Chapter Sixty: Ambush (One)

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  The troops have been deliberately maintaining a very fast marching speed, and by nightfall, they had already crossed two mountain peaks, covering about one-third of the distance. Along the way, except for a few helicopter reconnaissance missions, everything was safe and sound.

  The captain ordered everyone to stop under the gap of several huge rocks, and after arranging the night watch personnel, they didn't dare to light a fire. They ate some military dry rations that they carried with them, and those who didn't have watch duty all crawled into their sleeping bags in their backpacks. In this icy snow land, if you don't light a fire and don't have any equipment, you might not be able to get up after falling asleep! Since my condition was still unstable, the captain didn't arrange for me to be on watch, so I happily took it easy and slept until dawn.

  I reckon even if I wanted to take turns keeping watch for them, no one would agree.

  The next morning, everyone started marching again after having dry rations. As I opened my eyes, I suddenly felt extremely fearful and found that I had already forgotten a lot about what happened yesterday! Can I really accept this kind of indiscriminate killing? Or am I too easy-going? This heinous thing, six months ago, I would have definitely condemned loudly! Can the me from six months later actually forget what just happened in front of my eyes?

  No! This is impossible!

  I have clearly felt the fear deep within my heart, a kind of unspeakable fear, as if I saw myself being slowly slaughtered, and another person, who may or may not be me, slowly occupying my body.

  With this fear, I mechanically followed the team, my body and mind without any fluctuations. The team walked until noon, coming to a place similar to a valley. At this time, the location was at the foot of the mountain, the vegetation was not very dense, and there were snow and ** rocks everywhere.

  From the start until now, everyone has been marching consistently, only resting twice in between. The difference between mercenaries and ordinary people is also evident at this moment. Although they are tired, they can all persevere. Ordinary people would not be able to walk in the icy mountains for an entire morning with only two breaks of less than 20 minutes each. These roads do not pose much difficulty for me, who has been training in martial arts since I was young, and the Wolf Mercenaries, who have been fighting on battlefields for years. However, Kim Jee-joon is clearly struggling, leaning on a wooden stick, while the sniper rifle and backpack are being carried by Watersnake and the Captain. Scorpiontail may be able to say that she is Kim Jee-joon's senior in the battlefield, but as a lady, if she were to help him carry his equipment, this kid would probably not dare to agree.

  The captain waved his hand to stop everyone, then took out a monocular telescope, bent down and slipped behind a huge rock, sticking out his head to observe the situation in the valley. As the team's sniper, Scorpion Tail also quietly followed up, lying beside the captain and raising the AWP in his hand.

  A sniper not only has the task of long-range shooting and fire support, but also has the responsibility of observing terrain and formulating routes, providing reliable suggestions.

  For a moment, the two of them exchanged a glance and then crouched back down. The captain called out to the crowd squatting on the ground, vigilantly scanning their surroundings: "No abnormalities were found, after crossing this mountain valley, head northeast and cross a small river, climb over a mountain and you'll reach the Russian border, where we can send a signal to call for a helicopter to extract us!"

  Everyone nodded and lowered their guns, ready to continue advancing. The captain turned his head, but found that the scorpion tail was standing behind him with a serious face, not saying a word.

  The captain asked strangely: "What's wrong, Ge Wei, is there anything wrong?"

  Scorpion shook his head, looked back at the small valley in front of him and said: "I don't know, I just feel that something is not quite right. This place is too perfect for an ambush."

  At the words, everyone reflexively lowered their guns to their shoulders again, their eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings, and in an instant they were ready for battle. Scorpion Tail was a sniper, and when it came to observing the enemy situation, her words carried more weight than the captain's!

  The captain was also stunned: "What did you find?"

  Scorpion Tail shook his head again and looked at the captain: "Nothing was found, just a feeling."

  On the battlefield, sometimes the sixth sense is more accurate than anything else. The intuition of a seasoned veteran cannot be ignored. That Colonel Leicht was an example, but after all, it's just intuition, and under high tension, one can't help but feel nervous and mistake everything for an enemy. Intuition, for those who have experienced the bloodshed on the battlefield, is something that cannot be ignored, but also cannot be fully trusted!

  The captain nodded, thinking for a moment: "The terrain of the valley in front is indeed suitable for an ambush, but we still don't know if the Russian army has sent troops into the forest. Even if they have, it's impossible to predict that we will pass through here and lay an early ambush. This forest is vast, and the valley is just a point. If we head north, there is another road, but it would be a long detour. The longer we stay in Russian territory, the more dangerous it is for us! Once they discover us, they can unhesitatingly and openly kill us as terrorists!"

  "Let's take a look! Scorpion tail, No. 16 stay here to cover, the others follow me into the valley, get ready for battle, disperse formation, stay vigilant! If anything goes wrong, retreat immediately, got it?"

  "Understood!" The crowd growled in unison.

  "Alright!" The captain waved his hand and led the way into the small valley with his rifle at the ready. Everyone else followed, carrying their own weapons.

  I was about to follow up, a kitchen knife held me back, handing me my SG552 and USP45. Looking at the familiar gun body and the kitchen knife's determined face, I thought for a moment, took over his hand-held US25, turned around and followed up. The kitchen knife didn't say anything, carrying the SG552 on its back, holding its own rifle and following closely, subtly protecting me within its range. Kim Jee-joon and Scorpio quickly found their suitable sniping positions, setting up their sniper rifles to closely observe the situation in the valley above.

  The team leader led the crowd into the valley and immediately squatted down, clenching his fists to signal everyone to stop. Then he made a dispersal gesture, and the people behind him immediately scattered in all directions, holding their weapons and closely watching the surroundings. Although I was still unhappy about what happened that morning, at this critical moment of life and death, I had no choice but to move to the side of a rock, pointing my USP45 at the places where I thought there might be danger. Although I was angry with them, I didn't want to throw away my own life carelessly. Looking at the only 12 bullets left in my USP45 and feeling the tense atmosphere around me, I regretted not accepting the rifle that had been handed to me earlier.

  After dispersing, the captain waved his hand forward, and everyone carefully moved forward, every step extremely cautious, every military evasion was done to perfection.

  The entire valley was quiet all winter, except for the soft "crunch" sound of footsteps on the snow. Before long, we had arrived at the center of the valley, and I was already tense with sweat dripping down my face. Still unsure if there were any enemies lurking around, this short stretch of over a hundred meters was an enormous psychological test for me. The unknown danger was what made my heart ache the most!

  After training for so long, it was the first time I faced "enemies lurking in the dark", and the first time I felt that my life was not under my control. I even felt that I would rather face a dozen enemies head-on than deal with a few enemies hiding in the dark like vicious wolves staring at me!

  I moved the muzzle to several places where I thought there was danger, and my palms and forehead were already sweating profusely, feeling very uncomfortable. Now I kind of miss the feeling of holding the SG552 in my hand. That feeling contained a sense of security, on the battlefield, the USP45 in my hand felt far less reassuring than the SG552.

  I took a deep breath, flexed my fingers and turned my head to look back at the crowd. Everyone was being extremely cautious and tense. On the pristine white snow behind me, there were only a few sets of footprints left. I glanced again in the direction where Hyeon-woo and Kim Ji-hoon were hiding, but even though I already knew their location, I still couldn't see them. Snipers are indeed snipers - their camouflage skills are truly impressive.

  Before I could finish speaking, a woman's cold hum suddenly came from the earpiece: "Number 17!"

  It's the sound of a scorpion's tail!

  I was startled and suddenly remembered where I was, breaking out in a cold sweat, and hastily turned around.