Susanna's gaze was calm.

Under the roar of the big man who they called the Arctic Fox, she, like the others, hurried to the place where her gear was stored.

Yes, their field instructor is the huge guy in front of him who is two meters tall and two meters wide, and I heard that he is a current member of a confidential ** who has not yet retired. Originally, they were fighting fiercely on the front line, but they were transferred down to train a group of guys who couldn't even be called rookies.

Despite his size, he was not nicknamed a polar bear, but instead was called an arctic fox.

I heard that the nickname is never wrong, so there must be some reason why he is called the Arctic Fox.

Suzanne didn't know exactly why, but she knew that this guy had a very short temper and seemed to prefer to kill or enjoy killing on the front line, so she was very dissatisfied when she was transferred to the rear.

It seems that many of the agents in the previous issues suffered enough at his hands, and even died several times.

Thanks to the fact that he wasn't a martial arts instructor, Suzanne wondered if he would have killed them one by one.

Before entering the Red House, Suzanne was an active agent of a secret department on the Russian side. Of course, it is not an elite, and it is not even a qualified agent at all, but can only be counted as cannon fodder.

The war is becoming more and more brutal, and it has not yet fully burned to their homeland, so there is not a relative shortage of soldiers, but they are very few agents who go deep into the rear and steal intelligence, information, everything of value that can be stolen.

And as the war grows fiercer, there is less and less time left for them.

There was so little time for training, and many young girls were drafted and sent out of the country after a few weeks of perfunctory training.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to pass on some worthless information, but more. It was a direct loss of contact.

Suzanne is one of those lucky few.

Not only was she lucky enough to fool around a few missions, but she also managed to convey the direction of a small German operation, allowing them to make a beautiful counterattack.

Although the battle was not large, it was also a small victory.

So she was identified as material for being born to be an agent.

In this case... Their fate will not be to be abandoned as cannon fodder, but to be gathered and sent to a place that only exists in legends.

The Red House.

If they can come out of there, they will no longer be cannon fodder that can be sacrificed at will, but will directly become the elite of the elite.

The trump card of aces.

But only if they can actually survive.

Suzanne cleared her useless thoughts, and then followed the others to the equipment room. Well, they're just rookies who have just arrived here, and they don't have any equipment room at all, just some storage compartments and gun storage stacked in the corners of the room.

Although there are still many men here, such as their instructor Arctic Fox and other soldiers, some of their concepts as agents are actually very weak, and they have no intention of hiding it at all, and this group of reserve agents immediately began to gather to put on clothes and equipment.

From afar, it looks like the backstage of the catwalk of later generations, but it's not the glamorous and beautiful models gathered here. It's a deadly killing weapon.

The arctic fox held his hands in his arms, his thick arms were like two iron arms, his eyes were quietly staring at this group of women, but he didn't show anything unusual, just indifferent, spit out one number after another from his mouth.

"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty. Let's go! ”

A minute later, the silent Arctic Fox let out a low roar, and the soldiers who were also standing around with their backs swarmed up, isolating the rookie agents from their equipment.

There are still many people who are not fully dressed, such as lack of cotton jackets, cotton hats, and even pants, firearms, etc.

But at this time, there was no chance to get it, because the group of guards and soldiers of the red house were already holding cold guns and blocking them without hesitation.

No one tried to provoke, because the bloody facts had already taught them the truth.

It doesn't make sense.

Fortunately, their training pressure is indeed very high, and the needs of the front line are also very tight, so in addition to the elimination rate and mortality rate are very cruel, it is not because they are young women and very beautiful. And what other problems arise.

Of course, there are still very few cases, but most soldiers and instructors are able to restrain themselves.

"Dang!"

The heavy iron door was opened, led by the Arctic Fox, and a group of rookie agents behind him began to walk out silently, and their number was actually not much. The total number of people did not break through twenty.

In the end, there will be even fewer who will remain.

The interior of the Red House base is very large, and the training involved in all aspects is also very rich, even too rich, in addition to the combat training related to combat firearms and tactics, there are also hidden intelligence gathering reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance, as well as using women's own advantages, and all the courses that agents need to learn.

And this is not the end, after these hard courses, they still need to squeeze out time to learn dance, vagueness, etiquette and so on.

Although not all courses are learned, everyone chooses the course at the end. There are also a lot of them, and there is no extra rest time at all, except for a few hours when you can sleep.

The rookie agents moved forward in silence, and along the way they passed more than one classroom, a tactical classroom, a dance studio, a music room, and a shooting range.

The interior of the red house is very soundproof, and it is all single-sided glass, no matter what happens to the outside world, the interior will not know the situation.

No one noticed that their group of rookies, who had arrived only a few days earlier, had started their first mission.

Even if you notice, there's nothing strange about it.

The Arctic Fox's field battles have always been actual combat, and he will even go out of his way to ask the prisoners of war who come to the front line, give them weapons, and tell them to defeat the group of women in front of you. And then you're still going to die.

But until you all die, your enemies will only be this group of women, and it doesn't matter what you want to do.

Whether it's running away, or fighting up, or... Something else.

Field classes always have heavy casualties, and death is not the most terrible ending, but it is only in the early stages, and under the harsh study pressure of this high-pressure environment, rookie agents make rapid progress.

Although the number of agents in the last issue was sharply reduced from 28 to 11, it only took less than two months to successfully become an elite and a trump card.

This issue. I don't know how much will be left.

The taciturn Arctic Fox opened the door of the last red house, and with this group of rookies, stepped into the raging wind and snow.

And waiting for them in front.。。 It's not just two little mice for dessert.

There is also a group of hearty meals.

