This night, Lao Xi was excited, from the beginning of the cooperation with the ARMS company, to the customization of this batch of production equipment, it can be seen that this company is extremely credible, he is looking forward to this contract, in this way, for his military expansion, is a great help, with a large amount of steel and oil support, his confidence is more.

He was so excited that he couldn't sleep, and Dong Ku didn't sleep all night, he discussed with Liu Zhong about forming a troop, and he was also waiting.

Dong Ku was waiting, waiting for news from Xing Yuan, waiting for Meng Zhaocheng's results.

At half past three in the morning, everyone on the Soviet and Russian positions on the border was sleeping soundly, except for the observation posts in front. They didn't know that death had come to them, and they were snoring like thunder.

The town, a few dozen kilometers away from the border, was also asleep, and there was no one standing guard here, except for the military camp. It's not that they're careless, it's that the border is not so easy to walk here, and it's very difficult to find a small town in the mountains and forests where the snow is one or two meters thick, and it's not right next to the railway.

The two target stations are slightly better, not only are there guards in the barracks, but there are also watchtowers in the stations, although the searchlights on them are not on, but the people are not sleeping, they are shrinking their necks, holding their arms, walking back and forth on them, and from time to time to glance at the surrounding movements.

The hour hand was ticking, and in the night, one by one, figures had already approached the target, and they were silently hiding in the dark along the hard snow, waiting for the command to attack.

While...... While......

A fine English-made table clock in Dong Ku's house rang.

Dong Ku and Liu Zhong both looked up at the table clock.

As the bell rang, the figures that were lurking outside the target of the attack flashed their gestures, and then, in groups of three, alternately taking cover, touched their respective targets.

The border post near Mohe was the most garrisoned by the Soviet army. There were about 1,300 people. In addition to a permanent cement fortress, there are also searchlights at the front.

When four o'clock came, the three searchlights in the front were still shaking their heads and scanning the white world with their pillars of light.

But the Soviets didn't know what to do, and the position where the pillar of light shone was not without a figure, but they were all white, and the guns were wrapped in white cloth. They can't see it. And the people, not even a hundred meters away from them, were lying in the snow, waiting for the signal from the opposite side.

In the camp a thousand meters away, in the watchtowers on both sides of the gate, two sentries were curling their necks, snorting and stomping their feet, enduring the bitter cold of more than forty degrees. Waiting for the changing of the guard at six o'clock.

Just as the two of them were staggering back and forth, enduring the torment of the cold, suddenly, the two pairs felt a headache at the same time, and then their faces covered with hoarfrost were sprayed with warm liquid, and the four of them swayed almost at the same time, falling to the ground.

The sound of cooing was particularly harsh in the cold, but. No one could hear from the tightly closed doors and the curtained windows.

As the four of them fell to the ground, a figure stood up in the snow dozens of meters away. Rushing quickly towards the camp, in a few breaths, he entered the camp gate with Makqin at the door.

After they entered the camp, they quietly approached the wooden cage houses, each holding a flashlight upside down in one hand and a shell gun in the other hand on the neck of the hand holding the flashlight. Prepare for a raid.

As the first flashlight lit up, the flashlights in front of several barracks were lit up, and the closed barracks doors were pulled open, and the flashlights shook. Quickly disappear in the doorway.

The sound of popping echoed through all the barracks, and the splashes of blood mixed with a short, muffled grunt drifted through the barracks, and the clanging shells accompanied the hellish sounds, making them sound less terrifying.

At the moment of the start of the raid, no one in the Soviet army woke up at all, and they all went to see Marx with a pop. The soldier who was playing around in was awakened by the cold air that had poured into the house, but before he could look up, in a daze, he fell back into the bed again, leaving only the flying red mist and the muffled grunt of the shot.

The soldiers who rushed into the barracks quickly pulled the trigger, and one bullet after another shot into the bodies of those Russian soldiers who were powerless to resist, harvesting lives one by one.

After being cleared to the innermost, in this wooden cage room, fifty or sixty Soviet Russian soldiers did not even have a chance to shout, and within a minute or two, they were all killed.

In the thick bloody atmosphere, the flashlight scanned over the corpses, and the slight shaking was immediately two puff shots.

After a short search, the three men stayed in the barracks, took out sharp knives and began to clean up the battlefield, mending knives one by one. The others quickly left the bloody and almost sticky barracks and gathered outside.

As the barracks rushed out of the figures, nearly 1,000 soldiers in the entire camp were all killed without sending a warning.

After the figure rushed out, it quickly diverted, pounced on the stables, pounced on the house, searched for possible enemies, and quickly cleared the camp.

In less than ten minutes, in addition to the soldiers of the advance army, there were only a few hundred war horses left in the entire camp still alive with their noses played.

