a wasteland. (That's all I can write, you know.)

Just when Lao Baimao and Zhuang Yan thought that these people would part ways—in fact, this was what they were most worried about.

Once the group left, the two-person team had to separate, relying on individual soldiers to follow.

There are a number of downsides to doing this, as the combat power of a two-person team can be more than doubled.

Two-person cooperation and one-man combat are simply completely different combat capabilities.

Especially in the case of interception operations, when sniping has to be performed, and when you need to expose yourself, the security is not the same.

However, this group of people did not seem to have any intention of leaving the valley.

The two groups of people actually sat together in the valley, **** the donkeys, and started eating naan and other things as if they were having a picnic.

"No. 0, what are these guys going to do?" Zhuang Yan looked a little confused: "They took such a big risk and came over for a picnic?"

He was half-joking, but he couldn't help but chuckle.

"I think there will be big trouble." Old Baimao frowned tightly, suddenly reached out and took out the map from his pocket, laying on the ground and watching for a while.

"If the 'target' who came in was a cautious guy, maybe..."

He pushed the map in front of Majestic.

"If it was me, I might also trade directly here and then leave."

"Here?" Zhuang Yan pulled the map over and took a closer look at the nearby terrain.

Indeed, the Hulukou Valley is less than ten kilometers west of the boundary pile, and extending about twenty kilometers to the east is a large basin.

If the infiltrating "target" felt that it would be too risky to go deep into the hinterland, maybe not.

Deliver here and leave.

As long as it is less than ten kilometers, you can cross the border.

If you cross the border and go north, you can enter a valley corridor that is about a hundred miles long, and you can enter a certain country by walking along here.

The old white hair turned on the radio and started talking to the front finger.

"Number 0 calls the hunter."

"Hunter received, please speak."

"Real-time briefings are needed, what is the situation at 2, 3, 4, and how many people show up."

"Only Pathfinder, repeat, only Pathfinder, no one else."

The old white hair was silent for a while, and said to Zhuang Yan, "It seems that we will have better luck than the other groups, and we will meet the righteous master."

"real?"

"I estimate 80% to 90%." The old white hair said: "These are the front stations, and there are only two pathfinders at other points. Only a large number of people came here. They want to complete the delivery of goods here, and this is the trading point. ."

"Then do we need to call the other groups now and ask them to come back for reinforcements?" asked solemnly.

The old white hair said: "No. That's just my speculation. Before the last moment, before the 'target' appears, there will be variables. In case other groups give up the monitoring point and come to us, and my judgment is wrong, resulting in No one can bear the consequences.”

Zhuang Yan understands what the old white hair means.

Now, I can only take risks in my own group, no matter how dangerous it is, I can't leave.

"No. 23, remember one thing, the purpose of performing the task is to completely ensure that the task is completed without errors, and your own safety can be placed second when necessary." The old white hair said: "If the other party succeeds, not only will die. You and us, maybe there will be many, many innocent people."

"I remember." asked solemnly: "So... now we can only wait?"

"Wait."

...

"There is movement!"

At 2:30 in the afternoon, when Zhuang Yan was on duty to observe, there was movement in the robe in the valley.

One of them got up, walked over to the boulder, took what looked like a field phone from his pocket and started talking.

After talking for a while, hung up, put the phone in the pocket of his robe, and said a big bucket to the accomplices sitting on the ground, waving both hands on his chest, his expressions were very rich.

The rest seemed to have been sitting for too long, stood up and stretched their waists, moving their legs and feet, starting to carry guns, and slowly dispersing.

The old white hair climbed to his observation port and raised the telescope.

Zhuang Yan stared at the observation mirror and asked, "What do they seem to be looking for?"

Now the dozen or so people in the valley have all dispersed. Except for the two leaders and the donkeys, who are still beside the big rocks at the bottom of the valley, everyone has begun to climb the slopes on both sides of the valley.

"The situation is not good, they are guarding." The old white hair said.

Solemnly asked: "Armed? They can't trust the person who is handing over to them?"

"If you are a trained armed person, as long as you follow the gold master to a place to trade, what is the first thing you do?" asked the old white hair.

Zhuang Yan thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "I understand."

"I'm pretty sure the place of the transaction is here." The old white-haired man said, "Notify the former finger and let the supporting special forces get ready. As soon as the 'target' appears, we will immediately notify them to come here."

"good."

Zhuang Yan began to contact the front finger and sent out the old white hair's opinion.

"No. 0, the former asked you if you need to send someone to come over now."

"No, we can spy on others, why won't others spy on us?" said the old white-haired man, "with so many troops coming here, who knows if our people will be monitored?"

Zhuang Yan felt that the old white hair seemed to be too cautious in doing things.

It's still on its own territory!

However, he did not dare to question his instructor's words, so he could only execute it.

Seemingly aware of the solemn doubts, the old white hair said: "Trust me, it's not the first day I've fought with them, these people are not ordinary people, and they have extremely perfect intelligence and technical support behind them. A few are not fuel-efficient lamps."

"Fuck!"

Just after Zhuang Yan finished reporting to the forward finger, the old white-haired man cursed in a low voice.

He quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

"They might find us," said the old white-haired man.

Zhuang Yan hurriedly lay down in front of the observation mirror.

He found that there were really two robes that climbed up this way.

Although the altitude here is very high, because of the shooting angle and line of sight, the selected position is more than 400 meters away from the sheep intestine trail, less than 300 meters from the bottom of the valley, and the height difference is only more than 50 meters.

This is an excellent sniper position~lightnovelpub.net~ If these robe militants in the valley are also deployed here, then how?

Of course, you have to choose a sniper spot!

We are all peers, so here comes the problem.

Where you fancy, others will too.

This makes it easy to crash.

This is what Lao Baimao is worried about.

And his worries have really become a reality.

Lange's robe held a Dragunov sniper rifle in his hand, and the other held an Akka submachine gun, and began to walk towards the position of the solemn and the old white hair.

It's daytime, and the "target" hasn't appeared yet...

what to do?