's Shocking Thorns

In the early morning, the dense jungle was faintly emitting white mist, but compared with the Shangganling position opposite, the mist here seemed much lighter.

The northern high ground on the opposite side seemed to have been blown down by a layer of 537.7, with black and yellow smoke rolled up on it. The smoke filled the sky. It seemed as if a demon opened his ugly face and watched the humble humans kill each other with a grim smile.

Frant let out a sigh of relief. As long as he walked onto the battlefield, he would have a strong desire to kill. He seemed to be a natural warrior. As long as he went onto the battlefield, he would be a demon on the battlefield. Any enemy would turn into a corpse before his eyes.

Shaking his head, Frant's cold gaze was lifeless. He looked at the north of 537.7, and then looked at the South Korean soldiers and American soldiers charging upwards all over the mountains. He showed strong disdain on his face.

Too incompetent, these soldiers are too incompetent. Whether it is South Korean soldiers or their proud American soldiers, they can't catch this small high ground with several times their troops?

Frant felt that he should be sad for these soldiers. These people should not be called warriors, they should be called cannon fodder, yes! They should be called cannon fodder. They have poor tactics and self-concealed actions. In Frant's eyes, he could hit anyone in the attack with just one shot.

Do they also want to occupy the Volunteer Army's position with such an impact or such an attack? It really disappointed him.

Frant even thought that if he had personally used a gun to attack the volunteers' positions, he would dare to say that he would have the ability to have the US military or a platoon from South Korea.

Unfortunately, Frant could only suppress the extremely impulsive desire in his heart. He knew that his mission was not there, but around this command. Who let him enter the army of the Ministry of Internal Affairs? Who asked him to protect the people was General Van Variett?

This person is the person who needs protection the most in the US military camp except General Clark, and Frant understands very clearly that if General Van Variett has an accident, then this is definitely the biggest scandal in the world.

From Colonel Bob's mouth Frant knew that there was a "devil warrior" in the Volunteer Army. When he heard this name, Frant would strangely feel that his blood was hot all over his body. He seemed to feel that he might have a life-and-death battle with this "devil warrior".

Don't doubt this intuition. As a sniper, intuition is really too important. Frante is a little excited, but more of the urge to kill.

Colonel Bob once said how powerful the ‘Devil Warrior’ is, and that he is the greatest warrior in the Chinese army!

But how wonderful would it be if the "Devil Warrior" fell under his gun? This beauty was like Frant rushed to the Japanese base camp alone and sniped the man he was going to kill under the eyelids of the Kogi Army Command.

That time, he felt so excited that he could not do anything to himself. After killing the enemy commander, he sneaked back silently. Then he went to a guru expatriate home and killed all the men in the family, leaving only a woman in her thirties and a girl in her teens. Then he vented his heart's content on the two women.

Frant remembered that time he was so excited and so intoxicated that whenever he thrust, he felt like he was firing a bullet. It was a wonderful feeling. The beautiful woman in her teens was extremely compact, which made him scream excitedly while picking up the bayonet and stabbing it hard on the girl.

The girl cried, the woman begged for mercy, and there was still blood on the ground, and there was nowhere to be the dead man with anger in his eyes. Originally, this should be an extremely terrifying scene, but Frant felt extremely excited and had a high temperament. He finally reached orgasm in the women's screams and howls, and then he killed both women without hesitation.

He just killed a family of wood people. I heard that these wood dwarfs did not do anything good in Southeast Asia and China back then. After doing all this, Frant would never feel any guilt. He only felt that murderous intent in his heart had finally calmed down a little. He was like a poisonous snake full of food, and then lurked again, waiting for the next attack.

If... what if...can face this time with this "devil warrior" and kill this "devil warrior"? Then Frant was wondering how he should vent his desire for conquest like a demon in his heart?

Well, it’s the South Korean house in the villa behind. When General Van Vertree visited the 31st Division Operations Department the day before yesterday, Frant remembered seeing a plump Korean woman in that village. The woman had a charming look, and looked at Van Vertree as if she was about to drip out of water.

However, the old man was not interested in her, so the woman finally walked away with some hatred. But what she didn't expect was that she did not tease the old man Van Vritte's "sexual interest" made Frant who was standing next to Van Vritte very moved. When the woman twisted her big butt and passed by him, Frant actually felt that she was hard.

