The night fell, and the white snow on the ground glowed with fluorescence.

Xia Yuan took Xiao Heping, one foot deep and one foot shallow, to climb up the mountain and looked down the mountain.

At the intersection formed by the angles of three mountains, there is a ruins of a town. The US military entered the town and built a circular fortification based on the town.

On the periphery are simple machine gun bunkers and watch towers, as well as a large number of infantry, and mines are buried in important locations.

The second level is tanks and armored vehicles, as well as self-propelled anti-aircraft artillery vehicles.

The third floor is the core area, where US military trucks, fuel, ammunition, heavy artillery, etc. are parked.

In Xia Yuan's eyes, the enemy's circular defensive position was like an onion peeled layer by layer, and he could see it thoroughly.

But in Xiao Heping's eyes, the depressed land was vast and gray, and there were vaguely dancing bonfires and lighted lookout towers in the town.

"This is where the US military is stationed, and their goodies are placed in the center of this town."

"On the periphery are US infantry, firepower points, and tanks."

Xia Yuan briefly told Xiao Heping about the enemy's situation.

Xiao Heping didn't know what to do next, so he asked: "Xia Yuan, how do you want to catch your tongue?"

"It's easy to catch your tongue. The outer circle is full of tongues."

"And there, and there, and here."

Xia Yuan pointed at the dark foot of the mountain again. No matter how carefully Xiao Heping looked at it, he could not see anything. On the contrary, in Xia Yuan's eyes, a US military reconnaissance team was stationed at the places he pointed to, with a strength of approximately

Around a row.

"I saw it." Xiao Heping suddenly said: "There is a bonfire there."

Xia Yuan was stunned for a moment and looked over. There were indeed bright bonfires burning in the places he pointed to.

But he had always maintained his night vision, and the bonfire was like a hidden message in his eyes. The places he focused on were the camps of the American devils.

"Yes, those are the places where you can grab your tongue and go there. They are the reconnaissance troops of the American devils. You can also understand them as the troops responsible for the vigilance of the American devils."

"good."

Xiao Heping nodded, and it was still obvious that he looked a little nervous, "Xia Yuan, why aren't you nervous?"

Xia Yuan said with a smile: "We are facing people. Why should I be nervous? I faced big insects before."

Xiao Heping was surprised: "I really envy you. I wish I were as good at shooting as you."

Xia Yuan comforted him: "Yes, shooting skills are all fed by bullets. When you get to the battlefield, you will have time to show your skills."

"Um!"

...

The night is endless, and the US military station is silent. The trees in the bonfire are burning and beating. A US soldier is heating the hot tea in the bonfire. He is wearing a thick military coat and a cotton hat. The hot water in the teapot is

When the tea streamer is hot, use two sticks to pick it out, pour dark powder into it, take a piece out of the can and put sugar in it.

Stir gently with a small spoon, and a smile appeared on the soldier's face.

"Nothing can soothe people's soul more than hot coffee in winter. This damn weather, I hope it will be better tomorrow."

While drinking hot coffee, he suddenly seemed to hear something and raised his head to look around.

That trace of movement quietly disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.

"Damn it, this damn weather is so nerve-wracking, I must be hallucinating."

The soldier cursed loudly and began to curse the politicians in his heart.

Damn it, they can enjoy a warm fireplace and a Christmas turkey, but they can only sleep in the mountains in this damn North Korea, freezing to death and torturing their nerves.

There was a snow nest behind the station, and two long scratches extended toward the mountain, as if something had slid down the mountain.

In the snow nest, Xiao Heping clung to the cold snow, his face tense.

His body was held down by Xia Yuan's hand, which was released after a moment. Only then did Xiao Heping's tense body relax: "I was almost discovered by the enemy."

Xia Yuan nodded, indicating that he should be quieter, and raised his head to look at an outpost of the US military, which is where a US military reconnaissance platoon is stationed.

In an open space where the snow had been swept away, three tents were pitched. The tents were pulled down, and a thin layer of white snow fell on top of the tents. Apparently they had been stationed here for a while.

