Wu Ming was holding a pole 56 and half lying on top of the sand, his upper body buried in the yellow sand, and his existence was almost invisible from a distance.

He took the monoculars and carefully observed the group of people who didn't know what to do at the checkpoint, and suddenly Wu Ming lowered his voice and said, "Those people in front look like people from the Salvation Army!" Why are they here? ”

When everyone heard this, their faces suddenly changed, what are the Salvation Army doing here, could it be that their whereabouts have been exposed?

Luke sat on the ground and couldn't help but fall into deep thought, the Salvation Army has given up on S Province for so long, but at this point in time, it seems that it cannot be taken lightly.

After weighing the pros and cons, Luke made a seemingly reasonable plan, at present, these Salvation Army have not noticed their arrival, so leave Zhao Zhuoyuan and Wu Ming, two people with good marksmanship, to lurk to the commanding heights of about 100 meters to sniper support, and Qin Baozhu They were led by Zhang Zhihong, drove around, came from the direction of the Salvation Army, and went up to explore the way. The rest approached the checkpoint with the help of terrain cover.

After the plan was decided, everyone immediately started to act, Zhang Zhihong and they drove the truck that was about to run out of gas and appeared on the road in the direction of ty.

Zhang Zhihong sat in the co-pilot, with a loaded 56 punch on his knees, and he was a little nervous, after all, when there was identity cover, he was very worried, and this time it would be even worse if there was no identity cover!

As the truck approached the abandoned checkpoint, the rebel soldiers stationed inside noticed a truck with the insignia of the Republic coming from behind them, and for a moment they were still a little blind.

The group of rebels was very vigilant, and immediately hid behind the bunker and set up the Bayi rifle in their hands, and a rebel black regiment lieutenant wearing desert combat camouflage and a Type 03 helmet on his head walked out of a field rapid building with a 85 sniper.

Wu Ming, who was on the top of the sand dune, looked at the lieutenant who was holding a sniper rifle to observe the truck, and immediately pressed the sights on him, although the high temperature in the desert made the scenery on the ground a little distorted, but Wu Ming was confident that he could put him down before he could fire.

As the minutes ticked by, the truck approached the checkpoint, and the officer didn't know what to say to the guy next to him, after which all the rebel soldiers lowered their weapons.

Zhang Zhihong and Qin Baozhu were sweating profusely and drove to the gate of the checkpoint with a carload of people worried, there were more than a dozen Black Legion soldiers with guns standing at the entrance of the checkpoint, it seemed that there was no malice, but if you look at it from another angle, it is estimated that it will not be so easy, in the place where Zhang Zhihong and they can't see, there are three rebel soldiers with machine guns in the 56th squad lurking, probably guarding against Zhang Zhihong and them.

When the truck arrived at the gate of the checkpoint, it stopped with a cloud of dust, Qin Baozhu immediately jumped out of it, he took off his hat and fanned the wind continuously, and with his other hand crossed his waist, he walked over to the Salvation Army soldiers who were watching him at the door.

didn't give those Salvation Army soldiers a chance to speak, Qin Baozhu was like a standard bureaucrat of the Salvation Army, and he took the lead in a strong official tone: "Brothers, call your leaders out, I have something to say to him!" ”

The Salvation Army soldiers were all confused by this, shouldn't they have asked questions first according to common sense? Why did this man in tattered clothes come up and question them in such an impulsive language, and he immediately became angry.

A rebel soldier with windproof glasses sneered disdainfully and said, "You kid has something wrong with his brain!" Who are you! Take out your documents and take a look! Otherwise, get ready to eat guns! ”

Seeing the tense appearance of these rebel soldiers, everyone in the car got out of the car with guns and followed Zhang Zhihong in a neat line of two walks.

When the rebel soldiers saw seven more people coming out of the car, they immediately nervously took their guns off their backs.

One of the rebel soldiers shouted vigilantly: "You guys immediately show your identification!! ”

Zhang Zhihong looked at the muzzle of the black hole in front of him, and he was scared to death, and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

He took out his ID from his pocket, stretched out a finger to pull the barrel of the gun in front of him, and handed over his ID with a smile, the rebel soldiers looked at the bloody ID in front of him and hesitated, and after looking at each other, one of the rebel soldiers took the ID.

The rebel soldier looked at his papers warily, and the gun in his hand was pointed at several people.

Zhang Zhihong and Qin Baozhu were nervously covered with cold sweat, and the people behind were even ready to fire at any time, Zhang Zhihong gave a thumbs up behind his back, signaling that things might change between Wu Ming and Zhao Zhuoyuan in the distance.

The people lurking in the distance immediately prepared for battle after seeing the signal, and at the same time, Zhang Zhihong also turned on the intercom, which could transmit the situation in front at any time, and the smell of gunpowder in the air suddenly became stronger.

As the time passed, Zhang Zhihong's left hand clenched up behind his back, and sweat unconsciously oozes from his palm.

But in order not to let the rebel soldiers in front of him see the flaws, Zhang Zhihong took out a cigarette with a trace of blood from his pocket full of yellow sand, lit it and smoked it himself.

The rebel soldier in front of him saw the cigarette with a trace of blood on Zhang Zhihong's mouth, and his pupils shrank slightly, and he seemed to be very nervous.

After more than a minute of confrontation like this, Zhang Zhihong felt like a year had passed, and it was not until the second lieutenant of the Black Legion with a sniper rifle came out with a smile that he breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person suddenly relaxed a lot.

The second lieutenant of the rebel Black Legion with a sniper rifle smiled politely and respectfully handed over the bloodstained document to Zhang Zhihong.

He waited respectfully, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry sir, I've kept you waiting!" We are also on routine business, and I hope the chief understands it. Please come in and take a break, sir! ”

Although Wu Ming, who was half-buried in the sand, heard that Zhang Zhihong's identity in front of him was not revealed, he did not relax his vigilance at all, and the muzzle of the gun kept pointing at the machine gunners who were squatting behind the bunker, but fortunately, the machine gunners stood up in time, otherwise once Wu Ming was misjudged to be a Hongmen banquet, the matter would be serious.

Zhang Zhihong, who entered the field house, directly pulled out the chair unceremoniously, sat on it, he leaned back against the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, stretched out his hand and pointed to the chair next to him with an arrogant face, and said in anti-guest terms: "Come!" Big brother, sit down! Why are you chatting! ”

Before the lieutenant could sit down, Zhang Zhihong suddenly said again: "Hey! Brothers! If it's convenient, why don't you get some water for a few of us? I haven't drunk any water all this way! ”