On the western side of the Rocky Mountains, for a month and a half in this complex mountainous terrain, Liszt and his Marines did not just set up a makeshift camp. Instead, they were all dispersed, and the complex mountain environment was simply explored, and the ups and downs between the various mountain ranges and the distribution of dense primeval forests were roughly divided.

If this primeval forest and the Rocky Mountains belong to the sacred territory of Canadians, then the Liszt hidden in it is the most familiar with this sacred territory of Canadians. They had already drawn a map of the surrounding terrain with a pencil, and even marked the surrounding areas and commanding heights that were easy to hide, and if the group of Canadians or Soviets appeared in this forest, the advantage of fighting at home would not necessarily belong to anyone!

They were all elite Marines, and after learning more about the terrain, they were not a little bit stronger than those cowardly Canadian infantry. Even in the face of those elite Soviet soldiers, these heroic young men of the Marine Corps can also make any enemy face to face in this deep primeval forest!

Liszt was quite confident in this, even if the members of this group of marines were all recruits who had just come out of the military academy and boot camp, but so what? They have learned basic tactical movements, learned to shoot at three points and one line, and learned to cooperate with each other to cover, and they are the deadliest executioners.

Moving quickly in this dense forest, they seemed to be regular visitors to this forest, and in almost the shortest time, they had already climbed a hillside and came to the edge of a primeval forest. And one of the Marines looked ahead. He also turned his head to Liszt with his M4A1 assault rifle and said, "Captain Liszt." That parachute is right ahead! ”

"Hmm. I see it. ”

Nodding slightly, Liszt's eyes had seen everything in front of him. Licking the corners of his mouth slightly, he looked at the edge of the primeval forest, on a primordial giant tree more than ten meters high, the light blue parachute seemed to be entangled in the canopy, and the white ropes were also hanging from the branches, and couldn't help but laugh softly: "It seems that our guests seem to be in trouble." ”

Parachute into woodland or mountains. The danger is so high that even professional paratroopers are reluctant to parachute in such a complex environment unless it is a particularly important mission. Although the American federal pilot was highly skilled and lucky, he successfully escaped using the ejection seat, but in this dense primeval forest, he was caught by a giant tree and parachute, and he couldn't break free from the branches.

"Let's go help that poor fellow."

Liszt spat at the side fiercely, raised his arm to look at the time above, and reached out to gesture to the ten marines behind him. The soldiers behind him immediately crossed his side with their weapons. Quickly flanked the tree with the parachute, faintly forming a semicircle.

But everybody came to the side of the big tree. There was a slight frown on his face, especially looking at the parachute rope that was shaking and gradually stopping, but he subconsciously turned his head to look at Liszt next to him. And a Marine Corps walked a few meters forward, looked at the American federal pilot who had stopped struggling four or five meters above his head, and couldn't help frowning: "He's dead?" ”

"Maybe it's just a disguise."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but Liszt saw through this trick very conspicuously, hanging Winchester on his back with his backhand, but there was an extra M1911 semi-automatic pistol in his hand. He looked at the pilot with his head drooping, as if he had encountered a fatal accident during a forced landing, and his voice was slightly raised, and he said loudly: "Do you come down by yourself, or will we help you?" ”

Liszt's eyes looked at the big tree, and the hanging pilot was still drooping his head, swaying as if it were fluttering in the wind. Slowly shrugged his shoulders, Liszt looked at the pilot who did not respond at all, but the M1911 semi-automatic pistol in his hand had been raised upward, and nodded faintly: "Those Soviets and Canadians can come over at any time, if we can't rescue you by then, then we can only let you hang on it forever." ”

His words were silent for a moment, and the surrounding marines had already raised their weapons, and the muzzle of the black hole was directly aimed at the American federal pilot who was still hanging from the tree. But it was still dreary, and the pilot in the tree was still swaying in the wind, as if he was really dead.

"Well, there's still no trust between us."

Pouting, the M1911 semi-automatic pistol in Liszt's hand was put down, reaching out as if he was holding something in his arms, his eyes followed his head and looked around, and he just said helplessly: "Although shooting can attract the attention of those Soviets and Canadians, fortunately I still have a silencer." ”

The movement of his hand was soft and slow, as if he were actually changing the silencer, but in fact his hand was only a false grip, and there was not even a hair in front of the muzzle. But four or five meters above his head, the angry voice finally couldn't help but appear, and the original pilot who looked like a dead corpse had already opened his eyes, continued to struggle and scolded downward: "Damn, who are you?" Don't tell me about the US Federation, I don't believe that there are still our special forces on the territory of Canada! ”

As he spoke, the pilot took out a dagger from his lap and cut the rope lightly, and the whole person slid down the tree. But he stood on the ground, looked at the M1911 semi-automatic pistol in Liszt's hand that had nothing at all, also took a deep breath, spat to the side and nodded: "This is really interesting." ”

"Alright, my esteemed pilot, what we need to do now is move to our temporary base before the Soviet and Canadian helicopters arrive."

Inserting the M1911 semi-automatic pistol back into its holster, Liszt couldn't help but smile as he looked at the angry pilot with his face full of anger. Holding Winchester behind him in his hand with his backhand, he shrugged his shoulders slightly, and walked directly in front, while saying lightly: "If I were you, put that pistol away." After a pause, Liszt turned his head to look at the panicked pilot, smiled and nodded lightly: "I am the captain of this unit, Liszt." (To be continued.) )