Chapter 86 Yellow skin and red heart

On the map, you can reach the border between the United States and Mexico by walking more than 300 kilometers. On that section, there are two cities on this side of the United States, Lax Luces and Alamogordo. After an emergency mobilization of the newly established "Southern Operations Command" by the "Army Staff", there must have been many chaos in the daytime. When night falls, the Americans tried every means to find the target to Safford, which is more than 200 kilometers away from Lax Luces, a small town also located in the southern border area of ​​the United States.

Xiahui disappeared into the horizon, and the cool breeze blew towards him. Lin En almost fell asleep holding the old-fashioned hunting rifle with his double-tube.

"Hey, sir, there's a hunting dog in front of you!" The commando driving said smooth English while poking Lynn with his elbow.

"oh!"

Lin Neng opened his eyes and saw the US sentry who set up checkpoints along the way waving the parking sign in his hand. There were only four people on the other side, carrying light weapons such as pistols and submachine guns. Under the night sky, Lin Neng was not nervous at all. As a "vampire" commando who passed the training camp assessment with excellent results, after experiencing many fierce battles on the Eastern Front of Europe, he already had extremely strong self-confidence in his combat ability at night.

"If you can get through, just mess around, otherwise... you will be killed without mercy!"

As Lin Neng said, he took out a pistol equipped with a silencer from his trouser pocket and inserted it behind his waist. When his companions stopped the car, he pushed open the car door casually and carried the double-barrel hunting rifle down.

Seeing a strong and fluffy young man getting out of the truck, he had an old-fashioned musket that could not be underestimated, a US sentry raised his submachine gun nervously. At this moment, Lin Neng calmly raised his hands, especially raised the double-barrel hunting rifle high, and shouted in a curse: "Is this American fucked, even a shotgun committed a death sentence?"

"Hey, man, don't be nervous!"

The American soldier, who seemed to have more experienced, reached out to signal his companions to put away their weapons, and then calmly said to Lynn: "Who are you? Why are you going out with weapons?"

Lynn still raised his hands and stood there in anger and said, "Can't you see it? We are all fucked American citizens! Didn't the radio today say that there are attackers from Russia everywhere in New Mexico? Of course, it's for self-defense. Is it because of the turkey hunting in the desert?"

The experienced US sentry was not angry about this dirty "civilian" and he walked to Lynn with his hands on his hips, and said with a angrily smile: "Today's radio and radio stations are like crazy, causing panic. The best way is to stay at home and never go anywhere! In fact, if you really encounter an attacker, your old hunting rifle is of no use at all. I advise you to put it back into the cabinet and take it out to hunt the fire in winter!"

"Stay at home? The government provides us with food and drink? Well?"

Lin En complained relentlessly, without waiting for the other party to make a body search, directly stuffed the double-barrel musket into his arms.

"Please check it quickly. We are still rushing home for dinner. Who knows how many fucking checkpoints are there in front of you!"

"Have you been inspected many times along the way?" The sentry held the shotgun in his hand. As expected, he did not conduct a detailed body search on Lynn, but walked past him and looked at the truck that looked a bit old.

"Come from Holbrook, you can't count the number of times you have been inspected, one hand and one foot!" Lynn complained exaggeratedly. He took out a cigarette from his other pocket, pretending that he couldn't find a match, so he took the cigarette in his mouth and walked forward two steps, reaching out to ask the US soldiers beside the checkpoint for fire.

"What is the car installed?" asked the sentry who walked to the truck with a hunting rifle. At this moment, the other three sentries did not mean to go forward and check the car with their companions.

"Cabbage, green beans and celery!"

The commandos responsible for driving did not speak good English, and the situation of residents in the southwest United States was very complicated, including Indians, Mexicans, and mixed-race children from European countries, so the official language was poor and not so eye-catching.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the sentry opposite him to take out the matches, Lin Neng quietly glanced at the other two sentry. One of them was wearing a pistol holster on his waist, leaning his fingers in disappointment, and the other was sitting on the motorcycle, leaning on his submachine gun, saying something to his companion. The long-term alert check obviously eroded their spirit and vigilance. In order to interfere with their attention, Lin Neng asked with a cigarette: "Hey, man, do you want one?"

The US military with sufficient logistics supply was not short of cigarettes, coffee, chocolates, etc., but the sentry who had just beaten his fingers came over and asked with a smile: "It's not that stuff! We can't touch that thing!"

Lynn knew that what they were talking about was drugs, and as for the popular marijuana in the southern United States in this era or something else, there was no clear concept.

"Don't worry! Very ordinary cigarettes, 5 cents a pack, don't think it's too bad!"

A silencer pistol was inserted on the belt behind his waist, and only a very strong-spirited guy could chat with his opponent as if nothing had happened.

