When the moon hung high in the sky and the ground was covered in darkness, Zaitsev and his colleagues returned to their positions.

Several soldiers gathered together were dared by the officers, the road leading to the tent of the special forces headquarters was cleared, and the tent curtain could be seen from afar, and Captain Danilov was sitting on the ammunition box waiting for them. Judging by the half-burned cigarette butts on the ground, the captain had waited a long time, probably a whole day, and was in a terrible mood because of this and other reasons, with a mixture of anger, frustration, and anxiety in his eyes.

It sucks.

This was the idea of the captain, and the idea of the sharpshooters, and the small group of 15 people at the time of departure, almost half of them were reduced by the time they returned, and 7 companions unfortunately became the trophies of the elite hunters of the enemy army.

Frustration fills the body and overflows into the air, and the aroma of fried red sausages becomes tasteless.

"Captain. ”

Zaitsev walked up to Danilov, stood upright and saluted.

"Vasily. ”

The captain did not return the salute, he took a silver cigarette case from his jacket pocket, took out a cigarette with a golden filter from it, and stuffed it into his mouth, then he pinned the cigarette to his ear, and continued:

"Praise be to Mother Goddess, you have come back alive. ”

The captain and the soldiers were stunned for a moment at the same time, such defeatist words were not suitable for the mouth of an officer, and the object was a group of soldiers. After a pause of a few seconds, Danilov asked with a stern expression:

"Are they hairless monkey sharpshooters? did you kill them? or didn't meet them?"

"We met, but couldn't find them. Didn't get rid of it. ”

"Didn't get rid of it?"

"The monkeys are well hidden, I know they're in the forest, searching for our location, but we just can't find him, I hope he'll show his flaws, but he never gave me a chance. ”

The game of endurance continued until the sun went down, and the hunters who searched for each other tried their best not to reveal themselves, and Zaitsev kept his patience, as did the other party. And so they continued until dark. Then the confrontation for today ended, postponing the battle in the decisive battle to the next one.

It's simple, and it's torturous.

"Those guys must have been in the forest and know the rules of the forest. Good at camouflage. The equipment is also very good. The brothers who were killed were shot at a distance of more than 200 meters. The shots were all heads, and not a single shot missed. ”

Taking a deep breath, Zaitsev took off his military cap. Scratch your head vigorously.

"One guy was really good, he could hit a target from 300 meters away. ”

"Mother Goddess on ......"

Captain Danilov drew a cross on his chest. At 300 meters, it is 50 meters more than Zaitsev's 250-meter limit, a fatal advantage.

The captain took the cigarette, put it back in his mouth, and then took it out again.

"In other words, you've been facing off all day today, aren't you?"

"Yes, Captain. ”

The sharpshooters replied together, their voices as calm as possible, lest the captain perceive their frustration and irritation.

Lying in the mud, with one or more decomposing corpses, unable to move, unable to make a sound, highly concentrated, and tense to the point of breaking at any moment—he remained in this state for nearly 10 hours, and in the end found nothing. It's the worst scenario that the heroes have ever encountered, and it's going to happen again and again for some time to come.

The only consolation that is not consolation is that their opponents are no better than them, regardless of their circumstances and feelings.

The captain finally lit the cigarette, and after a few puffs, he stopped his movements, did not speak, did not smoke, like a sculpture of thinking with a cigarette, motionless. It wasn't until the cigarette was burning to his fingers that the captain was reluctant to throw the cigarette on the ground.

"Luckily for you, our spies in Lapland reported that a few days ago a group of Laplanders armed with the latest rifles had boarded a ship in Vyborg and disappeared. It looks like you're meeting a Lapland hunter today. ”

Zaitsev's eyebrows jumped, and Lyudmila, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, also tightened her face, and the others had even more stern expressions.

Unlike the countries that claim to be donors and don't take the country of the snow forest into account, the principality has a deep understanding of the country that has fought several times, just as Lapland has a deep understanding of the principality.

It has been described as follows: Unlike the southern countries where a golden spoon was born, Lapland was born with a dagger in its mouth from the moment it was born.

Due to the fact that it has been on the front line of confrontation with the principality for many years, Lapland's militarization is the highest in the world, except for Alfheim, who is hidden behind the scenes, almost no country has spent their childhood in military training, the only exception is Lapland.

For the people of Lapland, resisting the invasion of the principality is a part of life, and at one point, the life of the peasant in Lapland unfolded in this way: get up in the morning, spend two hours fighting the duchiers, then rush to the market, buy daily necessities and immediately rush to the crops, join the militia in the village community and fight with the woolly bear soldiers who rob the food and women for an hour, then take a break for lunch, and plough the fields in the afternoon. Occasionally, you can revisit the woolly bear farmers who are stealing corn, check for traps around the crops at dusk, and set off home......

Dealing with fighting nations every day, Lapland itself is also tainted with the characteristics of many fighting peoples, although the combat effectiveness of the regular army is relatively scummy, but no duchy army soldier dares to underestimate the Lapland militia.

