Introducing a good book "Motherland, Motherland", which is written about the Chinese battlefield in World War II and the resistance against Japan in the Northeast. Really good book, the author's character is guaranteed, everyone can go and see if the book is short.

Stealth, for an intelligence officer trained as an agent, is still an easy thing to do. Major Leslie, though he became the commander of the plans and missions, did not affect his still nimble and rather strong body, and his intuition as sharp as a mouse.

He had been waiting for three days in the hollow of this hill, like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, just lying silently dormant. The ice and snow from the outside world allowed him to easily obtain drinking water, the heat pipes in the depths of the col also brought him the necessary warmth, and the small items such as the energy bars he carried with him and could quickly replenish his physical strength and energy have also allowed him to sustain himself until now.

For three days, Major Leslie was lurking, and he was also watching the outside world move. After coming to the Anchorage Line, he also had his own power, of course, not the guys in the intelligence department. If he dared to contact his former colleagues, I am afraid that the final result might be a corpse buried in the frozen soil of Alaska.

He knew very well what the dangers of doing what they did. Major Leslie did not trust his former colleagues, even the apprentices he taught by himself had become murderers who could threaten his own lives. On the contrary, he already had the security to save himself, and he knew that what he should be looking for now might be the same hidden in the mountains, under the attack of the Canadians and the Soviets. Also occupies part of the territory of Liszt.

"Is everything normal? It's quiet to watch. ”

Major Leslie lay lightly in a nest of snow, covered in a white cloth that looked no different from the snow around him. And his gaze swept over the bottom. The Anchorage Line, as usual, was not half panicked and guarded by his disappearance.

But his eyes swept over several important positions, the helipad and the airstrip, but he had already found that there were many faintly additional soldiers, who were standing guard cautiously with rifles. This made the corners of his mouth curl up with a smile, and he couldn't help but praise sincerely: "Well done, you really deserve to be the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage Line." General Buenard. ”

As he spoke, he slowly stepped back as well, returning to the small area of the mountain nest where a faint heat was still rising. Toss aside the white camouflage cloth you're wearing. Raising his arm to look at the time on his watch, he took out two smoke grenades behind him and placed them in the camouflage cloth, while making a few small arrangements with steel wire.

When he chose to take the initiative to meet the old Bunard three days ago. He was already there, looking the same as ever. There is nothing unusual in the officer's uniform, and a lot of preparations are prepared. Just like the ordinary combat uniform he was wearing now, and the thin backpack that fit snugly, these were all necessities that he paid attention to and could use.

An M1911 semi-automatic pistol was already in his hand, and Major Leslie looked at the time on his watch, still walking down the mountain with a blank face. He was not worried about being spotted because of the two patrolling helicopters in the sky. When he appeared on the snow, he was already locked in. At the same time, he lowered the altitude and flew over.

The howling wind blew away the snow on the ground of the mountain nest, and the two Black Hawk gunships were already hovering in the air, and at the same time, one by one the elite Anchorage infantry had also quickly slid down the slide lock, and pointed the weapons in their hands at Liszt, all expressionless, only as serious as the enemy.

"Major Leslie, why are you here?"

The face of one of the captains of Anchorage's elite infantry was solemn, his brow furrowing more and more as he looked up and down the dress of Major Leslie. Of course, he knew that this was the intelligence chief of the Anchorage Line, but he still wondered why he had met him in this hidden mountain nest after not seeing him for three days.

But Major Leslie only smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, his gaze slowly raised, and another Black Hawk gunship appeared in mid-air, quickly swooping towards them. At the same time, a soldier dressed like the other elite infantry of the Anchorage Line had already slid down the engine room along the slide lock, and the rifles in their hands were already aimed at Major Leslie, and the soldiers around him who were also expressionless and vigilant.

"Lieutenant, General Bunal has asked me to escort Major Leslie to the General Command."

An officer walked out slowly, but the unfamiliar face made the captain's face change slightly. And he didn't have the slightest expression on his face, just turned his head to look at Major Leslie who was still smiling on his face, and let out a cold snort faintly in his nose, and said faintly and slightly arrogantly: "Now, you can hand over Major Leslie to me." ”

"Hand it over to you? No, I will personally escort you to the General Command. ”

But the captain's face became more and more wrinkled, and he reached out and took out a letter of appointment in his arms, handed it to the officer, and his tone was also solemn and distrustful: "This is the appointment of the general command to me, and the task assigned to me. He paused, but said unceremoniously, "Besides, I've never seen you, and I mean you're a stranger." ”

The officer stretched out his hand to take the letter of appointment, which also contained a mission notice, his brows furrowed slowly, he glanced at Major Leslie, who had been surrounded, and at the same time glanced at the captain in front of him, hesitated for a moment, but nodded slowly: "Very good, then you will take Major Leslie to the general headquarters." ”

As he spoke, he also took a half step back to explain his retreat. At the same time, he returned the letter of appointment to the captain, and the soldiers around him also pressed Major Leslie to quickly get into a helicopter. With the rotation of the wings, the three gunships had already risen rapidly into the sky, and after climbing to a high place, they flew towards the hills in the distance.

But the officer didn't seem to see that in the shadows around the corner, the plain-dressed Major Leslie, who had only been in the wrong position with two or three men for a few seconds, had swapped the only remaining differences between the two sides, as if by magic, and had boarded two different helicopters, and because of the final difference in the mission, he had left towards the perimeter of the Anchorage Line. (To be continued.) )