The commander sat back in the captain's seat, and scouted the wilderness through the periscope, no one could have expected that such a place where birds don't would cause heavy losses to the Crusaders, although the convoy supplied to the gunners yesterday barely arrived, but the knights, who had lost half of their reinforcements, were not in the mood to understand the difficult and dangerous road.

The commander bowed his head and kicked the driver lightly, saying, "Slow down and tell the people behind to clear the mine tripline first." "When he turned his head, the commander saw the blood-colored lightning crest on his arm, and the lightning slashed a galloping horse, which represented that this person was the backbone of the Crusaders - the knights, and when the merits were accumulated enough to be promoted, and won the approval of the three true Crusader knights, then the emblem would be replaced with a blood cross, a lightning blood cross, a blood knight, and the federal wasteland to stop people crying at night, and the murderous name was prominent.

But before that, Hu Cong was nothing more than the private property of the knights, and he didn't dare to disobey him.

The commander watched with a gloomy face as the team released the displaced people captured along the road, and in order to prevent the low weight from triggering the pressure mines, the crusaders even dug up baskets full of mud and snow, and these refugees either chose to advance or die immediately under the threat of guns.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and shouting came from the back of the line. "Let's go! Let's go! You stupid pigs! If you don't leave, you'll wait to eat the gun! The crusader yelled with an AK-tied rifle. The commander irritated and pulled the intercom over and said, "Save some bullets!" Is the movement too loud to wake up the hibernating creatures nearby? ”

The commander watched dozens of ragged homeless people staggering towards the ambush of yesterday's gunfire convoy, and the man who had a little backbone and walked a few steps slower had been shot and killed on the spot by the blood-eyed crusaders, for some reason, the commander felt that the dead man had made a good choice. He shuddered as soon as he remembered the end of the hapless captain last night. Although the chariot was as warm as summer, the fear from the bottom of my heart could not be stopped. He'd heard of the gunshot's mouth full of iron and bronze teeth, but yesterday he had seen for the first time how those teeth were forged.

Thinking of this, the commander's already cold and hard heart precipitated a little, and ordered the communication channel: "After the five people are broken, all vehicles will be in one gear and follow the armored vehicles, be alert to the hills on the left, and any creatures with signs of activity will be killed immediately!" With that, the engine of the infantry chariot roared, and Haruka kept a safe distance of fifty meters from the displaced people who opened the road. At this distance, with the protection ability of the M3 Bradley infantry tank, unless it is a large-caliber artillery shell that explodes closely, it can be safe.

The Crusaders nervously surveyed the land that had cost dozens of blood, guns loaded, Humvee hoards lowered, and another rapid-fire mortar. Simon turned the multiplier, and the accompanying soldiers outside the Humvee were fastened to the front of the Humvee, and all the exposed Crusader soldiers wore anti-biochemical rubber suits. After the verdict, the most surviving human production is protective clothing, and even if the assembly line is terminated now, the inventory will be able to survive the second judgment date.

The trick was played for the second time and it fell off. Simon thought, but the routine can be played as many times as you want, depending on whether you are brave or not. He moved out of the way, he didn't even change his sniper position, he was still on the slightly rising hill of yesterday, not at high altitude, but enough to overlook the enemy without being noticeable.

Simon looks at the AATS watch time, 14.49. It was dark about four o'clock, and the crusader convoy was much more anxious than he was, and if they had not yet reached the transit point after the wilderness had fallen completely silent, they would do only two most diligent things: first, to tremble around the campfire, and second: to pray, that the fire would not be blown out by the wind, that the demons would not come, or at least that they would not be taken away.

Everything is just right. Simon counted the time, in fact, he had seen what a winter night wasteland was last night, and after paying the tuition, he naturally wanted to keep a souvenir. Simon Hayes has won many medals, but his favourite nickname, the Königsberg White Death, is his absolute home turf.

"The displaced people are gone." The driver reported. The displaced people, carrying dozens of kilograms of mud and snow, gradually passed through the ambush site, knowing that at such a distance, the wind and snow had seriously interfered with the trajectory, and at this time, how long would they not run?

The commander breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care about hunting the homeless people to escape, and the homeless people who didn't have warm clothes couldn't last half an hour in the wind and snow, and in the end they probably had to throw themselves into the net. Forgive this group of crows and dare not play tricks a second time, the crusaders will take revenge. The commander thought, and then the infantry chariot ran over the ambush site.

Simon wanted to remind Ramirez once again not to shoot rashly, and his task was to watch the sky for signs of a weakening blizzard. But he laughed to himself, the intercom was turned off, he wouldn't risk being triangulated, and besides, Simon had plenty of ammo and didn't mind an extra shot.

I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance. Simon activated the remote-controlled anti-armor mine, and the electric signal was instantly transmitted to the mine that he had replanted yesterday after he had deliberately returned late and waited for the convoy to leave.

"Boom!" The earth-shattering beam of fire suddenly erupted, and the cluster anti-armor mines flew straight into the air against the chassis of the infantry chariot like kneading tin cans, and dozens of tons of steel were easily thrown several meters high, and then fell fiercely. Do you like it? That's how I used to deal with the Imperials, but the Imperials don't send out such a small number of escort convoys, they also have helicopters, drones, and signal guards. Then I don't dare to come alone, a sense of pleasure rushed to Simon's heart, probably this is the familiar sense of the success of the conspiracy, Simon raised the corners of his lips.

Don't use a gun for something that can be solved with explosives, it's not elegant. In the first year of the war, when the Rangers were training, the instructor instructed the Reserve Rangers in this way, and the long table behind the instructor was filled with various types of Allied mines. Simon thinks back to that year, how many people survived that year?

If the anti-armor mines are the excitement of the movement, then the anti-infantry mines are the footnotes of the low tide after the overture, and the mines laid a few days in advance are connected in series on an independent line, Simon pressed the switch, and dozens of wooden box mines spew out ice and snow with the solid fuel launchers in the disk, spinning at high speed, bursting with five or six beams of flames, and when the detonator detonates the explosives inside, the steel ball bombs are fired instantly, just jumping to the waist position and bursting open. In an instant, countless deadly marbles smashed the vehicle, piercing the rubber coat and blowing up the crusader soldier's waist into a hornet's nest.

"Ding." It was only at this moment, taking advantage of the serial explosion of the mines, that Simon began to shoot, and he did not shoot the crippled crusaders who were wailing in pain, incapacitated, and would only consume resources for the rest of the time, but would rather snipe and kill the low-level Crusader officers who were desperately gathering the rout.

A bullet came out of the chamber, and Simon ate the recoil of the supercharged bullet solidly, and now it was not what it used to be, he was not a pure-blooded boy when he first arrived, but a Hydra who had received the Daredevil Queen's genetic amplification!

Death is in the snow, and there is no trace to be found.