The cold wind howled, and the fine snowflakes hit the face like ice particles, but they didn't give the skin the slightest feeling. Because the cold air almost froze the nerves on his face, Liszt's greatest hope now was to own and wear a thick standard military leather windproof coat to keep warm. And thinking of this, he subconsciously wrapped the combat uniform on his body with his hands, although there were two layers of woolen sweaters in the thin clothes, it seemed that in the face of the cold wind at this few hundred meters, it didn't have much effect.

The helicopter gunship roared through the air, leaving behind the snowy and green mountains with ease. However, the howling cold wind always poured into the big mouth because of the needs of the battle, and there was no side door, as if it was a wind through the hall, which made Liszt in the middle feel more and more cold. Swallowing hard, Liszt couldn't help but shake his head at Leslie next to him and said, "God, I feel that my legs are not my own!" ”

"Hahaha, don't worry, we're almost there!"

Looking at Liszt's somewhat pale face, Major Leslie on the side obviously understood his embarrassment. The cold Alaskan wind blows, and even the strongest brown bears hide in tree hollows, let alone humans without thick fur. And he thought about it, but he still knocked heavily on the cab in front of him with his hand, and at the same time called the driver in front of him with the headset that came with his seat, and said loudly: "Have you taken anything else?" I know you guys must have, I can assume I don't know! ”

"I really regret this mission." The driver in front of him heard Major Leslie's words, and was silent in the headset for two or three seconds, after which he muttered dissatisfiedly: "At least leave me some, you know, this thing is very expensive." As he spoke, he reached out and took out a dark green object from his pocket, and threw it directly to Major Leslie, "Let this recruit be careful, don't waste it on me if you can't get used to it." ”

"Recruits? Hah, you guy doesn't know anything. ”

Leslie caught the dark green thing thrown by the driver, which looked like a small water bottle, and shook it vigorously in his ear, and the crisp sound of water crashing quietly appeared inside. This made him nod with satisfaction, reached out and threw the small kettle into Liszt's arms, laughed and said: "Alaska is like a cold iceberg girl, and this thing is for us to conquer this lovely iceberg girl!" ”

Pick up this small kettle, the common military semi-arc design, the dark green appearance looks quite thick. But Liszt's eyes looked at the front of this small kettle, the five-pointed star with the hammer and sickle intersecting each other, so that he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick the cold lips, and his breathing became a little short: "Soviet goods? ”

"This is the spoils of war that I received after I captured two Soviet prisoners."

On this gunship as a headset, anyone can speak and others can hear it. And Liszt's words were undoubtedly heard by the driver in front, as if he was deliberately showing off something, and his voice could be heard even through the headset as a kind of complacency: "You know, I only had a semi-automatic pistol in my hand at that time, and there was no additional magazine!" However, as soon as his voice changed, he seemed a little annoyed: "If you want to taste it, then as soon as possible, don't waste my good things!" ”

"Taste it, this thing will allow you to conquer Alaska!"

Leslie on the side looked at Liszt's hesitant look, but couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, obviously having a very deep memory of the liquid in this small dark green kettle. However, he still did not forget his own work, patted a follower sitting next to him, and at the same time pressed the headset and said to the driver in front: "The command post is about to arrive, let the young man next to me replace you, and you can come and share this thing together." ”

He held down the headset as he spoke, and the attendant next to him also drilled through the gap to the front, and said hello to the co-pilot, and the pilot on the main pilot activated the automatic cruise control system, and then quickly left his position. And with the attendant controlling the helicopter's main pilot position, the original pilot stepped into the crew compartment, grabbed the handrail at the top and looked at Liszt who was still hesitating helplessly, shrugged his shoulders in the cold wind and said: "Hey, recruit, although I don't know your name, but you can be summoned by General Bunal, you must be able to explain something, don't hesitate like a girl!" ”

"Well, it's not hesitation..."

