Chapter 21

  Just as the sky was getting light, a message came from the intercom.

  That group of descendants didn't know if they had sensed something, and unexpectedly came up with a clever plan to divide into three small teams. The intervals between the front and back were as long as two or three kilometers, not to mention that they even stopped and started again, and even sent out two scouts in advance.

  So, this group of bastards must be some miscellaneous nations sent to harm the Chinese people. Where did ordinary smugglers get such a fully militarized marching pattern?

  Especially this pattern of advancing with scouts, it's simply the standard calling card of that country's special forces which was hit by a bird and collapsed two buildings at some point in time!

  This sign is actually related to Chinese soldiers. In the past, in the jungles of Vietnam, those skilled in guerrilla warfare used this pattern to make that country suffer a lot, I guess it was painful for that country and they specially came up with a countermeasure.

  Anyway, even if they encountered an ambush, the most they would lose was one small team. The others, upon hearing the gunfire, would scatter and flee in all directions. Strive to minimize casualties to the smallest extent possible.

  We have no choice but to wait for those grandchildren to camp at night. Moreover, according to the speed of these grandchildren's progress, it will be at least before the sky is completely dark that they can arrive at the most suitable river valley for camping.

  Hiding in the bunker, we can't go out and have to pay attention to changing breathing channels from time to time. If one breathing channel is used for a whole day and night, it will definitely be a visible hole on the snowy ground, and people who are familiar with battles can spot it at a glance, which means looking for death.

  Lay down until afternoon, didn't feel right.

  Lohan brother just told me through the single soldier frequency that he felt unwell, panting and couldn't catch his breath, as if there was a donkey hair stuck in his throat!

  I didn't react in time and said "Luohan, is your airway blocked? Try digging another one out yourself?"

  Luohan didn't make another sound.

  Then, the vanguard sentry suddenly issued a combat signal.

  Those descendants are not foolish, apart from the vanguard of the camel team that was sent out earlier, they also dispatched three lightly-equipped advance scouts who set off a few hours ago and have now appeared at the mouth of the valley.

  The river valley was a closed loop terrain, with two huge rocks blocking the cold wind and our line of sight. At that time, I could only see a guy wearing white snow camouflage clothes holding an AK rifle slowly walking over. The password from the intercom said there were two more people walking along the gentle slope next to the river valley, forming a three-person triangular firepower structure.

  The distance was really close at that time!

  I can see the guy's AK still has some snowflakes on it, and his little mustache still has white frost on it. Even the sound of him slowly trudging through the snow, making crunching sounds with each step, I can hear clearly.

  I watched him walk past me, looking around cautiously as if to see if there were any hidden dangers or anything out of the ordinary.

  It must be said that Huang Ming's brother is really a seasoned veteran, and his fighting skills have become exquisite.

  Those potential ambush sites we chose just happened to be the blind spots that ordinary people are used to. In order to prevent those bastards from accidentally stepping on us, there were several small piles of dirt around us, just big enough for them to stand on and get a good view, but they would never think that right next to the pile of dirt was a group of Chinese guys holding guns.

  The three vanguard forwards walked back and forth in the valley for two rounds, and then sat down at a circular position in the middle of the valley without moving. The place was sheltered from the wind and snow, and even the smoke from starting a fire could slowly drift away along a large area of roof-like rocks, making it an ideal place to camp.

  I stared at the three grandsons as they took out fuel cans from their backpacks, then fetched snow from the side and boiled water. Then I smelled the aroma of red tea.

  Not to mention, these descendants are indeed well-equipped. The field rations we took out didn't have this kind of thing. Although the calories and whatnot were absolutely up to standard, the flavor was definitely not as good as the wild rations brought by these descendants.

  My mouth is itching and my heart is aching, I'm getting more and more resentful of these descendants!

  Why don't you just stay in your own country? What's the point of running to China in the freezing cold and not doing anything decent, but instead causing trouble and making a scene? You've also made it so that our old men have to crawl around in the snow, unable to eat or sleep properly, and can only relieve themselves by crawling.

  Shut up, now I'm telling you to enjoy yourselves for a while. Once everyone is here, just wait for grandpa to take out his gun and call the roll! This meal is your last as Chinese men who know how to be human, do things properly, and show kindness. You're all dead prisoners anyway, so we're being kind by giving you a farewell meal!

