Swimming is to swim over with the help of something, because you have to bring something, not to play swimming skills with your bare hands.

Nothing Buck can do with a pair of pants, but he is obviously not an old-fashioned one that has not changed for hundreds of years, he pulled out a matchbox-sized compressed package from his bag, tore open the outer bag and automatically expanded into a black floating airbag the size of a pillow, and also had a waterproof sealed bag, so that he could comfortably put his clothes in it, and then put a rifle and a pistol on his face, wearing scout shoes and walking into the cold water, silently pushing the airbag and swimming slowly.

You don't need to ride the wind and waves in freestyle, nor do you need the dexterity and agility of breaststroke, just follow the habits of the fighting peoples of Eastern Europe, quietly push ashore, this quiet lake does not have much flow speed, it is really effortless, the point is to avoid the sparkling water, do not become an obvious target under the bright moon, this is skillful.

Anyway, when Buck went ashore, only the tips of his hair were not wet, and he put on all his clothes on the shore unhurriedly, and then he raised the lens with thermal infrared induction, and carefully observed the entire wall part a little bit, two or three hundred meters away, this gadget didn't have that much power at all, and Buck didn't even worry that the other party had similar high technology, although the Arab world has claimed to be able to buy anything, but no superpower is willing to sell them a large thermal observation device at the military control level, which cannot be bought on the black market, and all that can be found are such gadgets within a range of tens of meters。

Airbags and rifles were hidden at the water's edge, and Buck, who was carrying only a pistol, was covered in gray long-sleeved T-shirts and gray leggings, moving almost between the roots of the weathered stone fence and the nearby bushes, occasionally observing the surroundings with the camera, mainly to guard against sentry and surveillance cameras, since the other side has electricity, it is very likely to build such a defense system.

But five minutes later, Buck found that the other party was still using the most primitive method, mobile patrol.

The armed men in pairs whispered and walked along the perimeter, and Buck realized once again that he didn't understand the other party's language, and he didn't dare to use his hands to arouse the other party's vigilance or conduct a large-scale search, so this time the infiltration was more to investigate the density of the other party's defenses.

Just stayed in the bushes, confirmed that there were four groups of people on patrol, and very boringly calculated the pace of the other party and the time of patrolling, guessing that the circumference of the entire circle was about the range of a 400-meter track in a stadium, and then the focus was to turn to the other side that he could not see on the other side of the lake to watch.

The so-called castle gate is really here, in the ancient city wall surrounded by a small hill, forming the posture of an ancient castle, and in today's years, Buck thinks that whether it is the Golden Triangle, drug dealers in South America or the rebels in the Caucasus, they will use machinery and equipment to renovate it, build a road, build an underground garage or something, here are actually dozens of various pickup trucks and off-road vehicles parked in the woods opposite the gate in a mess, thinking that this sparse forest that extends all the way to the lake will be used as their air defense shelter.

Once again, the heat-sensing camera came into play, allowing Buck to move forward in the bushes with less trepidation, especially after spotting the large number of vehicles, and the silhouettes of the two figures sitting on the side of the cars were immediately visible to him from a distance.

Don't venture any further.

Finding a bush under the trunk, Buck slowly covered himself.

The rest is just squatting and waiting.

That's what a top soldier is familiar with.

How can there be so many supermen who kill everywhere, and there is no god of war who infiltrates the castle single-handedly, Buck is a part-time spy little military doctor.

In fact, as long as you find the right place, sometimes it is much more efficient than going around and hitting a wall to trigger a battle.

There is a light at the door, and the surrounding afterglow is naturally convenient for Buck to observe, and on the gate of the small cylindrical tower with an obvious Islamic style, Buck saw a double-barreled anti-aircraft cannon, the kind with a shooter's seat, which is second only to armored vehicles in the small arms battle in the Arab region.

The government infantry, which had been surrounded and blockaded, lacked armored vehicles and did not have the offensive capabilities.

This is the only uplifted high ground within a radius of a few kilometers, and it really has a condescending defensive advantage, and because the other side is directly at the water's edge, it is estimated that it is not realistic to besiege and cut off water and food.

Buck, who was hiding there with his knees in his arms and slowly pondering, watched the patrol in front of him pass by, and had a new understanding of this ancient castle area, even if there was the assistance of the Kurds, or his own group of people, if they wanted to attack, they would have to find a way.

The pointer on his wrist was slowly approaching midnight, and for these militants who had little entertainment and little electricity, it was the right way to rest early, but Buck heard the louder and more enthusiastic jihad songs from the nearby castle again, and he was thinking that this group of extremists was really diligent, and they were studying on their own at night, when they suddenly heard shouts from the nearby city wall, and then only heard a muffled pop, and a body was thrown down!

The two people who were staying by the side of the vehicle in front of them hurriedly ran over with the nearby patrolmen, and then another thing was thrown down, falling on the sandy ground and bouncing, like a football that was not full of energy!

That's clearly a head!

Ordinary people would probably scream in fright, Buck clenched his knees and looked at it with great interest, and then heard an angry Arabic curse from the heights......

Buck once again realizes how important it is for agents to learn a foreign language well!

Or should it be the counterpart of the work area......

I'm completely blind!

Then in the second half of this anger, I finally heard that there was an English word dichlorodiethylsulfide that appeared repeatedly, and there was no need for this yelling guy to emphasize it, Buck would be excited!

Yperite!

Buck himself has the marks of this chemical agent, and a large patch of wrinkled skin tattooed on his waist to resemble a large dog's fur is a painful memory of a battle.

Known as the king of poisons, the nuclear weapons of poor people's countries!

When Buck was in a mood, he threw down something and smashed it on the ground, and the patrolmen's flashlights helped Buck to see that it was a satellite phone, and several people below looked at each other and smashed the phone with the butt of their pistol without hesitation.

It turns out that the scolding and roaring just now is talking on the phone!

Even if these extremist leaders have the money to buy luxury goods, satellite phones are not played with like this, and they have beheaded and killed people before combining.

Buck can only guess which side of the spies were discovered, and what warning was issued here, a warning about mustard gas!

In the chaotic war on the territory of Syria, chemical weapons have long appeared, and NATO has sworn that it is the government military ......

Now it seems that Buck has a clearer understanding of the castle he is about to attack, and has raised the danger level again!