Well-armed prisoners of war

。。。

"Third Squad! What are you doing in a daze, looking for death?! ”

With the irritable voice of the arctic fox coming from the hidden miniature walkie-talkie, the forest, which was originally silent, as if only the sound of the whistling wind was left between heaven and earth, became slightly noisy again.

But this time, no one was trying to attack, but all of them lurked quietly, like groundhogs, hiding motionless

The woodland and the snow packs, it seems that this way will not be detected by the two enemies in the distance.

Including Susanna, who was mixed in the crowd and had been wearing soy sauce.

The atmosphere was eerily silent again, leaving only two unfamiliar targets in the forest that were already clearly visible, and the men among them were still looking at the falling sniper rifle bullets with an innocent face. Seems to be puzzled.

Hell, Suzanne wondered better than he did.

What is this guy wearing, why can't he even shoot through a sniper rifle, is this true?

And what's even worse is that this group of little actually resisted all the sniper rifles, and there were more than one, why didn't they find out at the beginning, and they actually looked away.

Suzanne hid silently behind a tree stump, like an old wolf quietly waiting for its prey, waiting for its prey to come to her door in the most effortless way.

The old wolf is already old, and it doesn't have much strength and energy, so as long as there is prey. It's satisfying.

Suzanne is not old, but she is not strong either, and both young and old are objects in need of protection in the community, although the latter are often abandoned.

Because young but there will always be room and potential for growth, but aging. But it doesn't make any sense anymore.

Although Suzanne also comes from a small city, she is a person who has seen the big world, whether she was about to go to Nizhny Novgorod to study before the outbreak of war, or she managed to steal information on the edge of Erfurt.

This has made her very knowledgeable, and she is also the best agent in this issue.

But she is not complacent, or arrogant, complacent, revealing anything, although she has little experience, but practice also tells her that this kind of person often lives short, and low-key is the correct criterion for survival.

So since entering the Red House, she has been very low-key.

It is also necessary to prepare for entering an unfamiliar environment.

The first is to observe, then to adapt, to find out the rules, and finally. to start getting what you want.

Those idiots who can't wait to show themselves as soon as they come in are either really really good and soar to the sky, or... Most of them have died in the early stages of training.

Because the best, the most difficult and dangerous tasks will always be given priority to them.

People who really have potential will be squeezed out of their potential and become stronger, but most people will die directly under the pressure in vain.

That's how they end.

The members of the Red House come from all the cities of Russia, as well as those small towns and even humble villages, from the White Swan from St. Petersburg to the stupid girl from the country town of Suzdal.

They vary in quality, from those as powerful as Suzanne to those who survive one or two missions by sheer luck and are thrown in as elites.

At least.. Many of them couldn't even do the simple task of getting their gear on for a minute two days after they entered the Red House.

Suzanne was already observing this when she was picking up the equipment before.

The first need is to protect herself, first to keep warm, then to eat, then to defend, so she was the first to put on thick clothes and pants, food. Because it was a training mission, it was not needed, and the Red House did not prepare, and then she put on a shallow layer of body armor for herself.

The effect is almost none, but it is better than nothing.

Only then did she begin to choose her own gear.

But what about those idiots.

It seems that he was afraid that others would pick out the good weapons first, so he couldn't wait to choose the weapon at the beginning, and even thought about it, wasting a lot of time, not to mention, and in the end he didn't even get dressed neatly.

I don't know how many degrees below zero are in the snow. Bare-legged, or even shirtless, they simply wouldn't survive for a few minutes in a blizzard.

The Arctic Fox wouldn't stop to save them, and didn't even let them stay or give them a chance to reload their equipment in the first place.

Because there is no point in living such fools.

Instead of letting them drag down their teammates or even sell possible intelligence, it is better for them to die directly in the first training session.

And the rest of these people. Suzanne took a closer look, and although she couldn't be counted as an elite, she was by no means an idiot.

There were even two people who got their sniper rifles, and they didn't even find out when they got them!

Hell yes.

When he came, the Arctic Fox gave the main task of this operation, to capture the other party alive.

Because there are only two people on the other side, the difficulty of the operation is very small, and it is necessary to capture them alive, but because it is not clear what the identity of the other party is, it is impossible to determine whether there is a weapon or not.

This requires the rookie agents to be careful themselves.

Watch out for counter-attacks and counterattacks.

Of course, the location of the red house is very secret, there are no obvious roads in a hundred miles around, not only are there no marks on the map, but even the paths that people have stepped on are very few, only a few kilometers away there is a very small mill village, with a population of less than a dozen.

So the people who can come here are probably not lost travelers or local residents.

There are only two people on the other side, and there are more than 20 of them. Therefore, how to distribute is the most important question, and who can grab one or two of them to get the first credit is the most critical question.

Suzanne didn't expect anyone to be so bold as to put a sniper rifle directly at the beginning, you know, the arctic fox has explicitly said that it will catch it alive.

But also thanks to this temptation. Let them find out that something seems to be wrong with each other.

Sure enough, it is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp that can go here alone, and the other party must be a very high-level agent, otherwise how can he block the bullet, it must be the latest scientific and technological equipment of the enemy country.

Suzanne was a little envious, but she also pressed the original plan to try to see if she could grab the credit, and sure enough, before her own strength was improved, it was better to keep a low profile and be cautious.

She crouched quietly behind the stump, revealing her two eyes to observe secretly.

At the same time, the communicator in her ear heard the furious roar of the arctic fox again.

"Eight, nine! Who let you shoot! I've written it down for you this time! ”

"The movement has changed, there is a small group of heavily armed German prisoners of war heading here, your mission is... Kill them all. ”