At that time, Frant's heart secretly swears, I want this woman, and soon I want her to surrender to my crotch. Thinking of this, the cells in Frant's mind were immediately extremely active.

Come on! ‘Devil Warrior’, I’ll be waiting for you here!

Come on! Assassinate the old man behind, a lieutenant general in the US military. Such a big official, won’t you still be moved?

While thinking about this, a very bad feeling suddenly surged into my heart. It was an indescribable feeling, just like a tiger passing by the mountains and forests, but suddenly smelled the same kind of breath.

This is my territory. Who will come to challenge authority?

Subconsciously, Frant turned his gaze. Near his vigilant command post, he had already seen the 800-meter terrain clearly. At the same time, he also used his own experience to judge where there were positions around this highland that were suitable for a sniper to snipe General Van Variett.

Colonel Bob once told Frant that he saw a sniper descending from the northern highland of 537.7, which might be detrimental to General Van Van Vreett, so Frant must kill all this unfavorable factor in the cradle. This is his responsibility and his glory, because he is the authority in this regard.

In the highlands around VanVleet, Frant knew that there were six team members who controlled the high point. These sniper soldiers were brothers who lived and died with Frant. Their personal abilities were not that top-notch, but they could still play a role in the defense of ordinary enemies coming in.

After observing three positions, Frant believes that if the Chinese army snipers want to snipe General Van Variett, one is just below the barracks, and there is a post there that just chains the passage up the mountain, then if someone guards there, everyone on the road can be killed.

Of course, if it was Frant, he would definitely be the first to go in this direction, because everyone knows that Van Vritte's car is parked at the gate of the command. Once Van Vritte wants to leave, he must get on a special military vehicle and then follow the road to the rear. So as long as you keep this road, Van Vritte will take the bait sooner or later.

Because there are six blockers in the other direction of the highway to observe the movements around at any time, Frant ignored it when he takes possession, so he focused all his attention on this side of the highway.

At this time, the bad feeling came from the road. Frant was shocked and subconsciously turned around and glanced coldly. The cold light like a poisonous snake was like lightning, carrying a terrifying pressure.

This kind of pressure was not caused by Frant, but after many life and death kills, Frant formed a subconscious behavior over time. Frant remembered very clearly that one day when he killed several enemies because he was very alert because he fought on the battlefield, he suddenly came to him, a comrade in a naval commando.

At that time, Frante didn't know that his comrades were approaching him, and he just thought it was an enemy, so he suddenly turned around and raised the sniper rifle in his hand. At the same time, his venomous eyes glared at the companion. Frante clearly remembered that under his stare, the US Navy commando had the honor of escaping death. Frante did not shoot, but his glare made his comrades look as if he had seen a demon so scared that he sat on the ground and didn't recover for a long time. Later, according to him and other naval commandoes, he felt that the god of death was glaring at him, as if something was wrong, and he would be killed by the god of death.

Because, since then, Frant has another scary nickname, that is, God of Death!

However, today, someone came to challenge authority in the realm of Death? Frant did not have to think about it, and his gaze swept over, and then he saw a team of military vehicles passing by the highway he had been paying attention to.

Then, when Frant was about to feel that the bad aura came from there, he suddenly realized that the same aura had disappeared?

Disappear? No see? Impossible?

This is Frant's first consciousness. In his subconscious, the so-called similar type is of course a sniper with the same threat as him. There is a sniper? But it suddenly disappeared. How is this possible? The intuition on the battlefield made Frant alert all of a sudden!

"What is this convoy doing? They want to go to the ground?"

Frant stepped forward and looked at a US sentry beside him with confusion and asked. The sentry was a soldier of the 31st US Infantry Division. His goal was to guard the command post. Anyone who passed by here must check his ID to ensure the safety of General Van Van Vreet. Relatively speaking, since he was a member of the 31st Division, he was very familiar with the situation around the camp.

"Report to Lieutenant, this is a convoy that sent shells to our artillery group of the 31st Division and the artillery positions of the 2nd Division of South Korea!"

