The march from Bratsk overnight, the troops pulling the grain were quite cautious. The outposts and left and right escort teams sent out along the way cautiously moved forward in the night, listening to the movements around them. The procession, pulling the plough and driving the forcibly recruited horses, meanders along the snow where the road is out of sight, but the forest is a passage.

More than ten kilometers away, ten armed transport planes hovered in the air, and on the rope, a figure quickly slid down, and in just a few seconds, the people were unloaded, and then, in the night, they returned to the air.

In the snow, several fiercely burning torches were extinguished, and a team of about 100 people quickly disappeared into the forest. The snow-white clothes quickly made them disappear, and the forest that had just been noisy restored to calm.

The team carrying food and supplies marched, completely unaware of what was going on more than a dozen kilometers away. The scout's path-opening team walked cautiously on the road, and the teams on both sides also cautiously observed and advanced in the forest.

Although they knew that the enemy had withdrawn, they did not dare to be careless. Who knows if the enemy will set up an ambush or something, and they are not good at what to do.

The pathfinder team was a thousand meters away from the main force, and they followed the trail of the forest road in the dark night, steadily stalking. In my ears, there was only the squeak in the snow, and there was no other movement.

During the march, a snow mist suddenly erupted next to the team, and before the people in the team could scream, in the darkness, a cold light flashed, and then, one by one, the figures covered their throats, and the bloody breath instantly filled.

Cutting the trachea and arteries with a knife is a compulsory course for the soldiers. They didn't shoot, fearing that the bullet would accidentally injure their comrades, not to mention that they might not be killed with one hit, so they adopted the strategy of approaching the attack, and it was only a breath away. The squad of thirty men was silent.

The movement here is unknown to the teams guarding the wings on both sides, and the two teams of a dozen people each are carefully advancing through the forest.

The Russian army with the head went around a big tree, and the moment his head was not turned behind the tree, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind the tree and covered his mouth like lightning. Immediately, the soldier's throat was cold, and the pressure on his body was quickly released.

The soldier who followed him was startled, and before he could raise his hand and raise his gun, a stream of snowflakes suddenly flew from the snow next to him, his eyes flickered, and then a slight tingling pain in his throat, he didn't even see the appearance of the enemy, and the anger in his body was instantly emptied. Weakened and limp.

The sound of puff echoed in the forest, and one by one the figures appeared strangely beside the Soviet Russian soldiers, and without waiting for the other party to react, they were all wiped throats and put down, and they couldn't even make a sound.

"A set of targets cleaned up."

"The second set of targets has been cleared ......"

In the woods, faint voices rang out.

"Action!"

Another voice whispered in the darkness, and then, figures flashed in three bloody locations. The woods were calm again. Only the thick bloody atmosphere makes the forest so weird.

There were seven or eight hundred people escorting the grain. The strength of a regiment, all here. They didn't have walkie-talkies, and the search team ahead had no other means of communication than to use gunfire to warn them.

During the march, one of the soldiers in the group sniffled. Puzzled, he said, "Why does it smell oily?" Is kerosene spilled? ”

When he said this, others smelled it. A faint smell of oil wafted through the air.

"Let's see if the barrel of oil is dewed."

A lieutenant shouted quietly.

The march did not stop. A horse pulling the oil plough quickly approached to check if it was dew.

At this moment, a fire suddenly rose in the snow on the side of the road, and then. Clusters of firelight were lit up in the snow on both sides of the mountain road like street lamps. The flames, rising more than half a meter high, were burning on the surface of the snow, which was very strange.

This is?

The dark forest suddenly became bright, and all the Russian troops were stunned.

The strange appearance of the fire can't help but make people's minds flash all kinds of supernatural events.

Before the thoughts in their minds were finished, a pop sounded densely in the team.

With the sound, the dazed heads burst with a bang, and clouds of blood mist flew in the firelight. The thick smell of blood obscured the wafting smell of oil, turning the forest into a killing field in an instant.

"Enemy attack!!"

"There's an ambush!!"

At this moment, they no longer understand that they are fools. In the midst of the shouting, one by one the soldiers threw themselves on the snow, their guns pointed out, but they did not know where they were shooting.

There are black holes all around, and they are the only ones who are like a bonfire. The enemy's fire did not yet see the light of the fire and could not hear the gunshots, where did this allow them to return fire?

Just because they can't fight back doesn't mean that life-threatening bullets won't fly.

The sound of the pop did not stop because they were lying down, and the heads still exploded one by one, and the corpses lay weakly in the snow, the blood stained the white snow around the head, and it was so vivid in the firelight.

"Where is the enemy?!"

"Where are they !??"

