"As soldiers, there is only one thing you need to do now, and that is to obey orders. Don't worry about things that don't belong to you, and don't be smart. ”

The sergeant of the guard swept over everyone with a calm face and said coldly.

"Now start grouping, Blackbird, Grey Bullet, Shadow Assassin...... In groups of several people, go behind the rocks on the other side! ”

The three members of the Yellow Tooth group all stood up after hearing the words, and the lightly armored warrior deliberately glanced at Fengluo with a provocative gaze as he left.

Feng Luo's face was expressionless.

"Sister, I want Sky Wings...... Go behind the bushes. ”

The sergeant of the guard continued to assign groups, and two control divisions and one heavy armored soldier came out of the group.

"Wind leaves, bullet marks, prodigal swordsman, you are in a group of three, go to the vicinity of coordinates (-2210, 0705) and find a place to hide."

"Yes!"

The scout who had shown disgust at the entrance of the headquarters to the Dragon's Mercenary Regiment stepped forward, he looked to be about thirty years old, wearing a camouflage uniform of jungle warfare, his face was a little sickly sallow, but there was a fierceness in his eyes.

After standing up and giving a standard military salute, the Scout player picks up his gear and heads straight for his destination.

"Hmph, just a game. As for this, all of them are sick! ”

The prodigal swordsman stood up and walked slowly with an unhappy expression, muttering unhappily that he was the light-armored warrior who had just wanted to be in the limelight.

"Soldiers?"

Fengluo had already taken two quick steps, following behind the man whose ID was "Bullet Marks", and it would be at least a few hours until dawn, and it would be difficult for time to get past without someone to talk to.

He had noticed that this player was not dealing with the Dragonbard mercenary group before, but he didn't have to worry about what he would think of his wanted status.

"It's already retired!"

The player, named "Bullet Marks", has a scar on his face that cuts half of the right side of his face, which looks like it was left by a bullet wound, making his appearance a little oozing.

However, when the player builds a character in "War", he can choose to repair the appearance, but he didn't do it, and with this name, it is estimated that he is a person with a story.

"Which unit?"

Fengluo was a little interested.

Although the world he traveled through was already a unified federation, it also had an army, but it was not compulsory to serve, but all of them applied voluntarily.

The main task of the army is not to use it for wars between the member states of the Federation, but mainly for the protection of inter-satellite routes or the protection of resource exploitation.

It can be said that most of the places where the soldiers of this world serve are some undeveloped planets or space stations and space warships, which are very different from the soldiers of the earth.

"T-456 fleet, 3rd Marine Corps, the main patrol area is near the twenty-third administrative star!"

The tone of the bullet mark was a little nostalgic, and the sharp light in his eyes softened.

"Being a big-headed soldier has a hairy meaning...... Wearing foul-smelling protective clothing, you can't see a woman for months on end, and you don't have any entertainment places to go. After retiring, I still have so much money, not even enough to buy a house in the 11th district, not as much as my pocket money for a month. ”

The prodigal swordsman walked behind the two of them, and at this time he suddenly interjected, the corners of his mouth turned up, and said in a haughty and mocking tone.

He was cared for by NPCs just now, and he lost face in front of everyone, and speaking at this time was actually a kind of wanting to use his superiority to get back face, and wanting to transfer the embarrassment to others.

It's a pity that the two people in front of him ignored him at all, and still continued their conversations, and their expressions and movements directly ignored him.

"Damn!"

The feeling of being ignored was undoubtedly more uncomfortable than the previous embarrassment, and a hint of annoyance flashed in the prodigal swordsman's eyes.

A certain kind of thinking of the rich second generation who lives in the eyes of others all day long cannot be treated by ordinary people.

The ambush location assigned to the three of them was on the right side of the intersection in front of the Darkmoon Canyon, which was almost the first layer of the entire ambush circle.

"This place has to be defended, and it is definitely not easy."

Because looking at the terrain of the canyon, if the enemy retreats, there is a good chance that they will choose this place.