The soldiers looked at the lieutenant with a respectful look. There were not many lieutenants in the US army, but there were quite a few who were so young. Frant seemed to be thirty years old and he was already a lieutenant.

But taking it for granted, the reason why the soldiers respected the most was not only Frante, but the military uniform he wore, and the special unit number on his uniform, which means that he is one of the most brave and good combat troops of the US military, a lieutenant in the US Navy Commando, which is equivalent to the level of lieutenant colonel in ordinary troops.

However, what the soldiers felt most was that even though these US Navy commandos had a high evaluation among soldiers, they were worthy of their identity. At least they were kept in the US military, from the landing in Normandy to the capture of Sicily, and East African special operations, there were legends of US Navy Commando everywhere. Any US military was proud to be able to enter the US Navy Commando training camp. Although the selection in the US Navy Commando was so strict that it was only 100 miles away, all US military still aimed at entering the US Navy Commando training camp, because that means that even if they were finally out of the training camp, he would get a promotion opportunity in their camp soon after.

“Where is their destination?”

However, Frant was not disturbed by this American soldier who had the desire to "chase stars". Even the worship in his eyes was too common for Frante. He would not care, nor did he think about paying attention.

"Report to the Lieutenant, our artillery position is behind the small highland. In order to prevent the limited artillery bombing of the Chinese Communist army, we put him on the hillside of the back mountain, where we have cleared a larger flat ground."

The soldier answered Frant's words in a meticulous manner, wishing to tell Frant everything he knew.

"Why didn't the checkpoints at the foot of the mountain check them?"

Fran then noticed another section and asked the American soldiers again.

"Lieutenant, this is all old habit. Besides, the battle is tense now, and the artillery positions seem to be in urgent need of shells!"

The soldier seemed to have been accustomed to this situation, and he said verbally: "Besides, the convoys we transported from the rear were large numbers of guards sent by our army in front and behind the vehicles. They were all of them. The Chinese Communist army could not get involved even if they wanted to, let alone the People's Army of North Korea!"

"Oh, so that's the case?"

When communicating with the soldiers, Frant was actually not full of energy here, but instead he stared at the military vehicles with his eyes. He looked over one by one, as if he wanted to see through each vehicle.

Unfortunately, Frant did not have a perspective, and the sudden loss of vigilance in his heart made him unable to reposition that breath. Maybe it was not in the car, but in the grass opposite?

Perhaps, it is more likely that it is an illusion, maybe I was too nervous just now?

Frant shook his head, and he had to subconsciously restrain his mind, and then Cai carefully felt the surroundings. The breath was really gone, as if he could no longer feel another murderous intent like a beast, or concentrating his mind.

"Okay, soldier, please stand guard here, but I suggest you get closer to your location, right...it's there, stand in front of the highway. If you find anything wrong, I suggest you report to me immediately. Do you think you can?"

In just a moment, the convoy had left. Frant indeed saw that among the first military car, several US soldiers were sitting in the cab in the first leading car, and the cloaks were all put down since his car, and the cloaks of each car were tied tightly, without any signs of being moved. At the same time, there were about seven or eight US soldiers sitting in the last car, and they were the guards guarding the convoy.

The guards didn't look very relaxed, they sat there in great spirits, their eyes scanning the convoy, and they didn't seem to have any problems.

In this case, Frant could only attribute his own carelessness. He glanced at the sentry beside him and found that the boy was actually leaning on a big tree before he asked, casually guarding, which was not conducive to their overall defense. So Frant frowned and gave the soldier some appropriate suggestions.

"Yes, Lieutenant! I know I'm wrong, I will do better! Please forgive me!"

Uh, is it just a suggestion? Hearing Frante's words, the American soldier's face turned pale. To put it nicely, it was a suggestion, but he didn't listen to it. God knows what these proud US Navy commandos will do in the future. Thinking of this, the soldiers couldn't help but burst into tears. The US Navy commandos' privileges in the army are better than some military police. Anyway, the US military police, who had a headache when they saw it, were beaten by the US Navy commandos because the military police believed that the US Navy commandos were not in a state of disguise.

