pistol was, he greeted him in the back of the head, and knocked him unconscious in two blows, and the successive stabs in his back were even more brutal and ferocious.

If it weren't for the muffled sound of "poof" nearby, Lynn's dazed state of loss of soul would probably continue.

"Carl?"

Thoughts were like a television that had been powered off and back on, and when it was back on, it was working again - Lynn looked up to see Carl crouched by a pine tree two meters away, gun pointed at the other side.

After making sure that the target on his side had been completely warped, Lynn crawled over with a face covered in blood. Sure enough, there is a dark sentry here, if Carl hadn't solved it in time, I'm afraid he would have used the rifle in his hand to warn!

Returning to her senses to inspect the scene, Lynn discovered that the two sentries were each equipped with a Mosin with sniper scopes. Nagant, and the pits they dug were running east-west and north-south, just overlooking all sides. Fortunately, dark clouds obscured the night, and these Soviet soldiers did not have night vision equipment, so they were coldly exploited by Lynn and Karl.

Call......

Leaning under the pine tree, Lynn felt exhausted, and the process of slashing the enemy soldiers just now still made him frightened, but when he thought that the soldiers assigned to his command were already on their way to the north side of the village of Capoca, the strong sense of responsibility driven by ambition made him struggle to get up, and he was going to call Karl, but after thinking about it, if the night attack troops had not launched an attack, the Soviet sentry on rotation had just arrived, and the alarm would have been raised when they saw that their own personnel had been killed. Why not let Carl stay here with a silencer pistol, and kill a pair of enemies when he comes, which can be regarded as relieving his worries.

The dark clouds that obscured the moon had drifted over, and the bright moonlight was once again shining on the war-torn land. Lynn was about to give Carl an order, but saw this guy crouching next to another pine tree with his rifle and looking in the northwest direction, so he walked over lightly and whispered, "Hey, Carl, what do you see?" ”

Carl didn't speak, just gave the sniper rifle to Lynn, and pointed down at the foot of the slope to the northwest. There is a sparse pine forest, covering an area of only two or three acres, which is very common in Eastern Europe. After taking a closer look at the rifle's scope, Lynn was shocked: there were not only walking figures in the pine forest, but also three-wheeled motorcycles and cars!

If it weren't for the bright moonlight, if it weren't for standing on the top of this slope, if it weren't for the scope of a sniper rifle, Lynn knew that she wouldn't have spotted the Soviet troops in ambush in the woods. If you outflank the village of Capoca separately according to the original plan, I am afraid that in the end you will end up being outflanked and annihilated by the other party.

The more she encounters such an emergency, the more Lynn misses her cell phone and walkie-talkie. At the moment, even if he and Carl ran separately to inform him, it was estimated that it would not be too late to stop Eric from leading the team to attack, and it would be even more difficult to get the three troops to evacuate safely.

Lynn looked at Carl beside him helplessly, but what could an ordinary soldier say to him?

There was no other way, Lynn had no choice but to say to Karl: "Go to Sergeant Eric and tell him that the Russians have ambushed troops around the village, and that there may be ambushes in the village, and whether their attack has started and is going well by the time you arrive, let them get out as soon as possible!" ”

"Good!" Carl still agreed without hesitation, thinking about whether it was wrong, and asked Lynn, "What should you do, sir?" ”

"If there is a gunshot in the village, the Soviet troops here will definitely be dispatched, and I will find a way to hold them down here! Tell Sergeant Eric not to worry about my safety and to avoid this area as much as possible when retreating! "Lynn didn't need to hide her intentions, but she just deliberately said something tragic.

"No, sir, let me stay!" Karl's tone made Lynn surprisingly firm, and he did waver for a moment, but he still denied the soldier's request.

"Execute the order!" This sentence is bland and cold enough.

Carl was speechless, silently gave Lynn a gesture of his hand, and left all the ammunition he had with him before leaving.

When his companion left the top of the slope, Lynn sighed. Ping Yue always felt that it was very majestic to be a lonely hero, but when it was really his turn to do so, he felt extremely lonely in his heart. At this moment, he thought of little Catrili, of Alice, of "The Butcher", of the boring but ordinary stories of the past.

One day, I will say goodbye to the past.

Putting her sentimental thoughts aside, Lynn walked into the pit that Carl had cleared with her assault rifle and turned over the remains of a Soviet soldier lying on his back - the guy had been shot twice in the head and chest, and he should have died without much pain. In comparison, the old brother next door was much more miserable.

Use a dagger to cut two strips of cloth from Mao Zibing's uniform, tie the four magazines left by Carl in pairs, put the MP44 aside, and pick up Mosin with a sniper scope. Nagant observes the condition of the pine forest. It is impossible to see how many Soviet soldiers were ambushed there, and the motorcycles and cars that could be observed may have been only a small part of them, but fortunately they were still in a daze about the changes at the top of the slope. In this way, Lynn was able to calmly estimate the distance, as well as the direction and speed of the wind, and collect all the weapons and ammunition that could be used from the corpses of the two Mao Zibing.

Syllable! Syllable! Da Da Da ......

When the gunshots finally rang out, Lynn turned his head to look over at the village of Capoca, and although the battle scene was not visible to the naked eye, he could imagine it in his mind. For Sergeant Eric, who had fought side by side, and for those new companions who had been with him for less than a day, Lynn could only silently pray in his heart for them to hand in good luck.