Chapter 821: cutting edge

Six hours after leaving the camp in the early morning, Captain Moroz and his squad had already crossed the western slough to a half-hill slope.
Apart from the routinely confirmed communication, he did not make any further communication with another Ranger Squad, so when the silent noise in the communication channel sounded, it was a surprise to him.
"Grey Sparrow, this is a white pigeon."
Due to the emergence of the Civic Temple, the technological level of the entire human world has exploded. Radio communications equipment, which was very rare in the past, is no longer a novelty.
But wireless communication has the risk of being cracked and monitored, and the scouts will not use it under normal circumstances.
However, according to the survey, the Oaks understand very little human language, and the Rangers do not have much worry in this regard. The radio communication equipment is normally used, but only some secret words are used.
"Pay attention to the southeast of your current location. What do you see on the ridge?"
Moroz picked up his telescope and looked along the mountain from left to right.
He didn't see anything at first, but he knew that the other party wouldn't contact him if he was unsure of anything, so he glanced at it again.
Later he stopped and adjusted the focus. In the direction of the guidance, a black smoke rose behind the hillside. Although it was soon blown away by the strong winds of the ridge, it did exist.
"White pigeon, here is the grey finch, that looks like exhaust fumes, do you see that?"
"Confirm, brother, this direction seems to correspond to the location of a certain hydroelectric power station."
"Power station? What do the green skins want to do?"
"I will not comment on this issue, buddy, but this is solid evidence of the existence of a green-skin army, and we should retreat and report this."
"That might just be a burning building that was set on fire while the green skins were moving. We can't be sure of anything yet, it's only a few kilometers away."
"Is there any point in debating this, Moroz?"
"No, Yade, let's go over and see."
There was a loud noise in the communication channel due to the other party's sigh.
"Okay, let's lead the way and follow the ridge."
"Confirm, leave now."
Soon, the scouts used a scattered formation to quickly cross the uneven ground, and the weapons were always ready to fight.
Moroz glanced in the direction of the mysterious smoke from time to time to confirm its location.
After they advanced a little more than a mile, he suddenly stopped the team.
The scattered smoke is a bit strange. He looked at the fluttering clouds of smoke again with a telescope. It looked darker and thicker.
The wind direction does not seem to change, so the thicker smoke means one of two things.
Either the source emission is stronger, or the source is getting closer...
Moroz scanned the ridge with a telescope, looking for the team of white pigeons.
Finally, he found it in the third attempt. They were slowly climbing up a small hill made of rocks, about half a kilometer away from the top of the hill-it was a mountain, but it was actually just a larger hill.
Similarly, they are also close to two kilometers from the Grey Sparrow team.
Moroz activated the communication channel urgently, while his eyes were still fixed on the telescope.
"Withdraw, white pigeon!"
However, there was a frustrating delay in radio communications before the other party replied, that is, during this time, the white pigeon team disappeared behind the rock.
"Grey Sparrow, this is a white pigeon. The radio has just been disturbed. Please repeat your last contact."
Moroz took a deep breath and realized that the members of his team were watching him closely.
"White pigeon, here is the grey finch. Those clouds are likely to be the exhaust of the engine. I personally believe that it is a large-scale green-skin unit, including armored units, moving across the ridge in our direction."
"Uh... how do you estimate the size of the enemy?"
"Unsure, the wind is blowing away the smoke, but depending on the concentration and width of the smoke screen, I think there are at least a few vehicles that are very close to each other."
"Sir!"
This call came from the team's sniper. He was looking around with his sniper rifle at a commanding height east of the team.
"Look at the enemy!"
"Leave your current position, white pigeon!"
Moroz immediately hissed, and at the same time turned the telescope to the position reported by the sniper, suddenly frightened with cold sweat.
"The enemy is approaching from your north!"
It was said that sooner or later, a few dozen green-skinned infantrymen had already reached the ridge.
Boom~!
Suddenly, Moroz's attention was turned to the right by a sudden big explosion, and a thick smoke and flame rose from the hills that the white pigeon squad was traveling.
"Ambushed by the enemy!"
The roar came from the communication channel, and the gunshots immediately rang on the hillside, and soon the explosions of the grenade and the sound of the warhead pounding were added.
"They were waiting at the top of the hill with mines and grenades, and three people were killed in battle!"
Boom~!
Soon, another explosion shook the ridge.
Moroz turned his attention back to the greenskins who were climbing up the hill. There are now at least fifty, some of them equipped with heavy equipment.
These beasts continue to move along the ridge, like yellow-green stains scattered on it.
"Greyfinch, we are retreating to your place!"
"No! Yade~EbookFREE.me~ Greenskin hasn't found us yet, don't add attention to our position! We will retreat without notice, and we will meet two kilometers west of our current position. ."
"Confirm, two kilometers west."
"Team listens!"
After turning off the communicator, Moroz turned to the others, calm and determined.
"You retreat straight westward and join the white pigeon team at two kilometers."
"What are you going to do, sir?"
A soldier asked, he was still a recruit, this was his second mission, and he looked nervous.
"I will continue to observe the enemy, I will rejoin you later and act now!"
The Captain Ranger never looked away from the telescope. When he heard the scouts moving through the rocky ground, he turned his vision back to the thick black smoke.
They appear thicker and clearer. The vehicles had almost reached the ridgeline, and he only had to wait a minute or two to know the strength of the Oak.
At this time, the frontmost green-skinned infantry was now less than half a kilometer away from him.
Moroz unfolded his camouflage cloak around his shoulders, covered his hood, covered it with his cloak, and then sat behind a rock, holding a telescope in one hand and a rifle in one hand.
Subsequently, he confirmed the progress of a download.
Subsequently, he confirmed the progress of a download.
Three motorcycles rushed down the ridge, and thick smoke spit out from their double vents.
Immediately behind them were two sloppy flat transportation vehicles consisting of wheels and iron skins, all loaded with noisy green skins, with more thick smoke behind them, from other vehicles outside the field of vision .
At this time, the green-skinned infantry was only 400 meters away from him.