Chapter 673: Seventeen. Under the City (8)

When the moon hung high in the sky and the ground was shrouded in darkness, Zaitsev and his colleagues returned to their positions.
Several soldiers surrounded by the officers dared to open, the road leading to the tent of the special forces command was cleared, and the tent curtains were lifted from afar, and Captain Danilov sat on the ammunition box waiting for them. Judging from the pile of half-burnt cigarette butts on the ground, the captain waited a long time, possibly for a whole day. Because of this relationship and other reasons, the captain was in a bad mood, with anger, frustration, and anxiety mixed in his eyes.
It sucks.
This is the idea of ​​the captain, and also of the sharpshooters. The small team had 15 people at the time of departure, and nearly half of it was missing when returning. Seven companions unfortunately became the loot of the enemy elite hunters.
Frustration filled the body, spilled into the air, and the scent of fried red sausage became dull.
"Captain."
Zaitsev walked to Danilov and stood upright and saluted.
"Vasily."
The captain did not return the gift. He took out a silver cigarette case from the 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 to say:
"Praise the goddess, a few of you are back alive."
The captain and the soldiers froze at the same time. This kind of defeatist words is not suitable for being spoken from the mouth of an officer. The object is a group of soldiers. After a pause, Danilov asked seriously:
"The other party is the sharpshooter of the hairless monkey? Did you kill them? Didn't you meet them?"
"We met, but we couldn't find them. We couldn't get rid of them."
"Failed to kill?"
"The monkeys are hiding very well. I know they are in the forest, searching for our location, but I just can't find him. I hope he will show flaws, but he never gave me a chance."
The game of stamina continues until the sun goes down. The hunters searching for each other are trying not to expose themselves while searching for the enemy. Zaitsev maintained his patience, as did the other. They just continued until it was dark. Then ended today's confrontation and delayed the contest in the decisive battle until the next time.
It's simple, and it's very torturous.
"That group of guys must have been in the forest. They know the rules in the forest. They are good at disguising. The equipment is also very good. The brothers who were killed were all shot at a distance of more than 200 meters. No shot went empty."
Taking a deep breath, Zaitsev took off the military cap. Scratched his head hard.
"One of the guys is particularly good, he can hit a goal 300 meters away."
"Mother is on..."
Captain Danilov drew a cross on his chest. 300 meters, 50 meters more than Zaitsev's 250 meters limit, a fatal advantage.
The captain took the cigarette, put it back in his mouth, and took it out again.
"That is to say, you are facing each other all day today, aren't you?"
"Yes, Captain."
The sharpshooters answered together, making their voices as calm as possible, lest the captain be aware of their frustration and irritability.
Lying in the mud, staying with one or more decaying corpses, unable to move or make noises, with a high concentration of concentration and nerves stretched to the point of breaking at any time-keep this state for nearly 10 hours, Finally, nothing was found. This is the worst situation that the combat heroes have encountered so far, and what is worse is that this situation may be repeated over the next period of time.
The only consolation that is not consolation is that their opponents are no different, no matter how they feel or feel, they will never be better than them.
The captain finally lit the cigarette, and after a few quick sips, he stopped all movements, did not speak, did not smoke, just like a sculpture twisting cigarette thinking, motionless. The captain didn't reluctantly toss the cigarette on the ground until the cigarette burned to his finger.
"You are very lucky. Our spies in Lapland reported that a few days ago a group of Laplanders equipped with the latest rifle boarded a boat in Vyborg and then went missing. It seems that you met Lapland hunters today ."
Zaitsev's eyebrows jumped, and Lyudmila, who was not afraid of the sky, also tightened his face, and the others looked more serious.
Unlike the self-proclaimed donors who do not take the country of the snow forest into consideration, the Principality has a deep understanding of this country that has been fighting several times, just as Lapland has a deep understanding of the Principality.
Someone once described it: Unlike the southern countries born with a golden spoon, Lapland has a dagger in his mouth from the moment he was born.
Because of its long-term confrontation with the Principality, Lapland ranks first in the world in terms of militarization. Except for the invisible behind-the-scenes Yalfheim, almost no country has a national child whose childhood was in military training. The only exception is Lapland.
For the Laplanders, resisting the invasion of the Principality is part of life. At a certain time, the daily life of Lapland’s peasants is so unfolded: get up in the morning, spend 2 hours fighting the Principality’s scattered soldiers, and then rush to the market, Immediately after buying daily necessities, I rushed to the cropland and worked with the militiamen in the village community to fight for the food and the women’s furry bear pk for one hour. Then I took a lunch break and ploughed the fields in the afternoon. Occasionally again pk with the bear farmers who stole the corn, checking the traps around the crops at dusk, and set off home...
Every day when dealing with fighting nations, Lapland itself is also contaminated with the characteristics of many fighting nations. Although the combat effectiveness of the regular army is relatively slag, no male soldier dared to underestimate the Lapland militia.
