It was close to half past five in the morning, and the sea breeze was getting stronger and stronger, and the trees and grass on the island were constantly swaying and whirring under the blowing of the sea breeze, which was undoubtedly very beneficial to the dark clouds to hide their tracks.

Approaching the enemy and launching a sneak attack in eight minutes was not an easy task, and the clouds had to speed up. Compared with the usual training, the movements of the dark clouds at this time were already relatively large, but under the cover of the shaking and sound of the sea breeze blowing on the long grass, they did not make any abnormal sound at all, let alone attract any attention.

Now, the clouds are closing in on their first goal.

It was the three-man combat team on the left side of the ridge, crouched in the grass, one of the snipers holding an M50 large-caliber sniper rifle in his arms, the butt of the rifle resting over his shoulder, his eyes lightly pressed against the scope. Next to the sniper, an observer holds a monocular infrared telescope and keeps observing and scanning in the direction of the sea. At a distance of about 10 meters from the left rear of the two men, the machine gunner held an M32 machine gun in his arms, and fired left and right with blazing eyes. No one knew that a deadly sneak attack was about to befall them.

Now, the dark clouds are hidden in the grass less than 3 meters behind the machine gunner, and with their powerful eyesight, the dark clouds can almost see the armband of the Pantheon on the left arm of the machine gunner, which is exclusive to the Poseidon commandoon, holding a trident!

Holding his breath, the clouds carefully plucked a thatch, plucking the hard grass root that still had a little dirt on it, and with a flick of his middle finger, the fluttering grass root shot out like a sharp arrow, hitting the base of the machine gunner's right ear.

The Heavy left the M32's bolt with his right hand, slapped it lightly on the base of his ear, and muttered, "Nasty mosquito ......"

The dark clouds were waiting for this moment, taking advantage of the spirit of the machine gunner for a moment to disperse his right hand and leave the bolt, the dark cloud cheetah generally rushed out of the grass, and a hand knife hit the machine gunner's carotid artery, this blow was extremely powerful, the machine gunner muttered before he finished speaking, and before his right hand left the root of his ear, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he instantly lost consciousness and collapsed silently on the ground.

The slight sound of the dark cloud attracted the attention of the other two people, but before the two of them could react, the dark cloud waved his right hand, and the military stabbing combat knife that was still on his waist just now had already penetrated the major artery in the back of the observer's neck with a fierce wind, and instantly penetrated the observer's throat, nailing him to the ground!

As soon as the combat knife was shot, the dark clouds almost flew out of the ground, and instantly pounced behind the sniper, before the sniper made any sound, the left hand accurately buckled the big mouth, and the right hand gently pulled the belt, the sniper's head was like a ripe watermelon being plucked off the melon vine, making a few soft "Kerala" sounds, the whole head turned one hundred and eighty degrees, turning into a strange angle with the head facing backwards, and the body immediately hung softly to the ground.

One second!

From killing the Heavy in an outburst, to nailing the observer, to finally killing the sniper, a series of dazzling actions, the dark clouds took less than a second!

Song Jingang, who was paying attention to the dark clouds' every move a few hundred meters away, only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and the three members of the famous Poseidon Commando had all been ambushed on the spot!

"Beautiful!" Luo Haoran secretly exclaimed, even if he had been training together for four years, he couldn't imagine that this guy was already so powerful.

However, Song Jingang's good mood was quickly ruined.

"Don't look for me for this kind of sneak attack from behind in the future!" In the headphones, there was a soft muttering sound of dark clouds.

"Why?"

"I think that's unkind!"

"Damn, why are you still rushing to get on?"

"That's because," Dark Cloud whispered triumphantly as he sneaked towards the next target, "Even if it's not kind, it's better than if you can't eat it while you do it......"

Song Jingang is going to be angry with the dark clouds, this guy is going to fight with himself when he gets the opportunity, he has been happy to do it for four years, even if he can't stop his mouth in such a dangerous battlefield, I really don't know why this guy's mentality is so good? Listening to the dark clouds and babbling a few more words, Song Jingang hurriedly interrupted: "What nonsense, two points in the direction, 120 meters away, next!" ”

"You're getting bored!" The dark cloud pouted and spit out, and silently approached the next target.

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Sergeant Singh of the Sixth Detachment of Poseidon Commandoon, Bewenlian, is a native Indiana descendant, relying on his early experience of following his father and uncle to hunt in the deep mountains and old forests, as well as the experience of a hundred battles after joining the commando, he has a sixth sense of danger that seems to be innate. In addition, he has a smart mind, accurate judgment, quick skills, and excellent marksmanship, so many times, Singh will be at the forefront of the entire army as a scout, undertaking the task of finding the way for the large army, reconnoitring the enemy, and clearing obstacles.

