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Chapter 103 On an Unexpected Mission

Half a month later.

On a hill near the frozen river valley, there are thick red pine trees with trunks more than ten meters high. A sniper and an observer are hidden among the branches and leaves. They are a standard two-person sniper combat team. The biting cold wind blows, and the two people's resolute expressions remain motionless.

Like clay statues, Group C camped out for half a month to rest and eat, so that the elite sniper team was responsible for the vigilance, even though they knew there was no danger.

The C group led by Yang Chen has already regarded the training of survival in the wild under extreme conditions as actual combat, because they are elite warriors who are always prepared for the coming war.

Next to the frozen river valley, Yang Chen set up a fire stove with a few stones, collected flammable dry branches and leaves, unscrewed the warhead of a bullet, inserted a piece of fuse, and then stepped on the cartridge case inserted into the fuse.

Use the sharp tip of the dagger to push the end of the cartridge case, the primer explodes and ignites the fuse, which in turn ignites dry grass branches.

The most basic method of making fire for survival in the wild, Yang Chen can do it with his eyes closed. The flames rise, and a military rice vat is set up next to the simple stove. The ice water inside slowly melts and boils, and then the meat of birds and rabbits is put in.

Sprinkle some salt and end up eating it half-cooked.

The cruel training of a sharp blade is beyond the imagination of outsiders. Having water to drink and meat to eat is already quite nourishing for Yang Chen.

A sniper team and a path exploration team were sent out. The remaining nine people by the river valley were cooking and eating silently. Zhao Yang, No. 7 of Group C, a 27-year-old young man who loved singing military songs, looked at the rolling mountains and vast forest sea, and at his comrades.

Watching him give birth bit by bit for half a month

The admiring young captain was moved by the scene and hummed: "If we are abandoned by the goddess of fate, if we can never return to our hometown, if bullets end our lives, if we cannot escape, then at least we are loyal warriors."

The lyrics sung in German are majestic.

Yang Chen didn't understand German, so based on the familiar melody hummed by Zhao Yang, he thought about what song this boy was singing.

Fifty or sixty years ago, one of the most powerful armored forces on the European continent sang this war song and attacked several countries. They were invincible until they reached the city of Leningrad.

The saddest war song, butchers, sinners, and murderers, no matter how many heavy crimes their souls bear after death, they are still warriors respected by people from all walks of life decades later.

"Don't sing such a sad song. We are not the First Division of the German SS Panzer Division. We will never be defeated and will not die in a hail of bullets." Yang Chen, who was sitting on the floor, patted Zhao Yang on the shoulder and drank the last sip from the rice bowl, which was tasteless.

of broth, stood up and looked around at a group of military heroes.

His expression was resolute and impeccable, but there was an uncontrollable sadness in his heart. He witnessed many comrades making tragic sacrifices, becoming unsung heroes of the Republic, and even having their bodies buried in a foreign country. At this moment, he sincerely hoped that these people in front of him would live well.

Take off this military uniform alive.

"Captain, there's a situation."

Just when Yang Chen was silent, a clear voice came from the headset. He frowned and made a gesture, and everyone moved quickly to prepare for battle.

Yang Chen led people to the scene of the accident. They found a bear den that had been dug out in the forest. A big female bear and two cubs were skinned and cut into pieces. The scene was extremely bloody and horrific. The hibernating bears were physically fit and alert.

The sex is extremely low, making it the easiest for poachers to get their hands on, and they can make a whole nest out of it.

"It's so miserable. If you catch someone, you have to slap him in the face."

"Stop talking nonsense, look for traces, and pull them out of the mountains and forests."

Yang Chen glanced at Zhao Yang, who was filled with indignation, and plunged into the jungle, as fast and agile as a wolf, full of murderous intent.

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The hinterland of the Xing'an Mountains is not all covered by woods. There are valleys, ravines, grasslands, streams, and a leeward mountain nest. Two simple tents have been set up. Outside the tents, more than a dozen men in different clothes are sitting or squatting.

They carelessly gnawed dry food and dried meat, talked and joked, behaved and talked in a vulgar manner, just like a group of vulgar and careless bourgeois women who pay attention to elegance and style. When they met this group of men, they probably had to resist the urge to vomit and ran away.

In order to keep out the cold, everyone wore bulging bags and wore fur hats made of rabbit and mink fur, which were bulky and bulky.

In winter, the sky starts to dim at four o'clock in the afternoon, and the cold gets worse.

