"I'm not used to it, but this feeling is the real life of a ranger, you have to get used to it sooner or later, the sooner you get used to it, the better, and suffer less..."Rollin walked over, sat down next to Marx, and said after taking a bite of dry food.

"Well, I'll get used to it." Marx nodded.

Yesterday's dragon feast, the night of drinking and eating meat like a carnival, was just a special case, and it couldn't be like that every night.

The current state, tonight's night, is the normal state of the Rangers, dull, monotonous and accompanied by the starry night sky, Marx experienced such a night for the first time, not very accustomed, but he will get used to it.

After all, humans are habitual animals, and no matter how harsh the environment, they will gradually get used to it, and it is only a matter of time.

"Drink some wine, warm up, the night in the wild is very cold, the night is still very long, go to bed early, and get up early tomorrow......" Rollin took Marx's kettle, opened a bottle of the remaining wine that had not been drunk from yesterday, and poured some into Rollin's kettle.

Then, Rollin returned the kettle to Marx, lifted the bottle directly, took a sip of wine, patted Marx on the shoulder, and turned to walk away.

Marx took a bite of dry food, chewed some tooth-stuffed jerky, lifted the kettle and took a sip, the liquor mixed with the unchewed jerky in his mouth and swallowed, and suddenly felt as if a fire was burning in his body, dispelling the cold in his body.

Looking up at the night sky, the stars are dotted, the sky is cloudless, the moonlight is bright, and the night has just begun.

After eating the small jerky in his hand, Marx clapped his hands and returned to his tent, lying on the bed, tossing and turning, uncontrollably popping up in his mind about what had happened in the last two days, the events of his previous life, etc., and he didn't know when, before he gradually fell asleep.

"Hey, get up, there's a situation..."Marx slept hazy, and he didn't know if he was asleep, and he was suddenly woken up.

"What's wrong!?" Marx woke up, opened his dry and red eyes, and even turned into double eyelids, and asked in confusion.

Marx didn't even have time to wash his face, but he was pulled out of the tent by Rollin, and when he got out of the tent, he saw that the team members had already gotten up.

At this time, the sky is cloudy, the moon has not receded, there are rough edges on the horizon, the sun has not yet risen, and it looks like it is early in the morning.

Taking the telescope handed over by the tiger-headed orc, Marx looked into the distance and saw two figures busy on the avenue in the distance.

These two figures, someone was doing something in the middle of the road, and after a while, they heard an explosion of 'boom', and they actually blew up the road and blew up a big crater.

Immediately afterward, I saw a beam of flashlight, lit up at the edge of the pit, drilling back and forth, as if it was sending a signal.

Within a few minutes, I saw a truck driving by, loaded not with something special, but with a huge rock.

The men poured the stone into the pit, and the two men, along with the man who had jumped out of the truck, carefully arranged around the pit.

"These people should be the target of our mission, that gang of robbers, do you want to do it now?" Marx asked through the telescope, observing the movements of the people in the distance, seeing that they were leaving.

Marx noticed that the three snipers in the squad had set up their guns, turned on the safety, and aimed them at the three people in the distance, and they could be eliminated at the first order.

The position of Marx's team is only a few hundred meters away from the avenue, and these blockers are all experienced veterans, so there is no possibility of missing such a close distance.

"Don't act rashly, there are only three of them now, and two of them are not here, if we take the three of them down, it will startle the snakes, we will catch all five fish in the net and let them go." Rollin put down his binoculars and shook his head.

Marx's team watched the bandits, and when the three robbers were done, they drove away in their trucks, and the sky was dawn and the sun was rising over the horizon.

Glancing at the time, it was already more than four o'clock, it was going to be five o'clock, and in another hour or two, the convoy was going to pass through here, and it was impossible for Marx and others to go back to make up for sleep, and after eating two mouthfuls of dry food, they had been paying attention to the situation on the road, and the team members were also scattered, to the previously booked position, and waited quietly.

Time passed little by little, the sun rose into the sky, the sky was completely bright, and the temperature began to rise, while Marx and others kept an eye on the situation on the avenue.

I don't know how long it took, but I saw three large trucks on the horizon of the road coming along the road, and the convoy was about to pass by.

"Ah~" The truck driver in a red ribbon military uniform snorted, rubbed his eyes, took off the hat on his head, and fanned his face.

"Take two sips of spirit, spirit, and change shifts at the next transfer station." In the co-pilot, the entourage, armed escort with a submachine gun, took out a can of wine from the lunch refrigerator and handed it to the driver.

For the Red Ribbon Legion, there is no such taboo as drunk driving, not driving while drinking, and not drinking while driving, and for this kind of long-distance transportation, it is refreshing to take a sip when you are sleepy.

What if I have an accident and accidentally bump into someone?

Come on, they're the Red Ribbon Legion, a large underworld armed and violent organization, do they still care about such trivial things as hitting people?

"Huh? What's up ahead? The truck drove to the place where the robbers had set up, and the driver was stunned when he looked at the collapsed road.

"There's a situation up ahead," the escort said on the radio, informing the vehicles behind.

The convoy drove to the front of the bombed road, slowly stopped, and the escort of the first truck jumped out of the car and walked to the edge of the big pit.

"Meteorites? It's unlucky. The escort looked at the big stones in the pit and scratched his head with a headache.

At first glance, it was completely a meteorite that fell down, and it was very unfortunate that it hit the road and blocked their way forward.

"It's like a meteorite has smashed the road, and we have to walk around it." The escort walked up to the truck and said to the driver.

They were at the front, not noticing that at the back of the convoy, two men with masked bandages approached, and they rolled under the chassis of the third truck, dodging in the rearview mirror to avoid detection, and crawled under the car.

"What's going on in front of you, why don't you move?" The driver and escort of the third truck looked at the car in front of them for a long time and said suspiciously.

But as they spoke, the doors on the left and right sides of the truck were slammed open.

Before the two could react, they were pulled out of the car.