The crisp sound of the M1911 semi-automatic pistol had blasted the entire makeshift camp open, and the atmosphere that had been peaceful with the night suddenly turned into a fierce front line like a deadly battlefield. Everyone was clinging to the infantry fighting vehicles and armed off-road vehicles on the edge, their M4A1 assault rifles firmly resting on their shoulders, looking around each other vigilantly, while many of them looked at the figure who was still standing in the middle of the field and lying on the ground.

The tray containing the canned beef and bread had been thrown on the ground, and not many people cared about the food now, and even the guard team on the top of the hill, which had occupied the commanding heights at the top of the hill beforehand, had already set their sights on the bottom. But no one asked what was going on in the camp below, but the two M249 light machine guns aimed the muzzles of the black hole at the temporary camp below, and only the figure of Sofitel stood on a stone on it, looking at the sudden situation just now below with a cold face, as if waiting for something.

Liszt slowly stood up, and the U.S. military-standard pistol that he had held tightly in his hand had been reinserted back into the holster on the side of his thigh. He waved his hand towards the nearby hill, and less than a hundred meters away he could even see Sofitel's frowning face. However, Liszt's eyes looked at the corpse that was already lying on the ground, without any sound, and the overturned dinner plate was thrown next to it, and the half-eaten beef and bread were spilled on the ground, so he couldn't help but squint his eyes and whispered: "Why bother? ”

"Captain Liszt, this guy..."

The two heavily armed scouts next to him immediately walked over, bending slightly and carefully scanning the surroundings, but the M4A1 assault rifle in their hands was not casually held horizontally, but just pointed the muzzle towards the sky. They had just experienced an emergency, and they were all sure that if they had even the slightest abnormal movement, they might be able to cause unnecessary trouble.

One of the scouts walked over and took his nose with his fingers, while holding down his still warm neck, and raised his head to report to Liszt: "Breathing is weak, and the heart is beating low. As he spoke, he reached out to prop up the eyelids, looked at the dilated pupils, shook his head at Liszt, and said, "There is no way to salvage." ”

"Can't be saved?" Squinting slightly, Liszt looked at the guy who was still lying on the ground, dressed in U.S. Army equipment, and even many of them had joked with him. And Liszt had seen the guy laughing, a bold young man from Texas. But his teeth couldn't help but clench slowly, and he said in a deep voice: "I know, he is about to die." ”

Turning his head to look at the soldiers around him, Liszt's gaze looked almost around one by one. Tension and distrust suddenly descended on the camp, and everyone was faintly separated from their companions by a short distance, and their eyes were also looking at Liszt in confusion and at the same time cautiously watching the movements around them.

"The Soviets' spies have been killed."

Liszt spoke slowly, his voice heavy and powerful in the makeshift camp. At such a time, he had to shoulder the honor and confidence of this reconnaissance unit, because it was the first day of the reconnaissance mission, and he had not even reconnoitred most of the area that was originally planned. Taking a deep breath, Liszt stretched out his right hand, pointed with his thumb to the dinner around the campfire behind him, and said loudly: "Continue with dinner, this is something that has been expected for a long time." ”

Hearing Liszt's voice, the scouts in the makeshift camp all reacted. One by one, they slowly stood up, looked at the soldiers around them, and they were also silent, and they all walked towards the campfire with a slight stiffness. No one said anything, and they didn't let their eyes look at the spy, who had been killed.

But the atmosphere of this temporary camp was suddenly suppressed, and it completely lost the laughter and laughter that everyone had been strangers to each other since it had just been formed. Now it seems to be a real front-line battlefield, everyone's curiosity about Alaska has disappeared, even the bonfire that was originally lit has been dispersed into three parts by several scouts who are responsible for heating food, which makes the light of this camp suddenly drop a large part, but the atmosphere seems more and more depressing.

The two scouts had already gone into action, and together they dragged the dead Spy's body to the side of the infantry fighting vehicle next to it. After a brief probing, they slowly stood up, looked at Liszt, who had already come to their side, and reported softly: "Poison against nerves." ”

"Can you find out anything?"

Liszt stood quietly in front of the spy's corpse, his face flushed because he had just died, but he couldn't help but slowly clench his fists. He almost died at the gunpoint of this guy just now, and if it weren't for that amazing sixth sense that made him react quickly, he might be the one lying here now. And Liszt's eyes looked at the blush on his chest, but his brows slowly wrinkled, and he couldn't help but exhale slowly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly mocking: "This is a warning to us to enter Alaska?" ”

"Nothing can be found, according to the records, he is a retired soldier from Texas, everything is normal."

The two scouts pulled out the spy's dog tag, looked at the number on it, and glanced at each other, but both saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. As a spy, nothing useful will be left behind, but no one knows that only the United States and the Soviet Union dare to send spies to each other. However, one of them whispered to Liszt: "If you look at the color of your skin, it seems that he is of Mexican origin." ”

Touching his chin, Liszt's face did not have the slightest expression, but he looked at the spy who was still open, and seemed to be quite deadly, and the mockery at the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned. He turned and walked towards the plate he had thrown on the ground, and only said lightly, "Mexican? Oh, then I can understand how he wants to assassinate me. And he took two steps, slowly stood still, and said: "I leave the rest to you, I think General Bunar asked you to come with me just to avoid this." ”

"Understood." The two scouts, who seemed to be indistinguishable from the others, nodded slowly. They were sent by General Buenard and Sofitel when Liszt was forming a reconnaissance team, supposedly as professional counterintelligence officers. However, Liszt didn't pay too much attention to this, and a real spy would not let his hatred blind his heart.

"Everybody eats quickly, and tonight they will be divided into three groups to take turns on guard."

In the middle of the camp, Liszt stood by a campfire, looking at the soldiers who were still silent, and a disdainful smile turned into a smile on his lips. He looked around at the man who was silently eating dinner, and at the same time looked at his somewhat blank gaze, nodded and said loudly: "A stinky rat trained by the Soviets, it's not a big deal, a Mexican bed bug that targeted me." Liszt said, the disdain at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious, and he still said loudly: "Prepare to spend a period of cold winter nights, the territory of the American Federation still needs us to detect and protect!" ”

Liszt didn't say anything more, just took his share of the food, and continued to eat it in large gulps. The beef and carrots were still delicious, and he felt good to eat them, but Liszt exhaled slowly as he looked at the conversation that gradually appeared in the makeshift camp.

If repressed emotions appear in this unit, perhaps that is the purpose of the dead spy. The newly formed reconnaissance detachment is all composed of various active and retired soldiers, and no one knows anyone. If the seeds of distrust are allowed to take root in this unit, then this newly formed reconnaissance detachment may exist in name only. This will undoubtedly be a huge blow to Liszt's prestige, or to the impression in the eyes of Bunnard.

"Soviets spies?"

Gently opening his mouth to eat the food on his plate, Liszt's eyes looked up the hill. Sofitel's figure was still standing there, and the vigilance team was still firmly occupying the commanding heights, intimidating any figures around who dared to move. Slowly beckoning to say hello, signaling that there was no problem, Sofitel returned to his place. And Liszt looked at the camp that was still a little depressed, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly: "Is this this, the Cold War?" ”

PS: Revert update, it seems like I owe a lot wow... Hmm, I'll try to pay it back...

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