  Thinking of this, I feel much better!

  Quietly get the thing in your hand ready and wait for the instructor's order, then we'll pounce down like a tiger and devour them like wolves!

  I don't know if it's just my illusion.

  I seem to have heard a coughing sound coming from where the Arhat is hiding? Although it was very light, I still felt it, and looking at the movements of those three Sunzi, it seemed like they had also heard something, and two of them immediately grabbed their AKs and were staring vigilantly around.

  The mountain is quiet and still, even the sound of breathing can be heard from far away, let alone a cough in the snowy ground nearby!

  Maybe it's heaven helping!

  Just as the three grandsons wanted to get up and take a look, a sudden whirlwind suddenly rose in the sheltered river valley, making a loud noise, and the swirling snowflakes hit the rocks on both sides of the river valley with a rustling sound, which really sounded like someone was gasping for breath.

  The three grandsons hesitated for a moment, then perked up their ears to listen carefully before sitting down again to continue boiling water and drinking tea.

  The sky slowly darkened.

  It wasn't until just before nightfall that I finally heard the camel's huge hooves trampling through the snow, and a strong smell of smoke wafted over with the wind. Having not smoked for a day and a night, my mouth began to water and I couldn't wait to finish dealing with this group so I could light up a cigarette and take a good drag.

  Then I saw a dozen or so camels and thirty or so people slowly walking towards the place where the three sharp soldiers were making a fire. It seemed that they had already investigated the area thoroughly, and only two scouts from the camel team were dispatched to set up sentry posts on both sides of the valley, while the others led the camels to surround the bonfire, and then everyone huddled around the bonfire to warm themselves and drink tea.

  I knew it, this group of bastards is absolutely not just a ordinary smuggling camel gang.

  Generally, camel handlers, even those who are smugglers, are very fond of their camels. When they arrive at a campsite, people don't eat first, but instead prepare fodder for the camels and feed them before doing anything else.

  A camel is like a small car in the wilderness, even if it's smuggling such a huge profit, they wouldn't dare to waste this hardworking and enduring animal.

  With great power comes arrogance, using cruise missiles to bomb thatched cottages, this is the trademark behavior of that immoral country.

  From my position, it seems that those grandsons have been walking for a whole day. I guess they must be tired and uncomfortable from hiding and rushing around in the snowy ground. Several of them took down sleeping bags and other stuff from the camels, looking like they are ready to take a good sleep.

  The three vanguard forwards also used the tactics of a certain unit in that country. When the main force was resting, it was their time to move forward. The three guys started packing up and preparing to continue scouting ahead.

  The order of the instructor finally came from the walkie-talkie: "Fire!"

  We suddenly stood up from the bunker and rushed out, while at the same time, the sniper rifles of the two groups covering us in the distance had already fired. Those two lazy guys who were on guard duty on both sides of the river valley fell headfirst into the snowy ground!

  The snipers were all veterans, holding AKs as sniper rifles and hitting every shot. What about holding SVD? The two sentries were beheaded on the spot, without any suspense at all.

  Those grandchildren really have tactical qualities.

  Almost at the same time as the gunshot, I saw at least four guys wielding AKs in their hands and rushing to the camel's side. Without thinking, they swept a fan-shaped area, roughly in the direction where our snipers were hiding.

  Another thing we didn't expect is that those grandchildren aren't fools after all.

  We all counted as having been ambushed beforehand and the vanguard scouts had already been tracked, but still didn't realize what was happening.

  Those bastards actually had two snipers hiding as well.

  I just saw a brother next to me suddenly get up and then fell heavily, falling on the snowy ground, and in less than a second, the blood from his body dyed the snowy ground red.

  Another brother also just shot a short burst at the group of grandsons in the valley and sat down on the ground with his butt, and there was a big hole in his belly.

  That brother probably wanted to get up, but his intestines and whatnot had already gushed out, and then that brother didn't have the strength anymore and fell to the ground on his back.

  I am not a supporter of purely technical victories, I tend towards brave wins that rely on spiritual strength and necessary tools.

  But I still can't help but say it, sometimes the difference in equipment really can be fatal!

  The equipment carried by those grandchildren snipers was indeed beyond our imagination and estimation.

  Full set of infrared thermal insulation clothing, multi-use snow camouflage cloak, short-wave communication device, heat energy detector, built-in circulatory life support system.

