A head suddenly appeared on the edge of a clump of grass near the shore.
The clear black and white eyes glowed like an eagle.
After carefully observing the surroundings to ensure it was safe, the head slowly moved toward the shore.
Finally, he stood up beside the pile of rocks by the water.
This person is none other than George "The Vulture" who had been on the run all night.
He slowly got out of the water, carefully controlling his steps so as not to make too much water noise, and moved towards the shore step by step.
Finally, he came to the big tree, looked around to make sure no one was around, then got into the bushes nearby, took out the GPS, opened it, pulled out the map, took out the waterproof map, and started comparing.
Experienced veterans will do this.
It is said that with the high-precision military GPS locator, physical maps are no longer of much use.
It's just that electronic instruments will malfunction or make mistakes anyway. Only by comparing it with the physical map and then comparing it with the terrain can the most accurate position be confirmed 100%.
On the military map, different areas are divided into grids.
This is why in military circles we often refer to area X or region.
Because these grids themselves have this function, they can quickly point to a specific large-scale area, making it easier to command operations without the need for precise coordinate calibration.
After checking his position, "Vulture" George re-route to Meng Nai and then emerged from the bushes again.
From here to reach Meng Nai, you only need to walk another 9.5 kilometers of mountain road.
Now victory is in sight.
He couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
His tactical plan of attacking in the east and attacking in the west seemed to be working.
Those soldiers from country D should be deployed to areas 3 and 5 at this time.
He only needs to go to Area 8 to meet up with the team that came to pick him up. With their help, he is expected to be able to leave Country D before tonight.
There is something strange about him.
He originally thought that it would be very difficult to escape the roundup tonight, because of the people from country Z who had fought against each other near the port.
The other party's strength still makes him a little scared when he thinks about it.
Originally, I prepared three sets of plans to deal with emergencies.
Unexpectedly, after using one set, I actually got out of trouble.
Why are those people from country Z so stupid?
This was beyond his expectation.
No matter what, if you can escape, it's a victory. No one wants to die here.
With the help of night vision goggles, the "Vulture" moved toward the junction point as quickly as possible in the jungle.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a helicopter in the distance.
This startled him, and he quickly got under the tangled roots of the towering tree nearby, and then used the ghillie suit to cover himself as much as possible.
The military of country D actually dispatched helicopters to search here, which is a bit surprising.
Did you find yourself here?
Hearing the sound of the propeller fade away, he breathed a sigh of relief again.
It seems that he has not found himself.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard rustling footsteps.
This rustling sound is not only the sound of feet stepping on the ground, but also the slight movement of clothes brushing against plants.
Someone is coming.
Encountering soldiers from country D here, "Vulture"'s originally excited mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
It's not that no one is on guard here, there is.
Judging from the speed at which the sound approached, the other party was walking very slowly, but his steps were very light.
This is a typical search formation.
He could tell that there were about four or five people there.
Originally, George did not want to have a head-on conflict with these people. After all, he was fighting alone. He could hide as much as possible to avoid conflicts and expose his whereabouts.
But the direction they were heading in made the killer murderous.
Because from the map, there is a single-plank bridge ahead, spanning a mountain stream, about ten meters long.
Although I don't know what the actual situation is, since it is a single-plank bridge, these D country soldiers must have guarded the bridge in the past.
After all, this is a place where one man is in control and no one can access it. No officer would be stupid enough to turn a blind eye to such a key position.
If these search team soldiers guard the single-plank bridge, it means they have to take a detour.
The detour requires walking at least 5 kilometers more on mountain roads.
Don't underestimate this 5-kilometer mountain road. Not only does it consume a lot of physical energy, but the worst thing is that it delays the time to leave the control area of the ZF army.
If it's going to be dawn today, it will be detrimental to yourself if it really gets to dawn.
be quick!
Use the fastest speed to escape from the ZF army-controlled area and enter the Meng Nai area.
"Sorry, since you are blocking the road, don't blame me for being rude..."
"Vulture" was muttering to himself as he checked the silencer tubes on the equipment and guns.
The footsteps had already passed the big tree where he was, heading towards the single-plank bridge.
At this time, the D Army officer leading the team did not seem to realize that the danger was behind him, nor did he expect that the killer who had been chasing him all night was hiding under the roots of a big tree about a few meters away to his right.
He looked at his watch and saw that time was a little tight.
So, he turned around and made a gesture to his subordinates to stop advancing and move closer to me.
When everyone gathered around, he whispered: "Don't leave while searching. The single-plank bridge is less than three hundred meters ahead. Let's run over. After all, our mission is to guard the bridge."
One soldier asked: "Maybe that guy has already passed."
The leading officer said: "Ignore him, we just carry out the order. It is also a good thing for us not to encounter him. That guy is not easy to deal with."
After saying that, as soon as he stood up, before the others could get up, they heard a dull popping sound in the air.
Two bullets were fired at the leading officer at the same time.
One hit the head and one hit the neck.
There was no scream, just a muffled groan.
The officer fell straight to the ground and became cold immediately.
The reaction of the other team members was actually quite quick, and they immediately rolled on the spot into the nearby bushes, not caring about any tactical moves. They were all subconscious life-saving moves.
But it's too late.
Following a burst of intense gunfire, three more people fell.
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The last remaining member of the team was so frightened that he raised his hand and shot.
As for where the enemy is?
Not sure...