The three tents were in the shape of a triangle, with a pair of bonfires in the middle, stools and small tables. An American soldier was sitting on the stool, holding an iron teapot in both hands, drinking steaming coffee from the teapot.

There was also half a roasted chicken on the bonfire, snatched from the hands of the Korean people. It was roasted to a golden color and exuded an alluring aroma.

The soldier put the teapot on the table, picked up the roast chicken on the shelf and started to eat it.

"Follow me!"

Xia Yuan was already familiar with sneak attacks on this kind of station. The only difficulty at the moment was that the snow would make a crunching sound and the surroundings would be completely silent, which would inevitably attract the attention of the American soldiers.

The best way is to attack the east and attack the west.

Xia Yuan relied on his terrifying throwing ability to throw a stone in the direction opposite them.

The stone flew through the air and hit the trunk of a tree in the distance, making a thud sound that startled the soldier who was concentrating on eating roast chicken.

"who!"

He cautiously put down his weapon, grabbed the Garand rifle beside him, and aimed at the darkness in the distance.

The darkness was deathly silent, and there was no movement.

The soldier was a little worried and ran to the tree with his gun in hand to check. There was a stone embedded in the snow. It seemed that it was this thing that had just made the sound.

"What the hell!"

The soldier looked confused and walked around the trees. Except for the footprints he left in the snow, he saw no other traces.

The soldier looked at the dark forest. The wind was blowing on the treetops, like ghosts shaking. He shivered and ran to the bonfire. He felt the warm firelight cover his body, dispelling the coldness in his body and the chill in his heart.

a bit.

"God bless me!"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The soldier nodded on his heart and prayed silently.

Suddenly, he smelled an elusive smell of blood, which seemed to be emanating from the tent nearby.

The soldier's heart tightened. He looked at the dark tent and seemed to notice something moving inside. He held the gun and called the person's name: "Eric?"

"Shit! Guys, help me, I need to go to the bathroom, I'm trapped in my sleeping bag."

A low voice came from inside.

This made the soldier feel relieved, and he laughed and cursed: "Stupid guy, just wet your pants."

He put away his gun, stepped forward and opened the tent, and a bright bayonet stabbed at his neck. The bayonet, with its sticky blood, sent a chill into the soldier's neck.

"Woo!"

His pupils were dilated and his eyes were trembling, showing an incredible look.

Finally he fell to the ground unwillingly.

The bayonet was retracted from the half-hidden tent, and a pair of hands stretched out from under the barracks, grabbing the dead soldier's feet and dragging him into the barracks.

Only the flames of the campfire were dancing, the roast chicken on the table had a mouthful of teeth left, and there was still half a cup of hot coffee left.

"Walk!"

Two black figures came out of a barracks.

It's Xia Yuan and Xiao Heping.

His mind was now filled with the image of Xia Yuan doing it alone just now, lifting the quilt and slitting the American soldier's neck, cleanly and without any sloppiness. He had never seen someone kill someone so smoothly and pleasingly.

It didn't seem like killing someone, but more like performing a kind of performance art.

at the same time.

What Xia Yuan just said lingered in Xiao Heping's mind.

"To have sympathy for your enemy is to be cruel to yourself!"

This sentence strengthened his determination to hold the steel gun firmly.

"If you want to complete transformation, you must insert the bayonet into the enemy's body!"

Xia Yuan lowered his voice and opened the second tent. A warm feeling burst out from the tent.

While marching, they encountered warm sleeping bags. These soldiers slept like dead pigs. Some used their military coats as quilts to cover their bodies, while others simply covered their heads and slept soundly. The sound of snoring in the camp was loud.

, not disturbed at all by the slightest movement outside.

Xia Yuan nodded to Xiao Heping and signaled him to start taking action.

Xiao Heping was obviously hesitant when he killed someone for the first time. Xia Yuan taught him a lot, especially how to defeat the enemy with one blow.

Just use a sharp bayonet to slit the enemy's neck.

Turning to look at Xia Yuan's indifferent eyes, Xiao Heping took a deep breath.

It's hard to imagine that this is sixteen-year-old Xia Yuan.
To be continued...