Now, for example, Singh is about 500 meters ahead of the main army, carefully searching and advancing in the dense forest.

Ever since the main force of the assault team landed in the northwest, Singh has always felt that someone is staring at him from behind, just like when he was a child hunting in the dense forest with his father and uncle, he was closely watched by a group of fierce beasts, which made him creepy and chilled in the bottom of his heart.

In front is a small open field, no more than 500 square meters, but in this dense cold temperate jungle, such an open area is already quite large, and it seems more suitable for rest, and of course, it is also suitable for the enemy to carry out concentrated fire strikes on this open land in the depths of the dense forest. However, Singh is not particularly worried about this, according to intelligence, the opponent's strength should not be more than 10 people, and there is no way to deal with the multi-way attack of a company of Poseidon commandos with such a force.

The only tactic that the opponent may adopt is to constantly harass and contain them, buying time to wait for reinforcements. However, with the ability of the Red Republic's ocean-going troops, by the time their reinforcements arrived, the battle would have already ended, and he should have already returned to the bed at the base, took a hot bath and slept peacefully.

What's more, even if the transport plane carrying reinforcements of the Red Republic can take off smoothly, the powerful Navy and Air Force of the Minnesia Federation are not vegetarians, and they will definitely cause the opponent a lot of trouble in the air. Of course, in that case, it will trigger a strong confrontation between the two most powerful countries in the world, and there is even the possibility of war. But that's the matter for the politicians sitting in Wolsington's office drinking tea, and their task is only to find their opponents and eliminate them one by one.

Singh conducted a careful reconnaissance of this generation and determined that there were no enemy ambushes at all, no people, and no mines. He sent the footage taken with an eyepiece infrared imager on his helmet back to his company commander, Yak Bevan, and suggested a five-minute rest in this small open area. The company commander accepted his suggestion and ordered him to stand on guard.

Sergeant Singh breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to a large tree a few meters away, hoping to rest and ease his nerves, and after 5 minutes, he had to continue to take on the responsibility of scouting and clear the way for the whole army.

The diameter of this large tree is about 60 centimeters, and "In the cold temperate zone, it is rare to see such a thick tree!" Sergeant Singh was amazed, and he was pleasantly surprised to see that there was a two-metre-high hole at the base of the big tree, which was a good place to shelter from the wind and rain!

However, just as he walked to the entrance of the tree hole, Singer suddenly saw a scene that made him unbelievable!

He saw a face, a face that had been obscured by camouflage paint, but could not hide the mocking smile! It was less than ten centimeters away from his body!

"How is that possible—" Singh opened his mouth to warn his company commander, but he didn't have any chance not to make a sound, only felt a chill in his neck, and a sharp pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow hit his whole body.

Before losing consciousness, he finally understood why he had always had a feeling of unease, and he realized that he might have led the company to a dead end.

Bei Shiliang gently supported Singh's body so that he would not fall to the ground and make a sound, and tapped twice on the throat microphone to signal that his opponent had been cleared. A few seconds later, two rounds of tapping sound came into his headphones, and he knew that it was Luo Haoran and Lang Tianyu telling him that the other two scouts had also been solved!

Bei Shiliang gently put Singh's body on the ground, and posed as a resting posture leaning against the trunk of a tree, and then fiddled under Singh's body a few times, and then dug in a few places that looked inconspicuous, and after a minute, Bei Shiliang listened to the movement, and disappeared into the jungle like a ghost.

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Company Commander Bewen walked out of the woods with more than 50 people in the company, and at a glance saw Singh leaning against a big tree opposite.

"Oh, poor boy!" Bewen smiled generously, the troops had been marching continuously in the dense forest for more than 40 minutes, and the soldiers were a little tired, not to mention Sergeant Singh as a scout. Taking all the time to rest is an important means for the commandos to maintain their physical strength in continuous high-intensity operations.

But Bewen knew that after only two minutes, the silent young man would wake up immediately and start again in good spirits.

Little did he know at this time that poor Singh would never wake up again. And his entire company will also face the fate of total annihilation.

Bevan, who knew nothing about his fate, waved his hand, and the troops quickly formed a circular defensive formation and sat down in place to rest, while Sergeant Singh's good partner, the big black man Barclay, quietly walked over to Singh, wanting to smile innoccupantly with his sleeping friend......