The Russian troops shouted in horror one by one, hiding behind the climbing plows, sticking out of their guns and looking around.

There was not a single movement in the cycle, only the unconscious snorts of the horses, the heavy breathing of Russian soldiers, and the nervous movement of their bodies in the snow.

But this bullet that couldn't stop the life-threatening bullet for a long time, and in the popping sound, there were still people killed, and there were headshots of one color.

"Ahh Come out!! ”

A Russian soldier could not stand the pressure of this silent death, broke down and stood up and fired a shot into the darkness, roaring loudly, pulling the bolt, raising the gun, ready to shoot again.

Burst!

Before his hand was raised, his skull exploded, and the Tianling Gai was flying out of the coffin by Xian, and in the firelight, the droplets scattered, and the person fell directly to the ground.

"I'm fighting with you!!"

The other soldier could not bear the pressure of this fear, jumped up, and pulled the trigger in a frenzied rush into the darkness.

Touch!

At the same time as the gunshot, his skull exploded, as if he had shot himself in the head.

The sound of puffing was still dense, and in less than a minute, the snow before and after the plough was lying with corpses, and the blood stained the surrounding snow.

"Extinguish the fire!!"

"Put out the fire!!"

The reaction was fast, and only then did they understand the effect of those flames, and they shouted one after another.

But their voices stopped abruptly, and the flames, naturally, no one extinguished them.

Nearly 1,000 people, in less than three minutes, fired only a few dozen shots, and there are only a few who are still alive.

Jiuzi, this is, suddenly there was a roar in the sky, from far to near, and the sound became louder and louder.

The flames in the snow also slowly weakened at this moment, and before the plane approached in the sky, it flickered and looked like it was about to be extinguished.

The Russian troops who were still alive jumped up one after another at the moment when the light dimmed, and ran wildly towards the forest.

But their running, even if they don't use the light, can still be gnawed in the forest, and in the sound of poof, the running figures fall down one by one, and they can't run far.

The horses smelled of blood, and they were already frightened by the gunfire just now, but as soon as the horses neighed, they were hit in the head by bullets flying from nowhere, and then they rolled over and fell to the ground, their bodies twitching, and the snow particles flew everywhere.

At the moment when the motor roared in the sky, more horses were frightened, and with no one to lead them, they neighed in panic and squeezed forward regardless of it, trying to get out of here.

The sound of popping was intense, and the horses were hit by bullets, and before the fire was completely extinguished, there were few horses still alive.

Those Russian fighters who have not yet been killed understand at this moment, and they don't have to worry about their lives. The other party obviously didn't plan to stay alive, otherwise, how could he even kill the horses?

Sure enough, they guessed correctly, at the moment when the fire was extinguished, a snow-bright headlamp suddenly lit up in the sky, and pillars of light shone on the corpses all over the ground, and then, the poofing gunfire rang out again, and the few remaining Soviet Russian soldiers were killed by bullets the moment the light came.

The lights moved slowly through the air, illuminating the winding corpse-paved path, until they reached the end of the procession, when only a dozen or so horses were killed, and the lights were extinguished one by one.

At the same time as the lights went out, there was a meadow on the left, where torches were lit, and several figures quickly took the torches and continued to ignite, and then the forks were in the snow, and then ignited, and then plugged in, and in just a few seconds, that piece was bright in the sun.

The helicopters in the sky moved slowly, approaching there, and then, one after another, one after another, the wind blew away the snow there, revealing the grass carbon under the snow.

As the sound of the engine weakened, the propellers slowly stopped rotating.

At this time, a figure appeared in the snow, and then the flashlights lit up one after another, and in groups of three, they quickly approached the road, looking for suspicious ones in the corpses, and those who did not have headshots, and mended the knives one by one.

In just a few minutes, the battlefield was successfully cleaned, and then, a wave began to carry supplies, and a wave began to love you to disembowel those dead horses, strip them and unload them, and throw them on the snow.

Hundreds of people were so silently busy, and in less than an hour, the corpses on the ground were dragged to the woods, buried with snow, and the blood stains on the road were also buried with snow.

Food and supplies were loaded into transport planes, and then helicopters started up, roaring, and flying in the direction they came.

The combat effectiveness of the Huya warriors was fully demonstrated at this moment. A squad of 100 men was a company at best, but it easily annihilated a regiment of the opposing party. Although sneak attacks and traps are the first to go, the accuracy and speed of shooting determine the direction and time of the battle. Otherwise, as soon as the enemy charges, it will be difficult to block it, at least semi-automatically.

The grain that the Russian army had worked so hard to collect was quietly gone, and not a single grain was left. And this regiment, the chance of being found will not be too great, after all, there are not many people traveling long distances at this time. (To be continued......)