A certain wasteland. (This is the only way to write it, you know.)

Just as Lao Baimao and Zhuang Yan thought these people would part ways - in fact, this is also what they were most worried about.

Once the group of people left separately, the two teams had to separate and rely on individual soldiers to follow them.

There are many disadvantages to doing this, because the combat effectiveness of a two-person team is more than just doubled.

The cooperation between two people and individual soldiers is simply a completely different combat power.

Especially when interception operations are required and sniping is required, safety cannot be compared when you need to expose yourself.

However, this group of people did not seem to be leaving the valley.

Two groups of people actually sat together in the valley, tied up the donkeys, as if they were having a picnic meeting, and started eating naan and other things.

"No. 0, what are these guys going to do?" Zhuang Yan looked a little confused: "They took such a big risk to come for a picnic?"

He half-jokingly, and he couldn't help but chuckled softly.

"I think there will be a big trouble." Old Baimao frowned, suddenly reached out to take out the map from his pocket, and lay on the ground to look at it for a while.

"If the 'target' in came in is a cautious guy, maybe..."

He pushed the map into the solemn face.

"If it were me, I might also trade directly here and then evacuate."

"Here?" Zhuangyan pulled the map over and looked at the nearby terrain carefully.

Indeed, the Hulukou Valley is less than ten kilometers west of the boundary pile, and about twenty kilometers eastward extends is a large basin.

If the "target" that penetrates into the heart feels that it will take too much risk and may not take risks.

Deliver here and leave.

It takes less than ten kilometers to cross the border.

Crossing the border and walking northward, you can enter a valley corridor about a hundred miles long. Walking along here, you can enter a certain country.

Lao Baimao turned on the radio and started talking to the front finger.

“Call 0 to the Hunter.”

"The hunter received it, please speak."

"Real-time situation notification is needed, how is the situation at 2, 3, 4 o'clock, and how many people have appeared."

"Only the Pathfinder, the Repeat, the Pathfinder, the Nobody else."

The old white-haired man was silent for a while and said to Zhuang Yan: "It seems that our luck will be better than other groups and we will meet the real master."

"real?"

"I guess **" said the old Baimao: "These are all from the front station. There are only two other points to explore the way. Only a large number of people came here. They were going to complete the handover of goods here, and this was the trading point."

"Then do we need to call other groups now to get them reinforcements?" asked Zhuang Yan.

Lao Baimao said: "No. That's just my speculation. Before the last moment, there will be variables before the 'target' appears. If other groups give up the monitoring point and come to us, and my judgment is wrong, no one can bear the consequences."

Zhuangyan understands the meaning of the old white hair.

Now, I can only take risks in my own group. No matter how dangerous it is, I cannot leave.

"No. 23, remember one thing, the purpose of performing tasks is to ensure that the task is completed without errors, and your own safety can be placed second when necessary." Lao Baimao said: "If the other party succeeds, it will be more than you and me who die, but maybe there will be many innocent people."

"I remember." Zhuang Yan asked: "Then... can only wait now?"

"wait."

...

"There's some movement!"

At 2:30 p.m., when Zhuang Yan was on duty and observing, the robe in the valley was moving.

One of them stood up, walked to the big rock, took out something like a field phone from his pocket and started talking.

After talking for a while, he hung up, put the phone in his robe's pocket, and spoke a big bucket to the accomplices sitting on the ground, waving their hands on their chests, with a rich expression.

The rest seemed to have sat for too long, stood up and stretched their waists, and the movers started holding guns and slowly spread out.

The old white-haired crawled onto his observation port and raised the telescope.

Solemnly stared at the observation mirror and asked, "What do they seem to be looking for?"

Now the dozen people in the valley have all scattered. Except for the two leaders and the donkeys who are still standing next to the big rocks at the bottom of the valley, everyone began to climb towards the hillsides on both sides of the valley.

"The situation is not good, they are putting defenses." said the old white-haired man.

Solemnly asked: "Armating? They can't trust the person they hand over to?"

"If you are a trained armed person, as long as you follow the funder to a place to trade, what is the first thing you need to do?" asked Lao Baimao.

Zhuangyan thought for a moment, nodded and said, "I understand."

"I can definitely be here for the transaction location." Lao Baimao said: "The front-end of the notice is to prepare the supportive special service forces. As long as the 'target' appears, we will notify them to come here immediately."

"good."

Zhuang Yan began to contact the front finger and sent out the old white-haired opinions.

"No. 0, the previous question asked you if you need to send someone to come close now."

"No need, we can monitor others. Can't others monitor us?" Lao Baimao said: "So many troops are coming here, who knows if our people will be monitored?"

Zhuang Yan felt that Lao Baimao seemed to be too cautious in doing things.

This is still on your own territory!

However, he did not dare to question his instructor's words and could only execute them.

As if he noticed the solemn doubts, the old Baimao said: "Believe me, it was not the first day that I fought with them. These people are not ordinary people. They have extremely complete intelligence and technical support behind them. Even if they are not very tired, they are not fuel-efficient lamps."

"grass!"

As soon as Zhuang Yan pointed forward and reported, the old white hair whispered.

He asked quickly, "What's wrong?"

"They may find us," said the old white-haired man.

Zhuangyan quickly lay in front of the observation mirror.

He found that two robes really crawled up toward this side.

Although the altitude here is very high, due to the shooting angle and line of sight, the position chosen is more than 400 meters away from the Yangyan Trail, less than 300 meters from the bottom of the valley, and the height difference is only more than 50 meters.

This is an excellent sniper position.

If these long-robed militants in the valley also had to set up defenses here, how would they set up?

Of course, you have to choose a sniper point!

Everyone is walking with each other, so the problem arises.

Others also like what you like.

This makes it easy to crash.

This is exactly what Lao Baimao is worried about.

And his worries have really become reality.

Lange's robe held the Dragorov sniper rifle in his hand, and one with the Akka submachine gun began to walk towards the location where the solemn and the old white-haired were.

It's daytime now, and the "target" has not yet appeared...
Chapter completed!