"According to the intelligence level of the "War Discipline" system, it will generally be distributed according to the strength evaluation, so whether it is the bullet marks around him or the rich second-generation "prodigal swordsman" behind him, he should be a player with good strength in the evaluation of the system. Fengluo thought in his heart.

Forget about the rich second generation, after all, all the equipment is high-end goods, and it is normal to be assessed high.

As a scout, the defensive equipment on this bullet looks very ordinary, and there must be some reason why it can be highly evaluated, plus it seems that he has no good impression of the Dragon Bard mercenary group, so maybe he can make friends.

Stormfall isn't a very repulsive person, in fact, as a mercenary, you have to learn to build relationships with your partners, at the very least, not to get them to shoot you in the back while on the battlefield.

After arriving at the ambush site, Fengluo took a closer look around with the help of the moonlight looming in the sky, and finally found a reasonable sniper position, cleared a place, and put the M110 on the plane.

I closed my left eye and looked at the scope with my right eye, and found that the field of vision was completely dark. The light of the sniper scope is insufficient, and even if it is equipped with night vision equipment, it is difficult to say that it can be aimed in this environment.

In this light, it is impossible to snipe, but fortunately, according to the intelligence, the target of the mission arrived in the early hours of the morning. At that time, you should already have the conditions for sniping!

"Good gun!"

After installing the M110, Fengluo turned his head to find that the bullet marks had taken out his main weapon from the heavy backpack, a submachine gun that shone silver-gray and resembled the MP-5.

"Deathbringer, Level 45 Superior Equipment, Maximum Rate of Fire of 350 Rounds per Minute, Perfect Rating, Modified Goods!"

Bullet Mark proudly touched the body of the gun, and said with a bit of ostentatious tone.

The Scout can use melee weapons such as daggers and military stabs at the same time as medium and long-range weapons such as submachine guns and automatic rifles, and a perfectly rated Excellence-level submachine gun will not be much inferior to a piece of rare equipment after reasonable modification.

Fengluo understood why the system evaluated the strength of the bullet mark is not weak, it seems that his very ordinary defensive equipment is actually to "pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger".

"M110, Level 35 excellent equipment, I built it myself!"

Fengluo patted the butt of the M110 and said to the bullet marks.

Although the level difference between the two guns is a full 10 levels, this sentence made by himself makes Feng Luo full of confidence.

"You made this gun! I didn't expect that Brother Feng, you are still a gunsmith, and the level is not low, excellent level equipment, but at least the advanced life profession can be manufactured! ”

The bullet marks did not hide their surprise, and his title also became "Brother Wind" in the chat between the two. From this point, it can be seen that Bullet Marks' emotional intelligence is not exactly as cold as he looks on the outside.

"Not long ago, I reached the expert level!" Fengluo smiled softly.

"Firearms expert, strong!"

Bullet Mark gave a thumbs up to Fengluo, a completely sincere exclamation, and then he muttered for a moment, and then asked.

"Brother Feng, have you made a feud with the people of the Dragon Yin Mercenary Group?"

"Sneak attack by their people, then kill a few of them back, and finally hang up the communication of an idiot named Long Yin Pojun. I just didn't expect them to issue a wanted warrant for me, a little person! ”

Fengluo didn't hide it, in fact, this is exactly the effect he wants to expose his life and professional level.

You know, even in large groups of players who specialize in life classes, there are not many people who reach the expert level.

Because the promotion of the career level of "War Chronicles" is not simply by making equipment to gain experience, it can be said that if you don't have luck and talent at the same time, it is difficult to become an "expert".

In the current version, any expert life pro player is extremely valuable, enough to make most factions interested in the invitation.

"Dragon Yin Breaks the Army!"

After the bullet mark repeated the name, a sudden look appeared on his face, and he smiled at the wind falling.

"Brother Feng, I'll tell you the truth, I'm from the veteran tribe!"

The Dragon Yin Mercenary Regiment, the Veteran Tribe, these are the two strongest forces in Silvermoon City, and they are also the two opposing forces.