Under the cold sunshine, Henri Maupassant's army moved slowly.

One month is a short time, and in order to improve the efficiency of the operation, the officer in charge of this expedition decided to carry out the two tasks of 'reconnaissance' and 'movement' at the same time.

The sound of the soles of their feet stepping on the snow constantly echoed in the ears of every Gallic soldier. The thick snow caused every step of their feet to directly cover up half of their calves, which made every soldier

The soldiers clearly felt the difficulty of marching in the snow.

However, they didn't know that in such a hilly area covered with snow, pairs of eyes were already staring at them...

After nightfall, the soldiers gathered around the fire, drinking hot soup, and wondering in their hearts when these days would be over.

On the outside of the camp, under the cover of night, figures that almost blended into the surrounding snow were quietly approaching the area.

A snow-white figure flashed quickly outside, attracting the attention of the soldier guarding the outside of the camp.

After the soldier rubbed his eyes, he spoke in Gallic to another soldier on duty next to him...

"It seemed like something flashed by just now. I'll go over and take a look."

Another soldier who heard this frowned, then glanced at the snow outside, and said cautiously...

"I'll go with you."

There was no ambiguity. The two soldiers turned on the flashlights they carried at the same time. The soldier who spoke first walked in front, while the cautious soldier followed five or six steps behind.

There is no moon tonight. After moving a little away from the camp, the surrounding light has obviously become a bit dimmer. The cold wind blowing is like a knife, which makes people's skin sore. It makes the soldier walking in front

I couldn't help but shrink my neck. This feeling was really uncomfortable.

The light provided by the flashlight quickly swept across the snow in front of him, as if he had discovered something. The soldier walking in front said quickly...

"Hey, Pad, come and see this..."

While speaking, the soldier subconsciously turned back to look at his partner, only to find that there was no one behind him.

Pad, who was supposed to be following him, disappeared silently...

This situation obviously shocked the soldier. He opened his mouth and subconsciously called Padre's name.

As a result, before the words were spoken, there was a sudden "whoosh" sound in the air with the whistling cold wind. The soldier opened his mouth and finally only made a "cough" sound. The sound was very soft.

, it felt as if something was stuck in his throat and was about to be coughed out.

And this is indeed the case.

Almost in the next second, a large amount of blood foam mixed with blood overflowed from the soldier's mouth, and finally he fell heavily to the snow with a 'pop'.

Returning to the calm snow again, two snow-white figures slowly appeared. They were the white fox clan among the northern tribes of Wanjie Civilization.

The two fox men stood in two different directions.

The fox man who was closer quickly disposed of the body of the Gallic soldier and walked another ten meters in the opposite direction. Soon, the soldier named Pad appeared.

In his sight.

Of course, what appears is a corpse...

This Gallic soldier named Pad was shot through the throat by another fox-man with a clean arrow from behind!

At this moment, the plan of these two fox guerrillas was undoubtedly clear.

One person is responsible for attracting the opponent's attention, while the other person is in the opposite direction, using a bow and arrow to silently kill the two soldiers from behind.

It has to be said that at this stage, the value of bows and arrows, as assassination weapons, cannot be replaced by firearms.

At the same moment, the same drama was being played around the Gallic army's camp. The guards placed around the camp were quickly cleared away by the fox guerrillas one after another.

One cordon after another, the Gallic camp was basically destroyed, and it was almost in an undefended state.

In the snow, the main force, which had been waiting not far away, quickly rushed out.

Each of them holds a rifle in his hand and wears light-colored combat uniforms. They do not need any flashlight equipment and can still see normally even in the snow late at night.

This is none other than the Northern Special Forces, the Snow Wolf Commando, headed by White Wolf Chief Wade!

Due to special physical reasons, they generally do not participate in battles in other areas, and are only responsible for tasks in the northern border and bitter cold lands.

But this time, it gave them a chance to show off their talents.

Among the wolf clan, the white wolf clan also belongs to the tall and powerful type. Their burly physique makes them more "reckless" in their actions.

After all, the folk customs in the north are not something that can only be achieved in a day or two.

After quickly passing through the outposts, they approached the main camp of the Gallic army without saying a word. As soon as they came up, a round of high-explosive grenades were thrown!

The astonishing series of explosions completely broke the tranquility of the night. The dwarf's local specialties exploded in a particularly gorgeous way this night, bringing with them their warmest greetings.

In the light of the explosion, Wade, who threw two more high-explosive grenades, quickly let out a wolf howl...

"Advance the entire army! Annihilate them!!"

A grand party with guns and ammunition flying was staged in the late-night camp of the Gallic army.

The main theme of gunshots and explosions, coupled with the accompaniment of frightened screams, quickly pushed this grand party to its climax!

Several sentries placed outside were all killed silently, leaving them defenseless before the Snow Wolf Commando soldiers rushed into their faces.

Wade led a group of subordinates to advance all the way. In the hail of bullets, he was not afraid at all. For the pure men in the north, taking two bullets was nothing to worry about!

This night attack operation can be said to be very successful.

On a high ground, Hill, wearing a double-breasted military coat, lightly pressed the brim of his big-brimmed hat, looking at the fire in the camp in the distance with a pair of ice-blue eyes. At this moment

, the face of the city lord of Winter City has a kind of indifference that he has everything under control.

"That's almost it. The other side's soldiers have begun to organize a counterattack. After two more waves, they will send out signal flares to tell Wade and others to retreat."

After speaking, Hill directly threw the telescope in his hand to the adjutant standing aside, and then walked down the hill without looking back, because for Hill, there was no need to watch the next battle.

It is necessary to go down.
Chapter completed!