It's just a straight shot.
Carrying out such fan-shaped sweeps at critical moments cannot be said to be completely useless.
But the effect is minimal.
I emptied a magazine and didn't seem to hear any movement.
He quickly pressed the release button, released the empty magazine, and wanted to replace it with a new magazine.
I just don’t know why, but my hands are trembling a little. The magazine that usually takes less than a second to pull out didn’t twitch after three pulls, as if it had grown on the magazine bag.
He was sweating heavily and his heart was beating fast.
This silent massacre is the most deterrent.
There were no harsh gunshots or fierce exchanges of fire.
Just a few pops and the person died.
It's that simple, it's that crude, it's that cruel.
Finally, the magazine was finally pulled out and inserted into the gun. After releasing the empty magazine and hanging the gun, the bullet was loaded.
He leaned against the big tree, took a deep breath, and then slowly stretched out his gun from the right side, trying to see where the guy who attacked his unit and killed several comrades was.
Even, at the moment when he poked his head, he was still lucky - maybe the other party was gone.
After all, he is only one person and doesn't want to get entangled with himself.
As a result, he saw nothing.
It was quiet all around.
I heard the chirping of insects.
I heard the call of an unknown bird.
But there were no groans from several of his teammates.
It seems that they are all dead, completely dead.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his face and looked at it for a while, but there was still no movement.
"Buddha bless..."
He was secretly relieved.
It seems that the opponent just made a one-time sneak attack and ran away after the sneak attack.
He slowly retracted the gun and leaned against the tree trunk again.
When he turned around, he suddenly saw a black shadow appear in front of him.
I don't know when I touched his back, just three meters away. In my hand was a camouflaged gun wrapped in camouflage cloth and equipped with a silencer. In the field of view of the night vision device, black shadows were all over his body.
It has a slightly light green color and looks particularly weird.
His mentality suddenly collapsed, he smiled bitterly and tried to lift the gun as quickly as possible.
puff--
A tongue of flame protruded from the gun in the shadow's hand.
A bullet hole appeared between the eyebrows of the poor team member, and a ball of paste and bone fragments spurted out from the back of his head. He hit the tree trunk and knocked his head, tilting his head, and died.
The shadow stepped forward, took the gun out of the soldier's hand, and looked at the soldier's armband.
Then he sneered: "Boy Scout."
As soon as the words fell, the black shadow turned and disappeared into the darkness, disappearing into the jungle.
…
On the helicopter, Li Zheng was fully armed, wearing a ghillie suit, hanging his SRS-A1 bullpup sniper rifle, and holding a night vision reconnaissance device in his hand to look at the ground.
Soon, the helicopter arrived at a cliff above a waterfall.
The geology here is rocky, so there are no trees.
When a helicopter lands in the jungle, it must either rappel or find a relatively flat and open place to land.
This time the pilot chose to land directly.
There is a large open space above the waterfall, because there is a cliff below, so it is very open and can be landed.
The co-pilot turned back to Li Zheng and the others, shouting and gesturing: "We're here! Get off!"
The helicopter did not land completely, but slowly lowered to a height of about one meter above the ground in a hovering state.
It can be seen that this pilot's skills are still passable.
Hovering close to the ground is not a simple matter. If done improperly, it can easily cause airflow and cause a crash. Those who can do this are highly skilled and brave.
Li Zheng, Wei Dapeng and others jumped off the plane one by one, quickly spread out in a semicircle, and squatted on the ground to guard.
The helicopter slowly lifted up and turned around in mid-air to return to the original route.
"I have a proposal!" Li Zheng said to Wei Dapeng: "You stay here, I will go into the jungle alone to find the 'Vulture'."
"Are you crazy?! This is not the time for your personal heroism!" Wei Dapeng immediately denied: "I don't agree! If this is the case, why do you still want us to come here?!"
Li Zheng said: "You also have something to do. You have brought the drones. You can establish an advanced reconnaissance point here, release all the drones, provide me with backup and provide me with intelligence. If necessary, you can use the drones."
Support me!"
Wei Dapeng said: "There is no need for so many people to operate the drone, just Bai Guang and Ran Wei!"
Li Zheng said: "Listen to me! In jungle warfare, you are no match for the 'Vulture', that guy is a ruthless character!"
Wei Dapeng was unconvinced: "You're looking down on me, right?!"
Li Zheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yes."
The words were so direct that it was difficult for Wei Dapeng to refute.
What Li Zheng said is true.
During these years of working in the field, due to the nature of the work, there was basically no systematic military training. I just often went to the local shooting range to practice shooting.
But for someone like Li Zheng, who has been training in a hellish system all year round, it's really not good enough.
Li Zheng saw that Wei Dapeng was embarrassed, so he expressed his difficulties: "I don't want to see people sacrifice anymore, understand? If you follow me, or a few people follow me, to be honest, I will have to distract myself from taking care of you.
That's half the result with twice the result. If you act as my eyes here, I can find him quickly and bring him back."
Wei Dapeng thought for a while and could only nod: "Okay!"
Then he reached out and grabbed Li Zheng's arm.
"Old Zhao! Promise me to come back safely!"
Li Zheng smiled and nodded: "Don't worry! I can handle it!"
After saying that, he partially covered the hood of the ghillie suit, pulled up the camouflage scarf to cover his face, pulled down the night vision goggles, turned around and walked into the jungle like a cheetah.