  It was with these equipment that the two snipers escaped our reconnaissance. If our reconnaissance personnel were slightly less skilled, this ambush would have become a massacre for this group of well-prepared bastards!

  Those guys hiding behind the camel must have thought we were brothers of the border armed police, and they actually pulled out a knife and stabbed the camel's butt, planning to use the camel as cover for firepower to break through.

  But we've long been prepared for this move!

  The camel's body is huge and has long been adapted to the harsh cold environment, with thick skin and flesh. Ordinary bullets can't harm it, unless they hit a vital spot, in which case the camel will probably speed up instead of slowing down.

  So we had already prepared some special equipment to deal with the camel corps. To put it simply, thanks to the brothers from Baicheng for their tactical creativity, which is truly unmatched. The directional landmine they made is really small and exquisite, loved by everyone who sees it, and it's a must-have for home, travel, and battlefield!

  Generally, directional lightning is electrically ignited and can be unstable in high-latitude regions.

  When we were at the plateau base, we encountered a temperature of minus twenty degrees. At that time, everyone was hiding in their tents roasting fires and didn't feel too much. However, when we went out the next morning to take a look, a three-millimeter-thick steel plate on the ground had actually frozen and turned white.

  Several brothers were also curious at the time, so they lined up in a row of six, wearing warm boots, and marched forward in unison. The steel plate made a cracking sound at the time and had a crack.

  So, ordinary wires may freeze overnight and break into several pieces. At that time, even if you press the electric button to detonate the directional thunder, it won't explode.

  So the gang of brothers in White City came up with a wireless remote-controlled explosive method.

  At that time, two loud noises were heard, and the sky was filled with hard snow powder flying everywhere. More than a dozen camels suddenly fell to the ground, at least half of them, and several other camels were frightened and lay down in the snowy field, making strange cries.

  He took advantage of the snowflakes dancing in the sky to cover up those sons who wanted to break through, and came over with a sweep of his sleeves.

  I just saw a brother suddenly yell and kneel on the ground, then he started yelling while holding a machine gun and began to suppress firepower with long bursts.

  The firepower of those descendants was concentrated on him.

  I watched as the brother's body erupted with bursts of blood flowers, and then the brother's machine gun went haywire, spraying wildly upwards. I knew that brother was trying to hold down the wildly bucking muzzle. I knew that brother wanted to die entwined with those sons of bitches. But my brother had already taken at least five or six bullets.

  7.62mm caliber bullet!

  7.62mm conical cylindrical body looks like a peanut, if it's really peanuts, I can eat half a catty at one meal.

  That's iron!

  The steel that was heated to a scorching temperature by the explosion of gunpowder is the same steel that penetrated my brother's body, tore his flesh and took his life!

  I watched as he fell, still clutching the machine gun's trigger!

  I know it's a fight to the death!

  Fight to the death!

  My eyes turned red!

  I don't know how many of our troops are on the battlefield, but at that time I saw my brother company calling out to take down three and I was really jealous!

  What tactics, what combat coordination, I don't remember anything at all, it was just the pure instinct of usual training that kept me in a low posture, holding onto my gun and firing short bursts in an orderly manner.

  All that's left in his mind is one word - kill!

  Later on, those brothers of mine told me that I was really crazy at that time!

  Those grandsons hiding behind the camel at least fired five or six AKs at me, but I was jumping and running towards them like a performing monkey, my hands never stopping firing, and surprisingly, the hit rate wasn't low, just watching my gun fire once and knock one down, then fire again and knock another one down.

  I don't know if I was suffocated by anger or frozen for a whole day and night?

  My brother said that at the time, my face was green and my eyes were blood red, with a grin on my face, looking like a ghost.

  With the two rods of virtue I had at that time, I was able to survive from such a dense bullet screen. I think luck is one aspect, and on the other hand, it should be attributed to those two old brothers holding sniper rifles.

  After all, it's an old oil-splashed soldier!

  Watching his brother fall, the two old soldier brothers immediately jumped up from their cover and then, despite the poor visibility, they were running at high speed to find targets and aim to fire.

  One shot one kill, still a violent head.

  Otherwise, with my eyes red and swollen, I'd be a complete idiot, rushing around like a madman, how could I survive?

  Nonsense!