A wasteland. (That's all it can say, you know.) ）

Just when Old White Fur and Zhuang Zhuang thought that these people would go their separate ways, in fact, this was what the two of them were most worried about.

Once the group separated, the duo had to split up, relying on individual soldiers.

There are a number of disadvantages to this, as a two-player team can be more than doubling its combat effectiveness.

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

In particular, when you have to perform an interception operation and have to perform a sniper operation, and you need to expose yourself, the safety is not the same.

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

Two groups of people sat around in the valley, tied the donkeys, and began to eat naan and the like, as if they were having a picnic.

"Number 0, what the hell are these guys going on?" Zhuang Zheng looked a little confused: "They took such a big risk and came over for a picnic?" ”

He half-teased, and he couldn't help but smile softly.

"I think we're going to be in big trouble." The old white fur frowned, suddenly reached out and took out the map from his pocket, and lay on the ground to look at it for a while.

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

He pushed the map in front of the solemnity.

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

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

Indeed, less than ten kilometers to the west of this Hulukou valley is the boundary pillar, and about twenty kilometers to the east is a large basin.

If the infiltrated "target" feels that he will take too much risk going deep into the hinterland, he may not risk it.

Deliver here and walk away.

As long as it is less than ten kilometers, it is possible to cross the border.

Crossing the border, heading north, you can enter a valley corridor about 100 miles long, and if you follow this, you can enter a certain country.

The old white fur turned on the radio station and began to talk to the front finger.

"Number 0 calls the hunter."

"Hunter received, please speak."

"There needs to be a real-time briefing, what is the situation at 2, 3, 4 points, how many people are present."

"There are only pathfinders, repeat, only pathfinders, no one else."

The old white hair was silent for a while, and said to Zhuang Zheng: "It seems that our luck will be better than that of the other groups, and we have met the main master." ”

"Really?"

"I estimate eighty or ninety percent." Lao Baimao said: "These are all the front stations, there are only two pathfinders at other points, only a large number of people have come here, they are going to complete the handover of goods here, and this is the trading point." ”

"Then do we need to call the other groups now and let them come for reinforcements?" Solemnly asked.

The old white hair said, "No." That's just my speculation, until 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, no one can bear the consequences. ”

Solemnly understood the meaning of the old white hair.

Now, I can only take risks as a group, and no matter how dangerous it is, I can't leave.

"No. 23, remember that the purpose of carrying out the task is to completely ensure that the task is completed without errors, and your own safety can be put in second place when necessary." Lao Baimao said: "If the other party succeeds, it will not only be you and me who will die, maybe many, many innocent people." ”

"I remember." solemnly asked, "So...... Now you have to wait? ”

"Wait."

……

"There's movement!"

At 2:30 p.m., when solemnly on duty to observe, the robe in the valley moved.

One of them stood up, walked over to the big rock, took something in the shape of a field phone from his pocket and began to speak.

After talking for a while, he hung up, put the phone in the pocket of his robe, and said a large bucket to the accomplices who were sitting on the ground, waving his two hands on his chest, and his expression was very rich.

The rest of the people seemed to have sat for too long, standing up and stretching their waists, and the active legs and feet began to hold their guns and slowly disperse.

The old white fur climbed onto his observation port and raised the telescope.

Solemnly staring at the observation glass, while looking, he asked, "What do they seem to be looking for?" ”

Now the dozen or so people in the valley had all dispersed, except for the two leaders and the donkeys, who were still beside the big rocks at the bottom of the valley, and everyone began to climb towards the slopes on both sides of the valley.

"It's not good, they're arming." Old Baimao said.

Solemnly asked: "Armed?" Can't they trust the people they are dealing with? ”

"If you are a trained armed man, what is the first thing to do if you follow the owner to a place to trade?" Old White Mao asked.

After pondering solemnly for a moment, he nodded and said, "I understand." ”

"I'm sure it's here." Lao Baimao said: "Inform the front command, let the supporting special forces be ready, as long as the 'target' appears, we will immediately notify them to come here." ”

"Okay."

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

"No. 0, the front finger asked you, do you need to send someone to come over first."

"No, we can spy on others, won't others spy on us?" Lao Baimao said: "With so many troops leaning here, who knows if our people will be monitored?" ”

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

It's still on its own turf!

However, he did not dare to question the words of his instructor, so he could only carry it out.

As if sensing the solemn doubts, the old white hair said: "Believe me, it's not the first day I've fought with them, these people are not ordinary people, they have extremely perfect intelligence and technical support behind them, don't look at their clothes, they are not fuel-efficient lamps." ”

"!"

As soon as he finished his report to the front finger, the old white hair scolded in a low voice.

He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Old White Mao said: "They may find us. ”

solemnly hurriedly lay down in front of the observation mirror.

He noticed that two robes were actually crawling up in this direction.

Although the altitude here is very high, because of the problem of firing angle and line of sight, the position chosen 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.

It's a great position to snipe.

If these robed militants in the valley are also going to be deployed here, then how?

Choose a sniper spot, of course!

Everyone is a peer, so the problem comes.

Where you fancy it, others also fancy it.

This makes it easy to crash.

That's what the old white fur was worried about.

And his worries really came true.

Lange's robe, with a Dragonov sniper rifle in his hand and an Acre submachine gun, began to walk towards the place where the solemn and old white fur were.

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

What to do?