The sentry smiled and took two cigarettes from the cigarette bag, took one of them, then turned around and walked towards his companion to give him the remaining one. Lynn took the opportunity to hand the cigarette bag to the nearby sentry who provided the match. He put his gun on his back, took a cigarette and prepared to light it with a match - this was the moment when the three sentries were most vigilant. At this moment, Lynn heard the sentry on the truck saying, "Unlock the canvas line and let me see the cargo in the car."

The commando driving replied: "Isn't it just some vegetables? Sir! Just take a quick look!"

The sentry said stubbornly: "There is no way, the orders above are very strict. Unlock the canvas rope, I have to go up and take a look!"

The guy who was seeking death! Lin En thought to himself that since this, he pulled out his pistol from behind without hesitation, opened the safety and pulled the hammer in one go. He fired the first shot at his heart against the sentry that had just lit a cigarette in front of him. The muffler could not completely eliminate the gunshot, but just made it weaker. The sentry sitting next to the motorcycle was stunned when he saw this cruel and bloody scene, but before he could react, Lin En moved the gun and slammed

The second bullet shot accurately at his head. In the flash, the three sentries had killed two of them, and their backs were lit. When he found that something was wrong and threw down the cigarette and matches to grab the gun, Lin Neng had already pulled the trigger in a row in front of his back. On the side of the truck, before hearing the gunshots, the commando driving had already prepared murderous intent. At this moment, he had already cut the sentry beside the car with a dagger without any suspense.

After the battle, Lynn was about to ask the commandos to come and throw the body under the dune beside the road, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a request from the dune, turned his head and squinted: No! There was a motorcycle parked a little far behind the checkpoint, but no one was seen. So... more than four people were guarding here!

There was no secret, and Lin En quickly followed the sound just now, and soon saw a black shadow more than ten or twenty meters below the sand dune. The guy was obviously solving the problem before, but he hurriedly picked up his pants and had no weapons in his hand. At this moment, he had to run in the opposite direction without any chance. Lin En raised his hand and fired two shots. The cz27 equipped with a muffler was indeed not loud, but its caliber was already small, so the power and range were even more pitiful. The two bullets could not stop them at all.

Not to mention this guy who was lucky. Unfamiliar with the environment, Lin En did not chase him rashly, but quickly turned around and called his companions to turn the car and shine it with the lights. However, the trucks of this era are not like large heavy trucks decades later. The main lights are as bright as searchlights. Under the limited lampshade, the figure has been rolling and crawling away. Not to mention a pistol, even if he picks up the spears left by other US sentries, he may not be able to hit it, let alone avoid gunfire.

Helpless and annoyed, Lynn could only blame himself for not observing carefully enough when approaching the checkpoint. He did not expect to encounter a temporary US sentry. It seemed that he had to hurry to clean up the scene so as not to cause too much trouble for his companions passing by. Next, he should drive the truck and evacuate quickly. But under the lights of the headlights, he vaguely saw that someone seemed to be riding a horse in the distance, and it was impossible to identify the other party's outfit at such a distance.

Robbers, robbers, drug dealers, and onlookers?

If so, Lynn was not worried, but was afraid of encountering the American cavalry who was watching from the surfing.

"Quickly, throw these guys next to you!"

Instead of summoning other commandos from behind the vegetables in the car, Lynn inserted his pistol back into the belt and quickly threw the bodies of the US sentry and the motorcycle they left behind to the dunes beside the road. In just a while, the black shadow riding a horse in his sight approached a lot, and he was still running here, and the US soldier who had escaped alone disappeared.

Is it really an American cavalry? Lynn immediately became alert. Although the ancient cavalry, such as the cavalry, was outdated on the battlefield, there was still value in patroling the rear, especially in complex terrain areas. He hurriedly called his companions to take out the assault rifle from under the seat, and he also retreated to the truck. However, when the other party's appearance appeared in front of the headlight, Lynn breathed a little relieved, because he saw two starters who were not wearing any uniforms, and one of them was obviously carrying a lost American soldier on his butt.

"Are you Bach's friends?" the riders asked in English from afar.

Thank God, thanks to Bach, Lynn almost made a cross on his chest. It was really unexpected that he could meet a support here. Laurenz Bach's image in his mind suddenly rose from an idol to a semi-immortal level.

"I am, I am Bach's friend!"

Hearing Lynn's answer, the two riders rode on horseback and lifted the captured American soldiers off the horse. The guy was cut off his neck and no longer breathed.

When the other party arrived, Lynn really saw their appearance and outfits. They wore wide-brimmed hats, shirts, vests and breeches, and a denim outfit, but had a yellowish-brown skin that was completely different from the whites. Indians? Mexicans?

The leading rider is a middle-aged man, and he said in not very standard English: "Drive with us!"

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On March 8th, the female compatriots are happy to enjoy the half-day holiday, and we male compatriots continue to work...
Chapter completed!