Are you talking about the talent of 'Fog Shadow'? The black fish wrung his hands, his eyes still open, and he didn't know what his eyes were looking at, or if they weren't looking at anything.

"Well, the talent of a pure-blood descendant." The dove said, "If it's this kind of talent, can you see through it?" ”

"That depends on how skilled his Fog Shadow is." Blackfish said: "My mentor once mentioned this Moria talent, he said that we trackers are a new race in the demons, before the Atlanteans came to Earth, when we had a war with the Morias, in fact, we did not master the skill of tracking, at that time our ancestors believed that offense is the best defense, so the contradiction has always been the choice of spear. ”

"You mean, it was our demons who began to develop tracking after the Atlanteans and Moria joined forces to take the land and drive them to the dark underworld?" The first time he heard about the history of the Stalker, after all, in the dark underworld, people who learned different combat secrets would follow different mentors, and they rarely interacted with each other.

"That's right, after the Atlanteans came, Odin, the leader of Moria, curryed favor with these foreign civilizations, obtained the mysteries of Lunas, and then developed all kinds of talents, if it weren't for the Atlanteans, we might not have suffered humiliation and left the light world. In the later war with the Morians, we had enough of the misty shadows, and many of our ancestors fell to the Moriah warriors who had mastered this talent. Later, after we left our homeland for the Dark Dungeon, the ancestors learned from the hard work and decided to develop a community of trackers like us. Blackfish said, "Dove, didn't your mentor mention this to you?" ”

"No, my mentor likes to deal with the dead, he is a corpse protector, so he likes to be pure, and the dead are much quieter than the living." "So I try not to ask him questions, just bury my head in learning." ”

"Hmm......" Blackfish suddenly repeated the words he had spoken for the first time.

"The sand is moving......," he muttered, pointing to a dark spot at the foot of the opposite hill, "they're Morians, and they're almost down to the bottom of the mountain, and I think these guys want to slip away...... No, it should be said, they are preparing to sneak up on us! ”

"What are you going to do with these guys?" The dove asked, "Do you want me to order those Taliban soldiers to surround them now?" ”

He looked down at his watch, a little anxious: "My dreadnought has a time limit, only two hours, and now there is less than an hour of effect left, if the time passes, these Taliban soldiers will be no different from dead people, they will collapse, faint and even die." ”

"You're a student of the Corpse Protector, and Fearlessness is the secret skill of the Corpse Protector, and when they die, aren't you better? Just turn on the corpse technique, the dead people who have turned into zombies are more aggressive than these humans who are in a state of excitement now, aren't they? Blackfish said disapplausively.

"......" The dove choked on his words, and after a while he said, "Okay, I'll let them retreat and surround the place you said, and it's better to die." ”

"No, the Moria are right next to those Taliban soldiers." Blackfish's face never had any expression, "I remember we had a lot of rocket launchers and mortars and stuff like that?" ”

"That's right." "Five Soviet-made rocket launchers, two Tornadoes, three, and a mortar battalion," said the dove. ”

He frowned and thought for a moment, "You want to carry out artillery coverage?" ”

The dove looked at the dark hillside in the distance, where there was no scene at all, and then picked up the night vision goggles and looked again, "But you can see them, we can't see them." ”

"See that big rock?" The black fish stretched out its fat fingers, and there was indeed a boulder several meters wide where it pointed.

"See, there's a bald tree on the hillside, ten meters behind the right, is that there?" Dove asked.

Blackfish nodded, affirmed the dove's answer, and said, "That's right, that's the reference for the artillerymen, you pan ten meters to the left, and let the mortar fire a benchmark shot first." ”

The dove disappeared into Blackfish's side, in fact, he didn't like Blackfish a lot, he looked calm and disgusting, and the trackers were a group of isolated guys, who were considered outliers in the demon race. But many of the trackers I have seen look like a black fish, and they do things slowly, and they can't knock out a fart with a few sticks, and they can kill people in a hurry.

The dove's movements were very swift, and soon, a mortar sound of "Tong" sounded from the artillery positions in the rear.

A 100 mm caliber mortar shell fell on the opposite hillside, but perhaps due to technical problems, there was some deviation, and it did not hit the impact point required by the Blackfish, and deviated by more than ten meters.

"A bunch of waste...... Blackfish's dead face was still expressionless, but the big head finally shook to express his dissatisfaction.

On the opposite hillside.

The feeling of moving through the "fog shadows" is very strange, and the range stealth released in Lanstrow makes it feel like being in a space of different latitudes, you can see the Taliban soldiers around you passing by, you can hear their heavy snorts because they are affected by "Dreadnought", and you can even smell the strong fox smell emanating from their armpits because they haven't showered for a few days.

But they just can't see you, they don't know that the enemy is around them, maybe they're grimacing and walking away.

Mist Shadow is indeed a very powerful talent, and the most uncomfortable thing about playing against someone like Lanstrow is that you can't see him at all, and you don't know when and from what angle he will dodge out of the dark transparent air and stab you in the back.

Boom –

The sound of the explosion kicked up a puff of black smoke more than 20 meters away, and the dirt on the ground was lifted into the air in pieces, and then all the people around them fell like raindrops.

Seven or eight Taliban soldiers near the explosion site suddenly poured blood mold, this mortar shell that deviated from the trajectory directly tore these guys to pieces, in order to expand the effect of the explosion, the first run of the benchmark shot chosen by the dove this time was a high-explosive grenade.

Hayabusa felt something hit his head, and a stream of hot stuff flowed down his neck into his camouflage uniform.

He reached out and touched it, and was immediately startled, his hands were bright red, and they were full of sticky blood.

The former Russian hacker was so shocked that he almost opened his mouth to scream.

Blood! Paralysize me and hang the lottery!

Gege covered his mouth and choked his words back into his stomach.

Then pointing to the ground, Hayabusa looked down and breathed a sigh of relief.

A hairy severed hand was severed by shrapnel at the wrist and exploded to this side, accidentally smashing into the head of the hapless falcon, causing him to win the jackpot.

"What's going on?" Lanstrow leaned on his laryngeal shock headphones to make a slight sound, "They are firing at their own people? ”

A hand suddenly reached into Lanstrour's shoulder and grabbed it hard.

Startled, Lanstrow stopped.