On one occasion, a large army of nearly 30,000 people was dispatched in an attempt to break through from the Suo Musalmi area and surrender to Lapland in 2 weeks. However, due to the unfamiliar terrain, the army lined up along the road and formed a long snake array, with the longest distance between the teams reaching 100 kilometers. The Lapland militias familiar with the local environment wore white cloaks, used skis and snowboards for flexible maneuvers, and carried out various breaks on the public in the snowy night of minus 40 degrees. The mountain people with bows and crossbows were hidden in the snow and shot and gathered around the campfire Principality soldier on the side. Or eliminate the small enemy with superior strength. In the end, the army was destroyed. A total of 27,500 people died in battle or freezes. 1,900 people were captured. Only thousands of people successfully fled back to the Principality. They were then sent to military courts and died in the Gulag Archipelago.
Since then, the Lapland militia wearing a white cloak and gliding fast on the snow has become one of the most reluctant enemies of the Principality. After entering the firearms era, Lapland, which carried out military reforms, did not simply copy it. National experience. Let everyone practice hard to line up the shooting tactics. Instead, it adjusts and trains the traditional militia, selects elite warriors to form hunters, and equips them with the best guns in order to better play their role.
Now it seems. These hunters evolved from the militia did not disappoint their king. As they envisioned. Gong was trapped by unprecedented trouble.
"It turns out that I used snowboards to enter the forest from the swamp."
Lyudmila whispered. As she guessed, the snowboard increased the contact area. The unit pressure also decreases, although the movement will slow down, but the Lapland hunters can safely and covertly enter the forest to ambush.
"Listen, these guys are here to kill you."
Danilov said with more than just a warning, his cold eyes printed tight faces.
"Albion lobster must have told the gangsters everything that happened on the battlefield-the target, time, location, location of the shot, and precautions. From today's events, I am afraid they have fully studied Your actions have formulated corresponding countermeasures. So—"
The captain lowered his voice, ticked his finger, and the sharpshooters approached immediately.
"Listen, I have a new plan..."
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"Lieutenant, won't you have a drink?"
"No, Sauman, give it to Saipor, don't let our night watchman fall asleep."
"You have the final say."
Shrugging, the corporal quit the tent with a cup of coffee that was nearly swallowed. After a while, the scream of the teenager and the grin of the middle-aged man sounded almost simultaneously.
This group of guys with excess energy.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly. Lieutenant Haye continued to bury his head in the paper and ink before writing a few lines, and the pen stopped again.
He had no idea how to write about the strange situation of the day.
However, from the perspective of loss, the human camp is the winner, but Haye believes that this victory is not perfect.
The initial plan was to use the opponent's unfamiliar tactics, fight an ambush, and weaken the Gongshen Gunner's troops to the greatest extent. Even if they can't wipe them out, at least they will be unable to recover for a period of time.
But in the end, they failed to achieve this goal. Although the other party suffered losses, it was still not an injury. With this experience, they will become more difficult to deal with.
If it weren't for the mysterious "breath", it wouldn't have been this way.
Haye caught Zaitsev's flaws several times during the battle, but each time, just before he was ready to shoot, the beast-like breath entangled.
That was not a substantial existence, and it could not even prove that there was such a thing, but Haye did feel that there was "what" observing this battlefield from a distance, or even indirectly interfering with it.
It was an intuition, as a hunter, as a warrior, a kind of intuition that was tempered after accumulating experience. This feeling will appear whenever someone is staring at it.
Haye believes in his instincts, but the proud Albians who can only look at the problem from the results will not, except for what they are willing to believe, nothing will be accepted.
With a sigh, Haye pulled out a piece of paper and rewrote the combat report.
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"These are all the rest."
The priest of the Principality glanced at the neatly arranged tin boxes and swallowed.
These small boxes look no different from canned luncheon meat. They are actually products that come out of the same assembly line. The only difference is that the contents are not lunch meat that makes many people frown, but a whole pound. In order to strengthen the explosives, a layer of iron nails, steel balls, and glass fragments were added.
This is a bomb.
The priest is very aware of the power of this kind of thing, and he is also very sure that no normal person would like to use this thing. Everyone who has seen this bomb test scenario with their own eyes knows that only the lunatics who desire to see the mother will use this thing. child.
But now, there are exceptions.
"please sign."
The man in the black business suit handed over the folder with no expression on his face. For him, it was just work, not to mention nobleness and snatching, just a part of life. After the sacrificial sacrifice left the proof of receipt of the goods on the signing document, he paid a salute and turned away.
He still has a lot of work, and he has no time to waste. After a while, all the carriages leave the scene and go to the next destination.
It wasn't until the last carriage disappeared under the night~EbookFREE.me~ The priest turned around and looked at the box of bombs and "ancillary equipment", he didn't make a sound for a long time, after a while, he made a gesture The soldiers immediately moved the goods and "ancillary equipment" into the hut.
It was an unassuming hut, used as a disguise, but underneath the hut was a secret room.
There is no window, and you can only get in touch with the outside world through the only door. The room itself is quite spacious. Even if you move a lot of goods, it will not become crowded. Under the illumination of several candlesticks and magic circles, there is no lighting. problem. But perhaps there was insufficient air circulation, and a grave-like eerie smell echoed in the room.
There may be no difference between this place and the tomb, because this is also a place for burying life.
"For the victory of the Principality, for the only truth, give everything you have."
Standing in the center of the magic circle, the elder priest shrouded in robes said coldly that the kidnapped children shrank in the corner and trembling, watching the soldiers of the Principality approaching step by step...
As if he couldn't bear to witness what happened next, the moon hid in the dark clouds, and the screams of children loomed in the night breeze. (To be continued...)