Chapter 52: Night Raid on Stalingrad

  Brothers and sisters, give me some motivation! If you have tickets, I want them; if not, I want to collect them. Don't even have any to collect? Uh... you owe me one~~~

  Zan Lang didn't say anything else and quickly devoured the fish meat in his hand, even chewing and swallowing the fish bones.

  He glanced at the boiling fish soup, and after a quick search, he found the two coconut shells he had thrown away earlier. With three swift cuts of his military knife, he scooped out the fruit meat inside, and the two rough bowls were basically formed.

  The remaining wolf took out his own full-fingered gloves and put them on, then carefully picked up the scalding fish soup from the stone. The shadow beside him quickly put down the half-eaten roasted fish in his hand, straightened the coconut shell to receive a bowl of fish soup, and crouched on the gap between the stones to receive the second bowl.

  The two of them slowly sipped the delicious fish soup, neither mentioning what they had just talked about.

  In the evening, Shadow woke up the wounded wolf who was recovering his strength. "Brother, it's time, what do you plan to do?"

  Zan Lang took out a piece of energizing candy and put it in his mouth, the stimulating mint flavor invigorating him. He glanced at his military watch on his wrist, which was emitting a fluorescent glow, showing 2:00 AM sharp.

  "Hey, Shadow, don't think I was joking at noon. That simulated battlefield is probably designed according to the proportions of Stalingrad back then. The snipers inside are very formidable. This time we're doing infiltration, so let's try to get a clear picture of the entire terrain of this battlefield. Although it's only about one square kilometer in size, the enemy has at least a battalion-sized force. Uh... do you know how many people are in a battalion?"

  "According to China's classification, uh... about 400 to 500." The Shadow glanced at the much smaller残狼 and was actually a bit nervous. Was this really the legendary aura of the king?

  Zan Lang felt a bit more at ease, at least this guy had some common sense. "We need to try our best to scout out the entire battlefield, find the enemy's ammunition depot and medical supply storage area, and if possible, bring back as much as we can. Hmm... split up and act separately, any problems?"

  Upon hearing this, the shadow snorted in disdain and curled his lip. "Although I may not be as good as you at surviving in the wild, when it comes to hiding, tracking, and stealing, I'm confident that I'm not inferior to you. Let's get moving."

  Watching the shadow's confident appearance, the lone wolf didn't say anything, and pulled out an empty backpack to throw at the shadow. "Whether it's ammunition or medicine, fill up a backpack and come back. If you're discovered, hurry up and retreat. Don't look for me, I won't go to rescue you either." After finishing speaking, the lone wolf carried another empty backpack and led the way out of the cave first.

  The shadow made a middle finger gesture at his back and slowly picked up its own things to follow the front residual wolf.

  Two people quickly sneaked through the rainforest, and due to yesterday's experience, Lang was particularly careful about the surroundings, afraid of encountering some formidable beasts.

  On a dense big tree, the Lone Wolf touched the shocked shadow beside him and said with an evil smile, "Night raid on Stalingrad, start now, Mr. Killer, beware of snipers." The Lone Wolf finished speaking and slid down from the tree silently with his hands relaxed.

  He plucked off a leech that had sucked its fill of blood from his neck, and with the safety of his AUG rifle released, he crept silently along the shadow under the trees towards the tiny city 1,000 meters away.

  The ruined church, 1000 meters away in the dark night, can only see a rough outline. The wolf cautiously took a look to determine the direction, then bent down and ran towards the small ditch that was attacked in the morning like a large gorilla.

  This time, the lone wolf didn't dare to expose himself again. He carefully made his way to the other side of the mountain gorge and set up his AUG in a thicket. After observing the sniper's position he had glimpsed hastily that morning, as expected, the sniper must have already changed locations.

  Lone Wolf wasn't in a hurry, he patiently searched the surrounding buildings near the sniper's position. Finally, an inconspicuous and dilapidated tank wreckage made Lone Wolf realize something was off. Yesterday this place seemed to be empty!

  The lone wolf quickly put on the thermal imaging, and indeed, a red figure was sitting in the tank turret, looking like he was sorting something out. Seizing the opportunity, the lone wolf quietly crawled out from behind the bushes. With only about 500 meters of distance, the lone wolf patiently crawled slowly towards the tank wreckage on the foul-smelling ground. 400 meters, 300 meters, 200 meters, 150 meters, the lone wolf got closer and closer to the tank, suddenly! A bright light swept across from in front of him! The lone wolf quickly lowered his head, the light lasted for less than 10 seconds and then went out by itself!

