What made Zhuang Yan excited was not just showing up to the gangsters of the gangsters, but the fact that a field walkie-talkie was found on the two gangsters just now, which was obviously used for dialogue and communication.

What Zhuang Yan is most worried about now is how does the old white hair deal with those "accomplices" in the valley?

However, it seems that the old white hair is not worried at all, Luoluo generously leads the way to a large protruding rock on the edge of the hillside, and keeps waving to the "accomplices" on the opposite mountain and in the valley below.

The solemn back was covered in cold sweat.

Holding the Akka submachine gun in his hand, his palm was wet and cold.

If it is found that it is Xibei goods at this time, I am afraid it will become a hornet's nest.

rustle--

The thing that Zhuang Yan was most worried about happened.

The field walkie-talkie rang.

A solemn and incomprehensible language came from inside, screeching, and speaking at an extremely fast rate.

Zhuang Yan was stunned.

This time, there was sweat on his forehead.

Unexpectedly, just when Zhuang Yan's heart was beating in his throat, Lao Baimao suddenly picked up the walkie-talkie and put it to his mouth.

The solemn corner of the light swept the action of the old white hair, and was so shocked that his chin almost dropped to the ground.

What is he going to do?

Does the old white hair understand this kind of bird language?

This is not English.

A solemn and simple daily dialogue in English, and a few words can be said.

But obviously, it's not.

“@￥#R@#$@%$%@#…”

Old Baimao wrapped his sleeve around the microphone of the walkie-talkie, and while answering, he kept releasing the dialogue button.

As a result, the transmitted voice is intermittent and unclear.

Zhuang Yan suddenly understood.

These robed bandits must know each other, and if they talk about it in detail, they will definitely be heard.

Covering the microphone with the cloth on the sleeve can cause blurred speech and can also affect the other party's judgment.

in the valley.

The leader with the walkie-talkie seemed to be dissatisfied with the answer from the old white hair, because to his ears, this was a piece of voice that Chaos could not understand at all.

He raised his head, built a small pergola on his eyebrows with his hands, and looked in the direction of the old white hair in the face of the fierce sunlight. The sniper position was originally chosen in a place with backlight, but now the benefits are fully reflected.

The leader couldn't see clearly, because he was facing the sun; and the old Baimao and the others were facing away from the sun, so their faces were blurred.

In addition to the distance of about 300 meters, it is impossible to see the face at all, only two small black spots under the blue sky and white clouds can be seen.

“￥#%￥%@#￥@!”

The leader yelled at the old white hair.

The old white hair actually raised his hand generously and waved at him a few times.

The leader seemed satisfied this time, and finally stopped paying attention to the old white hair.

Now that your people have arrived at the predetermined location, everything is OK.

"No. 0." Zhuang Yan touched the old white hair lightly, and said in a low voice, "Someone on the opposite side waved at us."

Old Baimao took a look, and sure enough, there was also a group of snipers on the opposite hillside, waving at him.

"We wave together, don't be afraid." Old Baimao said, "The calmer you are, the better you will be."

Zhuang Yan had no choice but to be aggressive, and he also imitated the appearance of the old white hair, as if greeting an old friend for many years, waving his arm at the sniper on the opposite mountain.

Stimulate.

This is really exciting!

Zhuang Yan felt this kind of heart beating wildly, but on the surface he had to maintain a strange feeling of absolute calmness.

Danger is ahead. As a top action team member, you must calmly face all changes. As long as you reveal a little flaw, you may die without a place to be buried.

The sniper "accomplice" on the opposite hillside also seemed to think that the "brother" on the opposite side was fine, and after a few waves, they went to find the sniper position.

"Do you remember their location?" the old white hair asked solemnly.

Nodding solemnly: "I remember."

The old white hair said: "The sniper's battlefield principles, remember?"

"Remember." Zhuang Yan didn't even think about it, and said, "First kill your peers."

"Later, these two will be handed over to you." The old white hair turned his head to look at the solemn: "Remember, there will be no second chance, how well you usually play on the training ground, how much the instructor will make for you No amount of extra pressure can be compared to now. As long as you miss, we will be passive, understand?"

Zhuang Yan had to admit that the old white hair was telling the truth. In his usual training, Han Zi boasted that even if he roared at him against his ear, or threw snakes and ants at him, or when Zhuang Yan aimed and fired, he suddenly pulled the automatic Rifle shooting a shuttle of blank bullets, can not be compared with now.

the reason is simple.

Because that is training, I know very well that it is training.

No matter how realistic the training is, it is still fake. Based on this major premise, it is not difficult to stabilize the mood.

But it's true, it's really different.

Really kill people.

A miss means a mission failure.

It's not like training, where the price is a ten-kilometer penalty or a few hundred push-ups.

Here, the price of missing is not punishment, but your life.

The two no longer returned to the original sniper position to hide, because there was a group of "accomplices" on the opposite side.

The two found a raised stone and lay on the back.

Now, the two of them can do whatever they like.

Because whether it is the opposite hillside or the enemy in the valley, they will think that these two are "accomplices" and "our own people", and no one thinks that they are two special warfare elites.

The old white hair informed the front finger of the situation here, but it was still the same sentence - don't close the net for now, and observe again.

"what happened to you?"

After reporting the situation, the old white hair suddenly noticed that the solemn eyes beside him were a little dull, and he couldn't help but push the latter.

"Don't get distracted!"

"Okay." Zhuang Yan suddenly woke up, took a deep breath, and adjusted his breathing rate.

Old Baimao seemed to have guessed the reason why Zhuang Yan was like this and said, "Don't think about things you shouldn't think about, you have to remember that this is a mission, a mission that can save people. If the delivery of these people is successful, , more innocent people will die, these people are not ordinary people, these are highly trained criminals!"

"Yeah!" Zhuang Yan sorted out his messy thoughts.

The old man was right.

As a special forces member, Zhuang Yan certainly would not regret the lives of those enemies.

It's just that when he was dragging the corpse just now, he saw those frightened eyes.

The unfortunate **** with two bullet holes in his forehead died with his eyes open, as if he couldn't believe he had lost his life.

It's not often the **** scenes that are disturbing, but this time it wasn't too bloody.

The bullet hole is small, and a little blood slowly flows out, and there is not much brain spattered~lightnovelpub.net~ With solemn training, this kind of scene can be handled.

Just a moment later, those eyes seemed to come unintentionally or unintentionally, drifting across my mind, distracting.

"Kid, remember one thing, since you're on the battlefield, don't be merciful. Soft-hearted is the most useless thing here, and the most likely thing to kill you."

"Understood."

Solemn nodded vigorously.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the valley.

It was a few bandits in robes who stood up, and the leader led the rest towards the east—that was another entrance to the gourd-shaped valley, going deep into the hinterland of the country.

"Come on, come on, a good show is coming."

Old Baimao slowly raised the binoculars and carefully looked at the east Taniguchi from behind the stone.