There is no campfire for heating in the campground, nor can one be used. The climate is dry in winter, and the old forest is full of dead branches and leaves. A gust of wind can bring up sparks that can cause an uncontrollable wildfire. Veterans who go into the mountains to prospect for wealth are very cautious.

, even in the hinterland of Xing'anling, which is beyond the reach of the government, we still proceed with caution to minimize the risk factor.

The only man who remained silent was called Zhao Sancai. This group of men had thin heads and thin cheeks, which could be described as sharp mouths and monkey cheeks. Their bodies of about 120 kilograms were covered with a very rustic sheepskin coat, so they looked like the others.

Zhao Sancai, who is also bloated and in his early thirties, has been in the mountains for eight consecutive winters. He is rich in experience and ruthless.

Despite the fact that they were all desperadoes with knives licking blood and soft-heartedness, the rest of them did not dare to offend Zhao Sancai, who seemed to be a vulgar village man. When he looked at anyone with squinted eyes, he would feel guilty and fearful, and would kill animals.

The ferocity with which he kills people is truly frightening.

There are too many beasts to kill, but there are not many human lives. Three, in a fight between black and white, if you don't kill, others will kill you. Therefore, Zhao Sancai, who is considered ruthless in the eyes of everyone, never thinks that he has done anything wrong or is unscrupulous. All for the sake of

Survive, in order to make money, people will be destroyed if they don’t do it for themselves!

He squatted and finished smoking a cigarette, then looked back at the two iron sledges beside the tent. The sledges were stacked with snakeskin bags stuffed with goodies, stained with blood. Tomorrow, he would bring the things to the mountain pass of 35 kilometers, and the corresponding ones.

The cars are reunited and shipped out, and they can make a lot of money. The price on the domestic black market is four thousand for a bear paw, nearly ten thousand for a wolf skin, and even higher prices for bear skin, deer skin, mink skin, and fox skin.

Zhao Sancai silently calculated how much he should take and how much his brothers should share. He could not arouse resentment or give an extra cent or cent.

The burly man next to Zhao Sancai also looked back at the thing on the iron sledge, clicked his tongue twice, and said unwillingly: "Boss, if we stay a few more days, we can hunt more in one month in the mountains this year than in two previous years."

, take advantage of good luck, make a lot of money, and everyone will be happy."

"No." Zhao Sancai flatly denied the man's suggestion, narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "We don't have many things to bring. If there is a heavy snowfall and the mountain is blocked, the car can't get out. There is a very good chance that the body can't carry it, and people can't.

Too greedy, spring has begun, we can still come, but this treasure land cannot be run away or flown away, why are you so anxious?"

The burly man nodded and said repeatedly, yes, if you want to make money, you must also have life to spend. Of course he understands the simple and easy-to-understand truth.

Zhao Sancai rubbed his rough hands and stood up slowly. He wanted to go into the tent and hold a gas lamp to warm himself up. He squinted for a while, turned around, and subconsciously looked deep into the forest. The silhouette of three male figures against the setting sun suddenly fell into his eyes.

Looking out of his sight, he couldn't help but whisper: "There is someone!"

More than a dozen people were shocked when they heard this and stood up in a hurry. Each of them had a murderer in his hand. There were shotguns imitated by underground workshops and ak47s with amazing lethality. Most of them were second-hand goods flowing in from Lao Maozi. Don’t underestimate them.

These second-hand goods are more than enough to kill people.

"He's a soldier!"

Someone clearly saw the figure dozens of meters away, their expressions changed suddenly, and they couldn't help shouting, venting their inner surprise and fear. They are thieves. If you pick one out at random, they are full of sins and will probably end up in jail without being shot. They will never

Turning over. Zhao Sancai thought hard and couldn't figure out why a soldier came here, full of food?

After he was stunned for a moment, his expression became extremely ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I'm so afraid, what's wrong with the soldiers? They have the same two arms, two legs and one head. They are fighting for their lives. They are not necessarily better than us. Besides, the three of them

, there are more than a dozen of us, we have to kill them so that we can survive. Whoever wants to go to jail should throw away the guy in his hand and squat down to watch the fun."

Which sinful desperado is willing to be captured and end miserably, not to mention that he has a clear numerical advantage. More than a dozen people looked fiercely and slowly picked up the guns in their hands. The sound of bullets being loaded was heard one after another, and a bloody battle was about to begin!


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