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The air force squad led by Lin Yun arrived behind the defending troops.

Lin Yun lay on the ground.

Looking out from the cracks in the rocks.

The backs of the defending soldiers were now clearly visible.

Yao Shoude lay prone behind a rock.

The machine gun in his hand was still roaring.

"Da da da da—!!!"

His shoulders trembled slightly with the sound of gunfire.

But he didn't turn around.

Ma Dapao is on the left.

The heavy machine gun was mounted in the most conspicuous position.

The gun barrel was glowing red-hot.

He was getting carried away with the fight, and he was still cursing under his breath:

"Come on—! You little brats—! Again—!"

Zhou Xiaoqi is on the right.

The sniper rifle was propped up in a crevice in the rocks.

His eyes were pressed against the scope.

Shot after shot.

Very stable.

Liu Da Nao was at the forefront.

The light machine guns were firing the most enthusiastically.

"Da da da da—!!!"

His laughter could be heard dozens of meters away.

Everyone's attention is on the positive side.

They are all among those elite soldiers who are charging into battle.

They're all there—

On the people who were about to break through their defenses.

No one looked back.

No one expected it—

Someone might climb up the cliff behind us.

On the cliff, Lin Yun leaned against the rocks.

Looking at the five team members.

Six people, all covered in sweat.

My hands were covered in mud.

But his eyes were full of light.

"Brothers," Lin Yun said softly.

The sound was very soft.

So lightly, as if afraid of disturbing something:

"We've arrived."

Zhang Liang grinned.

He smiled, revealing his white teeth.

Those teeth looked exceptionally white against the mud-covered face.

"Team Leader Lin, how should we proceed?"

Lin Yun looked towards the mountaintop.

Look at the backs of the guards.

Look at those—

They were in the heat of battle, completely unaware that there were "enemy troops" behind them.

Then she spoke.

"The Air Force's principles—"

"Not a single bullet will be wasted."

"Not a second will be wasted."

"Don't waste a life."

She paused:

"Therefore, we will not fight a hard battle."

"Let's—go up there."

"One against one, silently."

She looked at the five team members:

"If we get discovered—"

Lin Yun's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Just go straight for the kill. Air Force personnel have superior physical attributes; no hand-to-hand combat."

"We tried everything we could to hold back the 'enemy' on the mountaintop and relieve the pressure on our brothers in the army and navy as they climbed."

The voice just fell.

Lin Yun was the first to emerge from behind the rock.

The movements were very gentle.

As light as a falling leaf.

Light as a feather

A real eagle soaring with outstretched wings.

Behind them, five people simultaneously rolled out.

Zhang Liang.

Shen Fei.

Bluebird.

There are two more team members.

They stealthily approached the garrison.

There were no gunshots.

There was no shouting.

Zhang Liang was the first to sneak up behind a garrison soldier.

The garrison soldier was lying prone behind a rock.

He held the rifle in his hand, aiming downwards.

He was still muttering to himself:

"Hit him! Hit him! Hit his mother!"

Zhang Liang extended his hand.

Cover his mouth.

With her other hand, she gently patted his shoulder.

"Killed." He said in a low voice.

The garrison soldier was stunned.

His body froze.

Then, he slowly turned his head.

Looking at this face that appeared out of nowhere.

Looking at this light gray training uniform.

Look at this—

People from the Air Force.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

I was filled with disbelief.

But rules are rules.

He put down his gun.

sit down.

They were "killed in action".

Shen Fei moved in another direction.

His target is Ma Dapao.

That old soldier.

That machine gunner.

that--

The one who fought the hardest.

Shen Fei crouched down.

clinging to the rocks.

Little by little, they crept towards Ma Dapao.

Every step was very light.

I was very careful with every step.

Ma Dapao was lying prone behind the heavy machine gun.

The heavy machine guns were firing with great gusto.

"Da da da da—!!!"

His shoulders trembled with the sound of gunfire.

He was still cursing:

"You little brats! You'll climb! You'll climb!"

Shenyang Aircraft Corporation is getting closer and closer.

ten meters.

eight meters.

Five meters —

Sudden.

Ma Dapao's body stiffened slightly.

As a veteran, his vigilance never diminishes.

Ma Dapao felt something.

He turned around abruptly.

Eyes facing each other.

Shen Fei was stunned.

Ma Dapao was also stunned.

Shen Fei was immediately alarmed.

He felt an overwhelming sense of self-reproach.

It’s over.

The plan to raid the mountaintop failed.

Next up, a real hand-to-hand combat battle is about to begin.

He clenched his fist.

Get ready to take action.

But Ma Dapao's reaction completely stunned him.

Ma Dapao looked at him.

Looking at this young face.

Looking at this light gray training uniform.

Look at this—

The air force approached from behind.

Then--

He smiled.

That smile was strange.

It's not anger.

It's not panic.

It is a kind of—

A very complex laugh.

What surprised Shen Fei even more was that Ma Dapao didn't shout.

He did not warn his teammates.

He just looked at Shen Fei.

Smiling.

That smile...like an old fox.

Then he turned his head.

He looked at his teammates.

Look at those—

The defenders were still firing desperately, completely unaware that there were people behind them.

A strange light gleamed in his eyes.

That light is called—

Watching the excitement.

Call--

Let's wait and see what happens.

Call--

"Let you soldiers experience what it's like to have your butts touched."

Then, he looked away.

Then he looked at Shen Fei.

Smiling, he mouthed the words:

"Don't panic, don't panic."

"You still have a chance."

Shen Fei was stunned.

I was completely stunned.

This veteran...

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