Slowly raising his left hand, Liszt motioned to the surrounding marines to lurk quietly. He didn't give the order to fire, although the distance of a kilometer was still a plain with no way to hide, it was the best shooting range for them, but considering the so-called Enclave agents before, Liszt still said in a deep voice: "Let them come." ”

"Let them come?"

Karl, who was holding an M4A1 assault rifle in his hand, was also slightly stunned, and couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the soldiers in the cave. The M2HB Browning heavy machine gun had been set up with the tripod open, and more than 30 Marines in the tunnel behind him, also carrying two heavy machine guns, simply set up behind the gap in the boulder, faintly aimed at the Canadian who was still struggling in the snow outside.

Liszt's left hand was still raised, a symbol of the gesture of standby, and everyone in the cave understood what he meant. Carl slowly bent over and stood up, looking at the Marines behind him who were about to fill the No. 5 cave, he couldn't help but make a few quick gestures, and said solemnly: "Everyone be quiet, wait for orders!" ”

In the entire Cave 5, the fifty marines who had gathered had already held their breath and lurked inside. And in the tunnel behind him, as well as on the side of Cave No. 4, there were also the remaining twenty soldiers on standby. If it weren't for the No. 3 and No. 1 caves of the ammunition depot that needed to be garrisoned, I'm afraid they would have all come by this time.

"They're clumsy, and they don't look trained at all."

The white hand gently held the binoculars, and Liszt's gaze through the transparent lenses swept very carefully over the Canadian soldiers who were walking like penguins in the thick snow. And his eyes also brought a little gloom, and he couldn't help but squint: "How can this be an agent of the Enclave?" ”

"Agent? Just by them? ”

Karl leaned over and looked cautiously at the snow-white plains outside. The Canadians staggered through the snow, and they couldn't help but let out a cold snort in their noses. And the M4A1 assault rifle in his hand was also on his shoulder, slowly stretching the muzzle out of the small gap, and he couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and laugh at himself: "If they are well-trained agents, then wouldn't me and this group of boys be the elite who have been killed from the most tragic battlefield?" ”

Agents and spies are the elite who are selected from the elite troops. It belongs to the elite management, and everyone can take charge of it. After all, the various trivial matters they deal with may not be as good as high-intensity armed confrontations or frequent fierce battles, but the requirements are not much compared to the strict special forces.

On that snowfield, a deep trace had already appeared in the white snow, and the twenty Canadian maple leafs were also moving forward. It seemed that their goal was not the cave where Liszt was, but rather to bypass them and head towards the mountain behind. And according to estimates. The area they wanted to reach was probably the entrance to Cave No. 1, where Liszt first appeared and had already been blown up.

"But I found it weird, they looked like lost chicks."

Liszt squinted slightly, and the military telescope in his hand could clearly see the appearance of the twenty generals wrapped in thick leather winter suits. But their body temperature had also been lost by the cold air outside, and their physical strength had been almost exhausted by the snow, and Liszt could clearly see the panic on their faces through the telescope. His fingers gently pinched the thick telescope. His brows were already tightly furrowed, and he said in a slow voice: "Temptation? ”

"It should be. No, it's definitely a temptation. ”

Looking at the gradually decreasing speed of progress, as if it was frightened by the general Canadian, Carl's brows couldn't help but furrow slightly. He turned his head and glanced at the Marines gathered around him, but as if he had thought of something, he said to Liszt: "They don't know if we have other passages!" ”

Nodded slowly. Liszt also believed that the role of the Canadians should be to take on the bait of dying at any time. But his gaze was also extremely cautious, sweeping over the Canadian who was still slowly advancing, and just as he was about to say something, a certain throbbing in his heart suddenly jumped. Let him blurt out: "Something is wrong." ”

Gasping deeply, a slight coolness was brought in the gap in front of him, which calmed down his whole body. Reaching out to his beating chest, Liszt felt the uneasiness beating in his heart, which made him fall into a strange state of mind. This was unusual for him now, even because the combined Soviets and Canadians were not as uneasy as they are today.

"Let them go, don't open fire."

Liszt took out the small green communication device from his pocket with his backhand, and looked at the screen that was not turned on, but his eyes were a little suspicious. Licking the corners of his mouth, he still chose to believe in this sixth sense that had saved him countless times, and turned to Carl and the other soldiers and ordered, "Continue to lurk, be careful not to be exposed." ”

But when he gave the order to go down, a Marine soldier walked quickly through the passage. He was still holding a long strip of sackcloth in his arms, and he glanced at the silent atmosphere in the cave, and became cautious as he walked, and he looked at Liszt in front of him, and also walked over quickly, handed him the thing in his arms, and said, "Captain, this is your shotgun." But he paused slightly, and still said softly: "The full stop inside, I heard that there were Canadians coming, and I seemed a little irritable." ”

"Grumpy?"

Turning his head slightly, Liszt's eyes had already seen the Enclave pilots who were being held to their heads with M4A1 assault rifles by two Marines in the cave passage. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile, and being able to be held against the head by the two rifles of this group of young men has already explained what he called irritable.

Standing up gently, Liszt held his linen-wrapped Winchester shotgun and deftly weaved his way through the scattered crowd behind him. And he looked at the full stop who looked excited, but was stared at viciously by two rifles against his head, and slowly nodded and asked, "What's wrong?" My full stop, sir. (To be continued.) )