On one occasion, the Principality Army dispatched an army of nearly 30,000 men in an attempt to break through from the Suomusarmi region and surrender Lapland in two weeks. However, due to the unfamiliar terrain, the army formed a long snake formation along the main road, and the distance between the ranks reached a maximum of 100 kilometers. Dressed in white cloaks and nimble with sleds and skis, the Lapland militia, familiar with the local environment, smashed the Principality in a snowy night of -40°C, and the mountain people armed with bows and crossbows hid in the snow and shot the Principality soldiers gathered around the campfires. Or destroy small groups of enemies with superior forces. Eventually, the army was destroyed, with 27,500 men killed or frozen, 1,900 captured, and only a few thousand managed to escape back to the principality, where they were court-martialed and died in the Gulag Archipelago.

From then on, the Lapland militia, clad in white cloaks and gliding quickly on snow, was one of the principalities' most reluctant enemies, and in the Age of Firearms, Lapland's military reform did not simply copy the experience of other countries. Let everyone practice the tactics of lining up and shooting. Instead, the traditional militia was adapted and trained, and the elite warriors were selected to form the hunters, and they were equipped with the best guns in order to better play their role.

Now it seems. These militia-evolved hunters did not disappoint their king. Just as they envisioned. The Principality Army was trapped in unprecedented trouble.

"I see, I entered the forest from the swamp on my skis. ”

Lyudmila whispered. As she guessed, the skis increased the contact area. Unit pressure is also reduced, allowing the Lapland Hunters to safely and covertly enter the forest to set up ambushes, albeit slower.

"Listen, these guys are here to kill you. ”

Danilov said in a tone that was by no means merely a warning, his cold eyes imprinting tense faces.

"Albion Lobster must have told those mongrels everything that happened on the battlefield - the target, the time, the location, the location of the bullet, the precautions, and judging from today's events, I am afraid that they have fully studied your way of action and formulated corresponding countermeasures. So—"

The captain lowered his voice and hooked his fingers, and the knowing sharpshooters immediately approached.

"Listen, I have a new plan......"

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"Lieutenant, why don't you have a drink?"

"No, Sauman, take it to Saibo, and don't let our nightmen fall asleep. ”

"You have the final say. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, the corporal exited the tent with coffee so strong that it was almost swallowed, and after a while, the screams of the teenager and the evil laughter of the middle-aged man rang out almost simultaneously.

-- These over-energetic guys.

Shaking his head and smiling wryly, Lieutenant Heyer continued to bury his head in the paper and ink, and only after a few lines did he write, and the pen stopped again.

He had no idea what to write about the strange state of affairs of the day.

But judging by the comparison of losses, the human camp is the winner, but Haye thinks that this victory is not perfect.

The original plan was to take advantage of the opponent's unfamiliarity with their own tactics to fight an ambush battle to weaken the Principality's sharpshooter forces as much as possible, if not all of them, at least to make them unable to recover for a while.

But in the end, they failed to achieve this goal, although the other side had losses, but it was not a bone, and with this experience, they will become more difficult to deal with.

If it weren't for that mysterious "breath", it wouldn't have become like this.

Heyer caught Zaitsev several times in battle, but each time, just before he could shoot, the beast-like aura came to his feet.

It wasn't a physical existence, and it wasn't even possible to prove that there was such a thing, but Heyer did feel that there was "something" observing the battlefield from afar, and even indirectly interfering with it.

It's an intuition, an intuition that you've honed through experience as a hunter and a warrior, and it's a feeling that comes to mind whenever you're targeted by someone.

Heyer trusts his instincts, but the proud, outcome-only Albions don't, and nothing else is accepted except what they want to believe.

With a sigh, Heyer pulled out a piece of paper and rewrote the battle report.

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"That's all that's left. ”

The priest of the principality glanced at the neatly stacked tin boxes and swallowed.

These small boxes look no different from canned luncheon meat, in fact, they are products from the same assembly line, the only difference is that the contents are not luncheon meat that makes many people frown, but a whole pound of explosives, and in order to enhance it, a layer of iron nails, steel beads, and glass shards are added to it.

It's a bomb.

The priest was well aware of the power of such a thing, and was sure that no normal person would want to use it, and everyone who had seen such a bomb test scenario knew that only a madman who longed to see the Mother Goddess would use it.

But now, there are exceptions.

"Please sign. ”

The man in a black business suit handed over the paper jiàn clip, without any expression on his face, for him, this is just work, not noble and dirty, just a part of life. Waiting for the priest to leave a certificate of receipt of the goods on the receipt of the document, he saluted neatly, turned around and left.

He still had a lot of work to do, and there was no time to waste, and in a few moments, the carriage all drove away from the scene and rushed to the next destination.

It was not until the last wagon disappeared into the night that the priest looked back at the boxes of bombs and the "accessories", and for a long time he was silent, and after a while he made a gesture, and the soldiers immediately moved the goods and the "accessories" into the hut.

It was a nondescript hut, and it was fitting to use it as a disguise, but underneath it was a secret room.

There are no windows, only the only door to get in touch with the outside world, the room itself is quite spacious, even if a large number of goods are carried in, it will not become crowded, and under the light of several candlesticks and magic arrays, there is no problem with lighting. But perhaps it was the lack of air circulation, and an eerie smell of a grave echoed through the room.

It may not be the same as a grave, because it is also a place where lives are buried.

"For the victory of the principality, for the sake of the only truth, give your qiē. ”

Standing in the center of the magic circle, the elderly priest shrouded in robes said coldly, and the kidnapped children shrank in the corner and shivered, watching the soldiers of the principality approach step by step......

As if unable to bear to witness what happened next, the moon hid in the dark clouds, and the night wind was faintly mixed with the screams of children. (To be continued......)