I don't know whether the soldiers were sanctioned, but he knew that it was, after the military police who said these words, their military appearance could not be sanctioned. Two were seriously injured, and one was disabled when he heard it. Later, the matter was sued to the military court, but the facts were finally left unresolved. Any American soldier knew that the naval commando members in front of him were all killing gods, and they could not afford to offend them.

"Very good, just look at it, I'll go there and take a look!"

Although the vigilance in his heart disappeared, Frant did not really relax his vigilance. The keen sixth sense was originally a survival instinct that a sniper must rely on. When this feeling appeared, Frant did not think he should give up so easily, so he decided to go to the perimeter of the road and take a closer look.

The soldier watched him walk along the way in panic, taking it for granted that his guards were much more decent now, and Frant felt a little satisfied.

The road winds up. In the early morning, although the barracks below were in chaos, they still seemed very quiet on the small high ground. Frant was walking on the road, standing in the middle of the road and watching around. He found that this place was really a perfect place for snipers. If Van Vritte walked out of here, as long as he sat in the car, he might be targeted by Chinese military snipers.

What makes Frante a headache is that the Guohui highway is relatively unblocked by any plants and trees. Almost a sniper location can be found within five meters of this radius. How can this place be guarded? This makes Frante a little overwhelmed!

Perhaps, if General Van Van Vreett is leaving in a while, then he can't go this way at all!

Frant thought so, of course he would then go to Colonel Bob to make his own suggestions, and this path was too suitable for the enemy's ambush.

Frant thought this way, of course he decided to do this, so he felt it again and observed the road around. When he still didn't feel any threatening aura or possibility, he began to walk back. After all, he was still allowed to defend his main force near the command post. Who knows whether the perverted "devil warrior" of the Chinese army could break through the other six sniper warriors and come to the command post? Not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid that if, then Frant and the three soldiers in his hands are the last line of defense around General Van Variett, and this line of defense must not be lost.

However, something strange happened again. Frant looked at the back mountain strangely. He actually felt that there seemed to be a critical existence there, what attracted him?

Moreover, Frant felt that he seemed to smell blood, as if there was a bloody battle today, or was there something there that made him feel scared?

Frant's eyes suddenly became sharp again. In the confused eyes of the American soldier beside him, Frant was like a leopard who had discovered his prey. His hair suddenly stood up and then stared at the back mountain tightly.

No, something must be wrong, and this direction is also the position of the artillery position mentioned by the guard soldiers just now, that is, the final destination of the army. What will happen?

Frant felt uneasy all over his body, as if there was an indescribable threat waiting for him!

What is it? Who is it?

How could I give me such a bad feeling? Frant's eyes finally showed a hint of doubt, and then he thought, was it that "devil warrior"? No, I want to go and have a look!

Driven by this inexplicable danger, Frant was not afraid, only excited, because this feeling made him very comfortable and extremely familiar. Perhaps only when he truly reached the situation where he felt threatening and dangerous would he stimulate all the fighting will in his body.

While feeling the danger, Frant began to run up the mountain. While running, he looked at the terrain on the small high ground. He could see at a glance that although he could not aim directly at the command center on this small high ground, it would still be quite easy to ambush and kill people and objects on the road.

There are at least five positions above this small highland to perfectly kill here, but what puzzled Frant was that he observed all five positions and found no clues. The only thing that made him look over and feel something was wrong. It seemed that there was a strange movement in the bushes there, when he raised his gun and looked at it vigilantly again, he found a pheasant leisurely coming out of there.

This little thing was not brave enough. Maybe Frant was still very far away from it, so the little guy looked at him with a strange look. Only after he found Frant raised his gun, the guy seemed to have run away quickly in shock.

The matter was so strange. Seeing this scene, Frant couldn't help but feel very surprised again. From the movements of this pheasant, it can be seen that there should be nothing to threaten this pheasant, which means that there will be no enemy at the top of this small highland, so this pheasant will behave so calmly.

Because Frant, who is well aware of jungle combat, knows that if there is a sniper on this hill, he may be able to hide from ordinary soldiers, but he will definitely not hide from these animals that are born with keen feelings. Survival is the nature of any animal. If you feel danger, you will escape as quickly as possible. This is the instinct of any animal's desire to save life, let alone these animals, who are the lowest-end animals in the food chain, have a keen sense of sensory sensitivity.
To be continued...