As the group reported safety, the captain in charge of the command took out tracer bullets, took off the sniper rifle on his back, and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

Burst!

The tracer bullet flew into the dark night sky with its fiery tail, and quickly disappeared.

As the tracer bullets rose, the searchlights on the forward positions went out almost simultaneously.

"Enemy attack!!"

The Russian soldiers shouted, rushing to the firing hole, and with it, flares rose into the air.

As soon as the flare was raised, a bang was heard, and then the Russian soldier in the firing port saw a flash of fire a few hundred meters away.

"There!!"

The Russian soldiers shouted, slamming their guns in the direction of the fire.

Suddenly, the clear early morning was disturbed by the sound of gunshots like bursting beans, so that the robes who had nested in the snow in the forest left the hot nest in panic, stood there, listened with their ears open, and then spread their hooves and fled.

At the moment when the gunshots rang out, the soldiers of the Xi'an Qin Army in the camp turned on their flashlights and went straight to the forward position along the hard snow track.

The gunshots rang out in eight minutes, but there was no movement in the darkness in the distance on the opposite side.

Hit the target?

All the Russian soldiers stared at the distance in confusion.

At that moment, another shot came from afar.

This shot attracted dozens of rounds of return fire.

Before the thumping gunshots fell, the soldiers on the position saw flashlights flickering in the direction of the camp behind them, and figures with guns running towards them.

"I didn't notice any major movements, so don't be so nervous......"

A Russian soldier muttered, turned back and looked into the distance.

"It's good, it's pretty fast."

One of the ensigns nodded in satisfaction, withdrew his gaze, and stared out of the firing port.

Just as their eyes turned to the front, the flashlight shook and entered the dark trenches and pillboxes, and then the light pillar of the flashlight shone on the Soviet Russian soldiers facing ahead.

Before these Soviet and Russian soldiers could extinguish their flashlights, a popping sound suddenly sounded.

"Ahh

"Hmmm......"

As the pop sounded, the short muffled snort and the shouts that had just come out of the throat resounded through the darkness, and as the blood mist in the flashlight column flew, one by one the Soviet Russian soldiers fell to the cold ground in a daze.

They could never have imagined that the reinforcements from the barracks would actually shoot at them, and they would shoot them in the back.

The Soviet Russian soldiers in the trench bunkers at the distance did not realize that something was wrong, and when there was a faint sound in the distance, they still felt strange, reinforcements were coming, what was the noise? Once you are caught, you will suffer.

But as the flashlight entered their trenches, they instantly understood what was going on. It's one thing to understand, it's another thing to react, and by the moment they understand, their consciousness has dissipated, and this understanding is just the last trace of consciousness before they die.

When the reinforcements arrived in the camp, the whole position fell silent, and before and after not even five minutes, a fiery red tracer bullet rose on the position.

As the tracer bullets rose, the figures rose up on the snow and rushed to the front position as fast as they could, then crossed the barbed wire fence and burrowed into the trench bunker.

"Okay!"

The dog slapped the captain in charge of the attack, and then, without waiting for the captain to be polite, he raised his hand and fired a signal flare with a green firing port.

As the flare lifted into the air, a thousand meters away in the distance, behind the snow ridge, a team of horses crawled through the thick snow amid the shouting of the plow.

"Okay, I'll go back and ask for credit from Lao Xing!"

Shooting a flare, the dog turned around and praised again.

"Sir, this is a sneak attack, it should have this effect, you don't have to ask me for credit."

The captain stood up and said loudly.

The dog didn't have a military rank, and he didn't dare to call him indiscriminately, so he had to talk back and forth with the title of chief, which is suitable for all officials.

The dog boldly patted the captain on the shoulder again and said, "Gotcha! Don't lie to me, please take the credit, now I order, you take your team and escort the horse team to the station thirty kilometers away. ”

"Yes!"

The captain shouted the order, turned and left the trench, shouting, "Assemble the special combat team!" ”

With his shout, the soldiers quickly lined up.

"Go back to the backpack storage area, pack your belongings, and go in five minutes!"

"Yes!"

With a neat tiger roar, this group of warriors with a heavy bloody aura quickly left the forward position.

"Lao Xing's soldiers are not bad......"

The dog looked at the group of fighters who were forbidden and showed no signs of scattering, and muttered approvingly.

With the arrival of the dog and the big team, this position he had been thinking about for a long time was in his hands.

Take everything, not a single grain of food and belongings, burn the corpses on the spot, plant explosives, blow up these concrete buildings!

"Yes!"

With the command of the Oroqen warriors, this position that Soviet Russia had held for many years began to experience bandit-like sack (to be continued......