Chapter 394: Grey Mountain Bloody Battle (3)

Suddenly there was a boo around, as if the whole world wanted to calm him down.
Kaulfu crawled on the ground among the ferns, trying to pass through the rustling waves of the wind.
The Gray Mountain, located thirty kilometers north of Weed City, is actually not a mountain at all. It is just a small hill formed by bare weathered rocks less than sixty meters above sea level. On the sparse mud of the slopes, ferns The plants are prosperous, fibrous and feather-like, and the mottled stalks are as rough as rattan.
They reminded him of his hometown. When he was a child, his father often took him to hunt in the woods in winter.
Thick frost formed on the evergreen needles at that time. When the wind blew, the tree would sound like a sigh of wind.
At this point here, all that remained was sighs, the ups and downs of the dry fern bushes, and the lumps of dust that had drilled through every pore in his body, rubbing against the soft tissue behind his throat.
The sunlight was bright and dazzling, shining through the pale thin air from the clear blue sky, and a stripe of net marks was reflected on the ground under the ferns-made of desolate sunlight and uneven black shadows .
He crawled forward 20 meters and climbed into a dead leaf gap. His calf had been thickly wrapped in two layers with chain cloth to prevent the plant from being scratched by barbs.
Kaul tightly fixed the sniper rifle to his chest with a strong strap to prevent the dust from entering the gun, but every ten minutes or so, he would check the parts and clean up the quickly deposited dust, fern leaves, and stumps. And thorns.
A few crackling sounds made him turn to a sudden stop, and propelled the gun into his smooth, dry palm, ready to go.
Something wanted to pass through the fern bushes from his left, from time to time crushing the dry thorns under his feet.
To be fair, they are very covert and well-trained, but for Kaul's sharp hearing, their actions are like a careless march.
Kaul took out his knife, and the slender, sharp blade was deliberately covered with ink to avoid reflection.
He leaned back against a prickly stalk and fixed himself on the kinked plant.
There are two more steps, one step...
He rushed out suddenly and didn't close the knife until the last moment.
The soldiers duo shouted in fright and fell backwards, crushing the dead stems behind.
Kaul pressed quickly, holding his arm and resting the knife beside his neck.
"The Father is on! You almost killed me!"
Dour said loudly.
"Yeah, almost."
Kaul smiled. He relaxed his clenched hands and rolled to the side to make the person under him rise.
"Make such a big move, anything else can kill you."
"I……"
Dole lowered his voice instantly.
"Isn't it the only one who attached us?"
Kaul did not answer.
Perhaps as he said, there was nothing nearby, and if anything, the fall of Dürr must have been heard.
"I did not do it on purpose."
Duer said hoarsely, wincing as he pulled out the thorns that had just fallen on him.
Kaul glanced around, the gun in his hand.
"What did you learn during basic training?"
He suppressed his voice.
"You are a scout!"
Dur didn't answer, and all scouts knew Kaul's strict requirements, and clearly understood that none of them met the standard.
In fact, Dürr was very angry. During basic training, he was a hunter and was recognized as an excellent tracker. That is why he was selected to participate in the reconnaissance unit when the legion began to recruit.
Father! Then this old made him feel like a fool, a clumsy fool!
Ignoring Durna's vision to pierce the back of his head, Kaul silently lowered the order to advance and walked down the into the dense camp surrounded by ferns.
A reconnaissance company of the Sixth Army is stationed here, affiliated to the 17th Infantry Division. They are responsible for the reconnaissance and defense tasks of the former enemy with a radius of more than 100 kilometers.
That's right, the Sixth Army used to cover the key retreat channel of the Second Army.
"Has the Greyhound Squad not yet returned?"
Kaul is the company commander of this company. He has served for more than fifteen years and is an extremely experienced veteran scout and ranger.
But today, he felt restless, not only because of the slackness of Sentinel Dürr, but also because of a squad sent a few days ago. He hasn't returned yet. This is a sign of threat.
"It's not just them, the mole, the sparrow that came back."
The deputy company commander was also sad.
"Damn, something must have happened, we have to report to the division immediately."
Kaul walked into his dormitory and temporary command post, glanced at the simple map on the wall, and drew a few circles on it with a pencil.
"This is what they should investigate."
"Shouldn't you encounter a green skin scout?"
"No, even if it happens, it won't come back.
Kaul sniffed, and he felt the situation was becoming a little difficult to control.
"Preparing the horse, I will go to the headquarters in person. You guard this place and let the sentinels cheer up. If you encounter an irresistible accident ~EbookFREE.me~ leave and withdraw."
Kaul bit the word "accident" very hard, and the deputy company commander immediately understood what he meant.
"This, okay, someone from the Second Army came over yesterday, saying that they will soon send troops to assist the defense here."
"I'm afraid it's too late. We only have more than a hundred guns and nothing else. I immediately went to the headquarters to request reinforcements. Before I come back, don't make any hardships. We are not good at fighting positions."
"understand!"
As soon as he walked out of the command post, he burst through the air with a scream, as bright and sharp as a tanzanite blade.
Is the enemy!
Kaul realized this in an instant, but it was still too late. After a small rocket with a long tail flame made a few rounds in the air, it hit a reconnaissance post set up high, and then that The wooden building was smashed, together with the sentry above.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
At the next moment, the terrifying battle roar came from a distance, and Kaul quickly walked out of the camp and took out his telescope.
"Benevolent Father..."
I saw a torrent of black and green flowing on the dry riverbed of a nearby stream. They held their arms high and attacked the small hills.
"Retreat! Mount! Retreat all!!"
Kaul didn't think much, and immediately dragged the team out of the dead. There were too many enemies. They had no chance of perseverance. The only thing they could do was report the terrible news to the superior immediately.
When he rode on the warhorse and drove all the way to the army station, an ugly and dirty battle flag had been erected on the originally fixed hill.
But Kaul had no time for him to care, and there was only one idea in his mind.
The war really started.