Chapter 853: Back hand (2)

After a ten-hour march, the team stopped and rested shortly before nightfall, and the gray shimmer of the passing day penetrated through the swirly patterns carved on the ornate door, which was mentioned by Elena behind the door. The ramp at that entrance.
Like most people, Jackson will sleep intermittently for a few hours while passing through the mountain tunnel. Those very experienced veterans will do this almost everywhere, but when he drags his body from off-road. When he came out of the car and wanted to join her, he still felt stiff and exhausted.
Somewhat beyond Jackson's expectations, she also walked around the open space in front.
"right here."
As Jackson approached, she raised her head and looked up at the gate to the commander.
It is far less impressive than the grille at the entrance to the top of the mountain, and the ramp is very narrow, but it still seems to have enough height and width to allow vehicles and artillery to pass smoothly, which dispels Jackson's previous concerns about this.
"After opening here, we are done."
Of course, there may be a green army that is likely to have burned Tyre afterwards, but Jackson would rather not think about this issue first.
"it is good."
Elena summoned her wizards to put a small copper plate on the tripod. One of them sprinkled a foul powder and lit the fire, while the other handed her a small bottle of horned whale oil. .
Elena made a gesture with it and rubbed the oil on the door. The direction of her rubbing was completely random to Jackson, but there is no doubt that there are some unknown to the wizard. Of the mysterious meaning.
She muttered to herself while painting.
After a while, the witch looked up at Jackson.
"It takes a little time to complete this ceremony."
Repeatedly suppressing the idea of ​​wanting a direct order to blast the door open, Jackson nodded solemnly and returned to the command vehicle.
He didn't know why he had to use a witchcraft ritual to open a door, but this time retreating Elena had so much effort that he couldn't forcefully ask the other party.
"The meeting point from the last telegram should be here."
As soon as he returned to the car, the chief of staff gathered up and indicated its location on the map.
"We can get there in about an hour or so. If it goes well, it may not take so long."
"This also requires the green skins not to bother us."
Jackson added that although this may be minimal, after all, they may have just discovered that the besieged humans have slipped away.
"Maybe we should send a patrol first. If there is no sign of enemy activity, we will set off immediately. If there is any accident, we will lie here and discuss the countermeasures."
"Hide like a mouse in a sewage pipe?"
To be honest, Jackson doesn't like this at all, and if Gook finds them trapped here, then they can only wait to be slaughtered.
At present, the only chance is to gather troops and leave the place quickly before the battle begins.
The chief of staff nodded after hearing Jackson's thoughts.
"I appreciate your suggestion, but if they didn't know we were here at first..."
"Our current situation cannot take any risks."
Jackson pointed this out.
"I think we should be ready to start when we receive their return. If no hostile situation is found, we will go directly to the meeting point. If there is hostile situation..."
He shrugged.
"We can only solve them along the way."
"Well, this trick seems to have been effective so far."
As a result, Elena opened the door in less time. About half an hour later, the door slid smoothly to the side, opening the road to the ground.
The three off-road vehicles immediately rushed out of the exit like a mouse in the drain pipe rushed out the drain.
At this time, the pale yellow sunlight suddenly entered the tunnel, inspiring everyone's spirit, and Jackson suddenly felt a strange claustrophobia.
He walked up the slope, and Yeblad followed him as usual.
When he came to the open-air environment, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the surrounding scenery.
Since the reconnaissance squad did not hear any sound of crossfire when he set off, he determined that it was safe, and the reconnaissance commander confirmed the speculation a moment later.
"Woodpecker One Report."
The voice in the communicator is very clear.
"No enemies were found, we are heading straight to our destination."
Jackson asked the chief of staff to process the information. While watching their relaxed conversation on the communicator, he enjoyed the gentle and clean air.
It is located on the edge of the coastal plain. The temperature is much more humid. Everything around makes people feel relaxed and happy, which is in sharp contrast with the damp and cold tunnel.
"Bring them all out."
Jackson then ordered to stand on the side, making way for the continuous roaring of vehicles and troops from the inside of the mountain, and began to carefully observe the surrounding environment.
They are on a gentle halfway uphill, with a downwardly extending road, which is strikingly similar to the one they used to reach the reservoir. The road runs through the mountain and leads to the main entrance of the road hundreds of meters below.
This road starts from a flat two-way road and spreads in turn. It is obvious that this road is a main road in peacetime.
After a period of observation and reflection, Jackson can recognize that it is a main channel that leads to Tyre through the entire canyon. In the peaceful and prosperous past, it maintained the business activities of Gramatia and Aksum.
Leaving the gorges and peaks surrounding them, the troops can reach the predetermined meeting point along the road, and the terrain in the distance gradually changes from rolling hills to flat coastal plains.
Raising the telescope handed me by the lieutenant thoughtfully, Jackson found that he could even see the flat, sparkling open water in the distance.
"We have reached the beach."
He couldn't believe it for a while in his heart.
Of course they still have dozens of kilometers to go before they really wet their feet, let alone mention Darthur, but he never really expected to go so far, and when he saw the open water, he felt Some are at a loss.
Ye blade behind him nodded, apparently as excited as Jackson to get closer to his destination.
"We will get there soon."
He said.
By the time the scouts reported back, the team had once again been listed as a column, and the logistics supervisor had sent some soldiers to replenish water in the reservoir below the drain.
In view of the fact that they have entered a safe area, the team no longer maintains a combat formation, but instead changes to a normal marching queue. From all the signs of activity analysis seen, it is concluded that Ok is still far from here.
Jackson once wanted to order the engineers to completely destroy the tunnel behind him, just to ensure the safety of the rear, but the possibility of green skin trailing is as small as usual, and the explosion is likely to just attract the attention of the enemy, thereby destroying the intention of hiding the whereabouts. .
More critically, he is not sure whether he will use this channel again in the future~EbookFREE.me~ so he decided to let the engineering forces close the channel with small-scale blasting.
Jackson stood outside Chimera's command car, enjoying hot drinks and buns sandwiched by the guards somehow.
Suddenly, a call came from the communicator.
"The Woodpecker One report, we found some movement, there is a warehouse, the enemy is stationed inside, it seems that their defense is very weak from this direction."
"Can you be more specific?"
Jackson hurried back into the car and came to the front of the map. The chief of staff was busy marking the location of the enemy.
The commander of the investigation team cleared his throat.
"We are reporting the coordinates of all the enemy units we can see. They are strengthening the defensive facilities, and the number is not large."
In other words, they are not serious threats, and are probably just an infiltrating team.
Such squads are like cattle in the Witriel Canyon, generally composed of 20 to 50 green skins. They are like annoying little insects. They appear from various incredible terrains and continue to penetrate behind the human defense line. A lot of mobile troops.
Generally speaking, such teams, or organizations called war gangs, are poorly equipped and do not have the ability to confront the regular army directly.
"We can easily take them down."
The chief of staff said staring boldly at the map, and Jackson had to admit that he was right.
For them to kill it is effortless, the warehouse itself is some distance away from the highway, it is located in the last depression of the valley on the way to the coastal plain.
Obviously, they believed that the imperial army could not go behind them and attack from the south, so they had no precautions.