This remnant mountain area of the Rocky Mountains can already be called Liszt's occupation area, especially when he led the Marines into the cave and transformed it into a permanent underground fortification, this area has also officially declared itself from the territory of the Canadians and the control of the Soviets.

You must know that in just over two months, Liszt led his troops, with the help of complex mountains and primeval forests, inflicting great casualties on the group of Soviets and Canadians. And this is the reason why this area is already part of his occupation zone, otherwise the Soviets and Canadians would not be kind enough to cede their territory.

But now when Liszt heard that there were only twenty Canadian troops, instead of feeling rigorous and dignified, his first reaction was that it was ridiculous. He shook his head slowly, turned his head and shrugged at Karl, "Do they think our supplies can't be sustained?" ”

"This should be a temptation to us."

Carl nodded slightly, a relaxed smile on his face. Looking at the marines who threw down the pickaxes and sandbags next to them, they subconsciously touched the tip of their noses, and said to Liszt with some embarrassment: "According to the materials we consume every day, compared with the situation of the same troops, in fact, we can't hold this time at all." ”

Not only that they can't survive this time, Carl also knows quite well in his heart that if they are really ordinary troops, I am afraid that it has already reached the end of the mountain by now. Not to mention bullets, it is estimated that even the food has been exhausted, and they are shivering in this cold mountain, no matter who appears in front of them, they can only choose to surrender if they lose their fighting spirit.

With a slight smile on his lips, Liszt could imagine the thoughts of the Soviets or Canadians who studied logistics. Because according to the regular troops. And who can have a golden finger and exchange it in the void for a brand new winter suit, ammo box, or delicious food?

Liszt patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and the corners of his mouth were a little mocking. Glancing at the fully armed soldiers, he beckoned gently to the front, and walked towards the tunnel of Cave No. 5 first, and said lightly: "Maybe they think we are shivering from the cold. When you see them, you immediately kneel down and pray for surrender? ”

"That's a joke."

There was basically little need for a thaw in his relations with the Soviets. The so-called international law and treaties could not allow him to enjoy any kind treatment. What's more, in this world where even the United Nations has declared its downfall, the naked entanglement of interests is the conversation between countries, and the outcast of his country, or the shadow of wandering outside the country, may not be much better in the end, and Lister would rather die in battle than choose to surrender at all.

Moreover, even in the days when the United Nations was still alive, the classic Geneva Conventions were only human and moral. Hung a fig leaf to block the view. Even if Liszt's own act of killing prisoners on the battlefield in Mexico is really judged according to the Geneva Conventions, it is probably also a crime against humanity that is punishable by death.

"How's it going?"

Liszt came to Cave No. 5, a raised boulder crevice is the entrance to this cave, which looks quite hidden from the outside, and even some of the gaps are hidden by heavy snow, which looks no different from ordinary rock walls. He looked at the dozen or so Marines stationed at the entrance, and frowned slightly as he walked over, "Did you find anything abnormal?" ”

"No anomalies. Everything is under control. ”

In the corner of the tunnel, a Marine squad leader slowly raised his hand and made an OK motion. But his other hand was still holding the military telescope in his hand. Carefully sweeping the continuous white world outside, he said without raising his head: "At twelve o'clock, twenty Canadians, standard light infantry uniforms." ”

He was extremely observant, almost even the distant mountains and hills, because the temperature here was colder. He also slowly exhaled a white mist from his mouth, and after finally determining the target, he slowly spoke: "No heavy firepower and helicopter support were found, and the preliminary estimate is that it is a reconnaissance force." ”

"Scout?"

Liszt reached out and took the telescope handed over by the team leader, and he also knelt half-in the corner of the boulder. Through the hidden gap of about half a meter, I also saw more than two dozen black shadows about a kilometer away. However, the ridicule at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious, feeling the faint cold wind, Liszt couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "I feel pity for them." ”

In the distance, in the white snow, more than twenty Canadian infantry were struggling to move forward. After more than a month of heavy snowfall, the snow in this mountainous area was almost half a meter thick, almost reaching the thighs of these Canadian soldiers, making them walk like rickety penguins.

The Marines next to them had also mounted the M2HB Browning heavy machine gun, stretched out the tripod and directly aimed the muzzle of the black hole at the gap in the boulder, and the sight had already firmly set the eyes on the snow more than a thousand meters away. As long as Liszt's order begins, the fire of this heavy machine gun will be poured down, and the Canadians, who have nowhere to dodge at all, will be overwhelmed in an instant.

"Wait, maybe we should get closer."

Liszt's eyes narrowed slightly, and the military binoculars in his hand were also firmly fixed on the twenty Canadians, looking at their appearance of barely advancing in the snow, but his left hand was slightly raised to signal waiting. Slowly licking the corners of his mouth, he looked at the maple leaf flag on the Canadian's chest, but he seemed to remember something in his mind, and frowned slightly: "Don't shoot yet." ”

Reaching out and rummaging through his pocket, Liszt had the small, rough Enclave's communicator in his hand. Looking at the display screen that had been turned off above, Liszt subconsciously glanced at the twenty Canadians walking in the snow, but his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was talking to himself: "Canadian agents of the Enclave? ”

PS: Today's two watches, I don't know what's wrong, I'm in a bad mood... After a day of depression, I just sulked, and I didn't know what to think when I sat in front of the computer desk, could it be the aunt who had it every month? I'm helpless... (To be continued.) )