Liszt unscrewed the small kettle, and his palm subconsciously rubbed the hammer and sickle in the center, and his heart couldn't help beating a little faster. And when a certain similar five-pointed star appeared in his mind, the throbbing in his heart almost made him unable to hold the kettle in his hand. But he still forcibly suppressed the emotions in his heart, looked at the black hole and poured a big mouthful, and then sighed heavily: "Vodka? ”

Before he could finish his words, a flaming sensation instantly rose in his stomach, like an explosive arsenal, making Liszt's eyes widen slightly. And the heat that seemed to come from the depths of his soul surged up his esophagus, making him open his mouth and gasp a few times, but the hand holding the small kettle became tighter. Liszt looked at Leslie and the driver next to him with a smile, and couldn't help but nod and exclaim, "Well, this feels really good!" ”

"Of course, this is a special vodka of the Soviets, which costs six times as much on the black market as regular vodka!"

The faint smell of alcohol had been blown through the air by the cold wind, and Leslie had a smile on his face, but his hand was reaching inside his thick windbreaker. Although the middle-aged major's face was smiling, no one could see the slightest smile in his eyes, and it was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. And his hand was gently withdrawn in his arms, but an M1911 semi-automatic pistol was aimed at the pilot at the edge of the helicopter cabin, still smiling: "Then your mission is complete." ”

"Bang-"

The crisp sound of the gun rang out instantly, and a faint fire burst out from the dark muzzle, as if a judgment appeared from nowhere. The pilot, who was still standing on the edge of the cabin, clutching the armrest with one hand, had already shown some kind of frightened gaze, but he could not speak, because a small black hole appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and his eyes were blood-colored with a little blood. Then his body, which had lost control of his brain, completely softened, and was directly swept away by the strong wind outside the cabin and fell into the mountains hundreds of meters high.

Liszt's eyes widened, but he sat in the crew compartment and still kept the same movement. Even his fingers were still pinching the pentagram on the flask, and he didn't react at all. He felt that the cold wind in Alaska froze his mind, and he was stunned for two or three seconds when he saw this scene, before he looked at the Major Leslie and slowly gritted his teeth and asked, "Just now, you killed a person like this?" ”

"Murder? Oh, of course, it's something that's already planned. ”

For Liszt's shocked appearance, the Leslie Major had the same smile on his face as before, but in Liszt's eyes, the taste changed more and more. However, Major Leslie was still like this, smiling and shrugging, as if he had no memory of the person he had killed with his own hands just now: "Don't worry, this is just a Soviet spy." He explained, "We've all investigated, and you can ask General Bunal in person." ”

But Liszt gritted his teeth tightly, and his eyes looked at the current driver and co-pilot in front of him, and the other attendant of Major Leslie next to him, but found that there was no look of grief or shock on their faces, as if they had known it for a long time. Trying to calm his mind down, Liszt couldn't help but gulp a few mouthfuls of vodka from the kettle, and asked in a heavy voice: "This bottle of vodka hasn't been poisoned, right?" ”

"Of course not, this kind of vodka tastes genuine."

Leslie glanced outside, and in the middle of the mountains, the helicopter was moving at a slow pace, and gradually descended, as if it had reached its place. Only then did he reassure, nodded and smiled at Liszt, who was holding the kettle tightly and seemed to have not yet reacted: "Although Alaska is infiltrated like a sieve by the Soviets, these things that can be bought on the black market have to be said to be really good things." ”

The helicopter slowly landed, and finally touched the tarmac on the ground, where a team of heavily armed U.S. Federal Army troops walked briskly to protect the helicopter, and when they found that the pilot was not on it, they put away the M4A1 assault rifle that was faintly aimed at the helicopter. Leslie looked at Liszt, who was still sitting in his seat, but couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "The Butcher of Heaven on the battlefield in Mexico, will he still have pity for the death of a person?" He said, but there was also a bit of regret in his tone: "Could it be that a year of civilian life has turned you into a cute house pet?" ”

"Perhaps."

Slowly unbuckling his seat belt, Liszt couldn't help but beat slightly as he looked at the ridicule and faint mockery on Major Leslie's face, as well as the formulaic smile. He had little affection for the major who had almost hidden all his inner activities under his smile, and he couldn't help frowning when he touched the five-pointed star and sickle hammer on the kettle in his pocket, "Then let's go and see General Bunnard." ”

PS: Today's first update,! After work, one of my brothers-in-law had a treat, and the whole family got together together, and it was ten o'clock when I came back. Kneel, I still owe a watch, and I will make up for it tomorrow! I'm really hard at my feet. Well, I'll go to sleep first.