  What a close call! The Lone Wolf let out a sigh of relief and quickly crawled towards his target, until his body was hidden under the tank. Only then did he feel at ease. Meanwhile, another beam of light flashed by. The Lone Wolf found it strange - had these soldiers gone crazy? Why were they using spotlights to create strobe effects?

  Looked at the time, 2:30 in the morning. Is this thing only starting to shine at this hour? Isn't this intense flashing light equivalent to attracting all enemies over here? Attracting?! Zhan Lang suddenly understood what this flash meant!

  Crouching patiently under the tank, Canis lupus looked at his watch and calculated the flashing frequency until it flashed three times before he dared to confirm that the flashing frequency was once every ten seconds.

  The lone wolf glanced at the tank's chassis and knew he had only ten seconds left, so he made a desperate bid!

  Cán Láng took out a silencer and screwed it onto the P99, which he had traded with Shadow for a Beretta M93FS. Cán Láng quietly climbed to the edge of the tank's track and waited for the next flash.

  A strong light flashed by, and the remaining wolf no longer hesitated, fiercely crawling out from under the tank, taking a step to climb up the gun tower and jumping in!

  The lone wolf had just jumped into the tank, and another strong light swept over. The timing was just right, and Lone Wolf's heart was relieved, but his hands didn't dare to relax. The large silencer was immediately pressed against the stunned enemy's head. Indeed, it was stunning, and Lone Wolf was also a bit stunned, while also feeling some relief.

  The guy was actually hiding in the tank, completely unaware of the commotion outside. The sudden appearance of the lone wolf really scared him, and his lower body also softened. The lone wolf coldly laughed and knocked out the somewhat disoriented enemy, then pulled out a military dagger and stabbed it through his lung, although it was a bit troublesome, but at least no sound was made.

  With the help of night vision, the lone wolf carefully rummaged through the tank and finally found a camouflage jacket thrown aside, pulled out a map, a map of the entire small island. The lone wolf couldn't help but feel some excitement, with this thing it would be much more convenient.

  With the captured map and an M40 sniper rifle, Lone Wolf slipped into a dilapidated high-rise building. Lighting up a small fluorescent stick, he tucked it into his sleeve and examined the entire map using only the faint light from one end of the stick. After five minutes, he finally found the ammunition depot and hospital in this stronghold.

  After identifying the direction, the lone wolf put his sniper rifle in a hidden place and moved towards the ammunition depot. Fortunately, they had just arrived on this small island, so the opponent's defense was not tight, except for the high-intensity strobe light being a bit troublesome, the lone wolf only encountered a patrol team.

  Across the street, that church is their ammunition depot. The lone wolf hid in a cylindrical building, using thermal imaging to carefully scan the situation inside the church. 6 guards, if only Shadow was here, the lone wolf sighed, remembering the opponent's position and quietly made his way to one side of the church, using a pile of scattered debris, the lone wolf carefully climbed up an air vent window. The 6 guards had only two guarding the main gate of the church, while the remaining four were sleeping on long benches used for worship, except for one who was trimming his fingernails, with an M4A1 rifle placed on a nearby table not far from him.

  The lone wolf clenched his teeth and put the P99 back in its holster, although it was equipped with a silencer that reduced the noise to about 12 decibels, but on such a quiet night, it was hard to guarantee that it wouldn't be discovered by the two soldiers guarding the gate.

  Fortunately, the soldier trimming his nails was facing away from him, and the wolf slipped in as quietly as a cat. The colored glass conveniently blocked his short body.

  Gritting his teeth, the lone wolf held a P99 in his left hand and slowly drew out a military dagger with his right hand as he approached the soldier. Perhaps sensing something, he suddenly stopped filing his nails and subconsciously looked back to see a short boy holding a long, narrow military dagger pointed at him!

  The soldier was about to shout, but unfortunately a cool feeling swept over his throat, and he only heard the rustling of the wind through the treetops. His throat could no longer produce any sound. In his blurry vision, a red streak splashed out from his own neck.