Chapter 189: : Mantis and Cardinal

Touched by a "thief"?
The gloomy sky seemed to be over his head. Captain Shao Qiang was sinking into the water, and his brother Thomas soared on the spot, shouting loudly. Bayi Chinese Network W ★ www. ★ 81ｚ く W. CoM
"Jackling things, really turning yourself into a gambler?"
As a special soldier, this kind of thing is not only ridiculous, but also a shame. The recent behaviors of contacting Little Thomas made him an angry brother and felt heartache.
Others don't know. Big Thomas knows that his brother hasn't deserted training, instead he worked harder than ever. It can only be understood that the harm of gambling is greater than imagined, and people unknowingly lose their mind.
"I......"
The saddest thing is Thomas Jr. himself. Faced with scolding, Thomas Jr. didn't dare to refute, his bear-like body collapsed, his broad face was like a purple eggplant, and he couldn't speak.
The next team members leaned over one by one. When they heard that Thomas' knife was touched by the "thief", everyone turned his head sadly, and no one laughed.
As the ace of the Federation, Pride has long been an inherent gene of the 38th Armoured Division, and every soldier, including recruits, will require himself in accordance with the standards of special forces. Huo Qing was degraded, and the 38th Division was dragged down from the throne of the federal ace. This battle was even dismembered and broken up. Some stayed at their homes, while others came to the battlefield and were assigned to each theater. People command.
You know, they are armored units, and the husbands can drive the mech to gallop the battlefield, and suddenly it becomes like this, who can be willing. Relying on the tactical skills of others, the ruthlessness in the bones, and the resentment in the heart, the soldiers of the 38th Division crushed the allies with excellent performance, desperately guarding the soldiers and the dignity of the original army. It is a pity that the more this is done, the more they are out of hand and attract more jealousy and criticism.
Someone said in private that the veterans would not die, and the reconstruction of the 38th Division could not be successful.
People with a little brain know how vicious this is! However, when the officers and men of the 38th Division knew about it, they actually regarded it as the highest praise, and they were all different.
When it is not broken up, it is the first armored division of the Federation, and after the breakup, it is the first brigade, the first regiment, and the first battalion ....... Even if you send some individuals to other teams, you must be the first. .
"Throwing the knife" itself is a trivial matter, but born to a veteran such as Thomas, what others see is lost or even fallen. Imagine if a thief could steal a weapon from a soldier if he came, what qualification would he call an ace.
In addition to these, there is a special point to mention. The 38th Division officers and soldiers have an unwritten tradition. Each person will engraved his name on his favorite object, usually a weapon. For example, Thomas's machine gun, Shao Qiang's pistol, and Newton's mech.
Thomas' favorite was the saber stolen. With his name engraved on it, he is going to give it to his beloved woman as a token of love after retirement.
"Don't worry about the sword."
Looking at Thomas' disappointment, Shao Qiang couldn't bear to blame, and waved his hands to indicate that everyone was in a circle, his voice was extremely low.
"There is a guest to entertain, a master ..."
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After the rainstorm lasted for more than a day, it finally became smaller, but the wind became stronger, invading the skin with wetness, and the body temperature was much lower than the actual temperature.
Compared to the muddy plains, the conditions in the Khakira Mountains are pretty good. Geological instability brings a lot of trouble to the people here, but also brings some benefits. For example, the mountains here are mostly rocks, the water is fast, the permeability is high, and it is not easy to cause landslides due to sediment accumulation. Then there is no mud, and the rainwater quickly flows to a low place. Although the road is turned into a pond or ditch or a river, it is not difficult to walk on the slope, and it is even a little fresh.
People living in the mountains do n’t care if there is a road or a road. Children aged seven or eight can climb up and down. The climbing skills of hunters are enough to shame the best soldiers. Compared with the difficulties brought by heavy rain, the real The headache that the indigenous people have is the fog. Whenever the cloud tide strikes and the dense fog is always present, even the most experienced people cannot keep clear.
There are always exceptions to everything. For Bin Tsai, rainy and foggy weather is a good time to show off your skills.
Bin Tsai's last name was Leng Bing. The original name was Leng Bing. The owner of the inn thought the name was not good, so he asked him to change his name. At this moment, Leng Bin lurked in the low bush like a quiet wild cat, with the muzzle pointing forward, and closed his eyes to listen carefully.
Born coldly, without high-tech equipment for the soldiers, God gave Leng Bin a special pair of ears. In a noisy environment, he can distinguish the sounds he wants to hear, and the direction and distance; if he calms down, he can even hear the chewing sound of a gopher in his cave.
Many people know that Leng Bin is a sharpshooter, but no one knows the reason. Perhaps only the innkeeper who adopted him can guess how many points, but they don't know the details.
Possessing talent does not necessarily mean success. Leng Bin did not splurge or show off, but concealed it carefully, seized every opportunity to learn and temper, and allowed himself to grow slowly and become stronger.
Lack of parental care since childhood, Leng Bin would not have had the opportunity to grow up if it had not been for his boss's heart.
A special experience will inevitably create a special character. A person like him must either die and eat, or he must become a strong person. Living in a place like Hualong Inn, either mercenaries or soldiers, Binzi does not lack opportunities to learn. Now Binzi has grown up and has acquired a skill to be able to do things he hoped and vowed to do when he was young.
So he appeared here, holding a gun in his hand, listening carefully to the sound of the wind.
