"2-1, at nine o'clock, a four-man patrol approaches." A call from Team 1-1 popped up on the exchange panel, and Ryan quickly read the information gathered by Team 1, and the dead branches leaking from the camouflage net hat squeezed the back of Ryan's neck, a slight tingling, but he was indifferent.

Bernhard's Iron Force Rangers had joined the lead force that had been given the re-codename "Lightfoot" a few days earlier, flanking Lane's team, with green figures faintly visible through the visual intensifiers, and friendly units were visible once the connection code was connected.

"Roger, wait for them to get closer, a shot." Sergeant Amelie in the canopy was holding a McMillan sniper rifle, his face painted with digital oil paint on the snow, unless it was a patrol of the Crusader Harrisburg headquarters, it was impossible for the rest of the war knights to spend a lot of effort to buy advanced individual equipment for the patrol, and the wind was still tossing and turning this sentry tree that was about to overturn its roots but firmly planted in the ground, which was undoubtedly nothing compared to last month.

"300 meters, correction, five."

"At 200 meters, they were traveling along the grove near the river and approached the wind mark, and I was going to shoot." The Rangers were scattered among the river bushes, and the demon bird bone powder that was specially sprinkled before setting off made the mutant creatures around them dare not take a step beyond the thunder pool, and they lay on their stomachs on the wasteland, letting the wind and howling insects crawl and not move.

"One shot." The Rangers pulled the trigger, and within their range of the attack, the heads of the three Crusader patrols exploded, leaving the remaining two before they could react, and the bullets from Ryan and Ameli wiped out the hapless patrol in an instant. "One shot." Sergeant Amélie's words pop up on the panel.

"Advance." Bernhard slowly stood up from the swamp, his green and white camouflage suit hooked the vines under the water, and the sticky gray-green juice dripping even hooked a few piranhas with sharp teeth, the weather today was unusually good, the temperature actually climbed to about zero degrees, and the wind speed was very low, which can be called a perfect wind and sunshine.

"Sled team, let them go." They had traveled less than a few hundred meters cautiously, and Marietta's low walls were already visible, and through the scope, Bernhard could count how many soldiers were on duty on the walls, and this scene was transmitted back to the commander of the attacking force farther away with the recorder

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Dogs neighing, a long line of sledding with reindeer, cavalry on dwarf horses, fierce mixed breed dogs, this group of crusaders of about thirty or forty men happily trooped down the river. "Brethren! Who caught the runaway slave, the chopper rewarded him with a schoolgirl! Bernhard's sight crosshairs were fastened to the eyebrows of the swaggering officers, and circles of swarthy and swarthy arms were made into aprons, and the Crusaders had always shown their loyalty to who was more cruel. Chopping hands and obeying? Where did the eyeballs go? Bernhard thought.

"Don't shoot, let them pass." Bernhard repeated, he turned on the full-power infrared vision, the gray sky emitted countless torn golden lights, and the battle logic system automatically recognized the danger level prediction, and there was a pale cyan in front of the almost connected red light. "Roar, roar, roar!" Bernhard's attention was all on the mix-breed dogs with an extremely sensitive sense of smell and an amazing bite force.

“Nice and easy。” Bernhard took a breath, and a mist appeared on his mask. "They can't find us."

"Steady......" The mixed breed dog did find a clue, the animal was just about to jump into the thorny bush, and the crusader, who was busy chasing the slave, whistled and retracted, and turned around and walked slowly. Let the people behind you deal with them, we're getting closer. As soon as the bobsleigh team was out of view, they moved on.

A few minutes later, the Iron Army's lead team arrived at the target point marked by the operation. "Set the signal marker and prepare to manually guide the landing point of the air strike." Technical Sergeant Wenle brothers quickly took out the remote fire controller, set up the antenna in three or two, set up the electronic cannon mirror, and the zigzag light passed through the mirror, mirroring Marietta's east city gate, originally such a job should be done by tactical drones or military satellites, but people are always more mechanical, besides, their task is not only to guide air strikes.

"Call the Sky Knight, this is Bravo-6, we've arrived in the university town, request boarding, over." Bernhard had taken control, and with the exception of the technical sergeants, the rest had frantically built up defensive positions, which they had to take on on their own for a possible crusade attack before the lightly armed forces could get closer.

"Bravo-6, this is the Sky Knight, the signal is good, the wind speed is steady,

Wide views, boarding is allowed, ends. Major Conrad in the A-29 light attack aircraft put down the intercom, crossed his fingers, and the knuckles of "Gadagada" sounded, the ground crew in orange and yellow vests waved flags, and the snow piled up overnight on both sides of the runway, which was dazzlingly white.

"Knight-1, you're ready to go." Flight orders came from the tower. "Received, the flap plate takes off in a state, the throttle valve is 110%, the fuel is 100%, and the estimated time in the air is 6 hours......" The five-bladed propeller of the A-29 roared out a manic gale of "woo woo", and the natural gale is still very backward compared to man-made machinery. Major Conrad pushed the throttle full, the gunner in the rearview mirror gave a thumbs up, and the speed climbed to 200 kilometers per hour, and the first toucan attack aircraft took off from the new Hopkins Lakeside airfield in Steel City, overlooking Steel City for a circle, waiting for the second and third attack planes to arrive.

"Formation, heading due south, 166 miles from the first target point, arriving in 45 minutes." The attack planes were lined up in a formation of four, and from Major Conrad's point of view, with the sun on their backs, as they climbed, he saw the fishing boats returning to Lakewood Harbor, full of catches, and the ice floes shattered by the icebreakers seemed to splash and foam, and he was more than happy to go with a little fishy smell.

"The Celestial Knight is on its way, Liberator, you can get closer, and notice that there is a crusader sled team of 50 men about two kilometers ahead of you." The fire controller sent back bombing data to the A-29 attack aircraft, and the Elf drone, flying thousands of meters into the air, condescendingly inspected the Crusader's vehicle yards, tank farms, supply warehouses, barracks, and the infamous "Golden Shell" Shaped M1 tank.

"Received, we'll surprise them, over." The lightly armed troops replied with a message.

Bernhard handed back the intercom, put down the binoculars, turned his head to look at the dozen or so most elite Iron Army commandos, two fingers lightly crossed his neck, and the first rays of gold in the morning quietly swept over the Black Star cockade hidden under the camouflage net. “Okay,let’s go and catch a pig for the pot.”

PS: The easter egg at the end is a satirical comedy line about the Soviet Union.

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