"... lost a knife ..."
"... touched by a thief ..."
"... I have my name on the knife ..."
"... There is a village in front ..."
"... the one at the barracks?"
"... Fuck him ..."
Hearing here, Leng Bin opened his eyes, and his still-feeling face twitched slightly, his eyes were as cold as a muzzle.
Taking a breath silently, silently calculating, arranging the order, and estimating the change; after admitting that he had done nothing, the teenager's index finger slid silently to the trigger and slowly pressed.
Just then, a woman's voice floated into her ear.
"Don't shoot, they're here."
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To Leng Bin, this bland voice was like a thunder, which not only completely disrupted his plan, but also destroyed the confidence he had cultivated over the years.
As a sharpshooter, the most advantageous way to fight is to hide and open fire, and kill the enemy before they understand what is going on. For the past ten years or more, Leng Bin has often used the mercenaries to train and track his skills. It was not until he thought that the fire was pure, and then he began to do what he wanted to do.
Being close and observing for so long without knowing it, if the other party is malicious, or even killing ...
Later, afraid, frightened, confused, adrenaline soared in the body, and the body began to tremble uncontrollably. Realizing the feeling that has not been experienced for a long time, Leng Bin crawled honestly in place and did not dare to turn back easily.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"Don't be too busy asking questions. You've been spotted by them, why don't you run away or find a place to hide?"
The woman's voice fluttered, as if it had been uploaded from the sky. The teenager who could locate by hearing the sound couldn't judge where he was, and his heart was more awed.
"They won't find it, they will design a trap somewhere and wait for me."
"Why so sure."
"I've been following them for a long time, and it should have just been discovered ... if they have a change, it will be easy for me to detect."
With the woman's reminder, Leng Bin knew that most of what Shicai heard about "teaching him in the village" meant dealing with herself. He did not tell the woman that he could hear it, but analyzed from other aspects.
"In my case, I will pretend that I don't know someone behind me, and wait for the other party to drill."
"... somewhat reasonable. Why kill those soldiers."
Regardless of asking questions or agreeing, thinking or groaning, the woman's voice is always the same, as light as water, as flat as a mirror, but there are no waves.
Leng Bin thought for a moment, and honestly answered each other's question.
"Parents are vengeful and don't wear them together."
"Lying," said the woman indifferently, "your parents have been dead for many years. The soldiers who entered before were only a few months into the country and could not be the killers."
This woman knows me and knows it better.
Mind flashed in his mind, Leng Bin said in a deep voice: "They come from one place, they are a group. Fighting for years, my parents, uncle, cousin, all relatives died in Kalamata.
The woman asked again, "Your parents are soldiers in the team of Star Thief?"
Leng Bin hesitated, "Father is."
"Your mother died without a soldier."
"Thank you for reminding me before." The other person asked about tragic events that he did not want to recall. At first Leng Bin did not dare not respond. As the involvement got deeper and deeper, he could not restrain his anger.
"But I don't want to talk to you about this. If you want to kill me, please do it early."
The wind in the mountain changes due to the terrain. When I said these words, the wind direction just changed. Leng Bin's nose twitched a few times and smelled a slight fragrance.
If anyone in the world knows or infers that Leng Bin has a pair of powerful ears, no one would think that he has a nose that is comparable to a jackal. Although the breath was extremely faint, non-flowers and non-flowers may be just the weak body fragrance of the woman, which was still captured and recognized by Leng Bin.
is her?
The oil-paper umbrella woman walked into the inn and brought in a scent of fragrance, which stood out like a fire candle in the dark among a group of rude men full of sweat and smoke. Others may not be aware of it, Leng Bin has firmly remembered, and looked at her more.
Giving a glance before recalling it, Leng Bin suddenly remembered a detail, and then thought of the words of those soldiers before, his expression moved slightly.
He lowered his head and face and tried his best to control his body so that no expression was leaked.
"Don't test my attitude towards you this way."
Even when the warning was issued, the woman's voice was still dull, as if it was not about a living person, but a chicken and duck that didn't appeal to people, and even:
"Remind you, does not mean I will not kill you."
Leng Bin didn't know how to respond to this sentence, just closed his mouth and stopped talking.
"You are very talented, and I heard that you still have a good shot. I don't want you to be killed by a reckless sneak attack, nor do you want to kill their people, and anger the military ..." The woman didn't know what she was thinking, and fell silent.
With such a delay, the soldiers in front had long lost their shadows. In the torrential wind and rain, Leng Bin was waiting on the ground for a long time, until the body became stiff, and then the woman was not heard.
"Wait patiently and watch carefully, there will be a better chance."
When she said this, the woman's voice gradually drifted away, and at the end it was so dim that it was difficult to tell. But at the moment of his falling, Leng Bin, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly turned over, turned his muzzle, and pointed obliquely behind him.
The fog obscures the vision, and when the rain fades, the rain grows again. The boy from the bushes looks like a statue, leaving sweat and rain to fall on his cheeks, leaving him still.
I don't know how long, a gunshot came from the distance, a few shouts, Leng Bin turned back suddenly, looked a few times, the terminal gun got up and went back on the road, chasing in the direction where the soldier disappeared before.
Behind him, an oil-paper umbrella appeared in the mist. The woman under the umbrella looked at Leng Bin's disappearing direction, raising her eyebrows slightly.
"The barbarians have such talents."
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... (To be continued.)