Chapter 89 The Crazy Jewish

Three commandos who participated in the whistle-touching were selected. Spellman took out the US uniform from the bags carried by mules and horses. The four of them changed into "sheepskins" and brought pistols with mufflers. In order to make the outfit look more similar, they also borrowed two old-fashioned "Springfield" rifles from the Indians and inserted them into the holster in front of the saddle to serve as the US military's current rifle.

"Wait for our good news!" Lieutenant Spellman said confidently. Although his official career is a staff officer, as a member of the "Vampire" commando, the training he has undergone is no less than that of the front-line combat troops, and the other three commando members are also veterans in this field. As long as there is no problem with language, this trip should be sure to be sure.

Seeing Spellman galloping away on a tall horse, Lynn was very envious. He could only continue to ride on the mule's back and follow the team slowly on the rugged mountain road. It can be said that the smoke cannot be smoked, because on such a night when the stars are still bright, in this mountainous area with vegetation, a little fire may be discovered by people more than ten kilometers away.

He continued to move forward boredly and wanted to sleep for a while. The individually conscious mule and horse made Lin Neng dare not act rashly. He talked to the guide one after another, and gradually there was no topic to communicate. After nearly an hour, he finally saw another rider back in front of him. It turned out to be the young Indian man who led the way for Spelman, and he still spoke Indian language to the leader of the guide.

Soon, the guide turned his head and said to Lynn with respect: "Your people have cleared the US sentinels, and we can pass safely!"

"I'll just say it's a piece of cake!" Lynn smiled proudly.

The guide did not give a compliment. He said in a business manner: "It is still about 7 kilometers from here to the checkpoint, and it will take an hour at our current speed. If we want to speed up, it is best to wrap the horse's hooves, because the US troops at the pass are only 5 kilometers away from the top of the hill."

These distance guides have said this before, and Lynn also remembered it firmly. He heard that he wanted to remind himself that this distance did not ensure safety. After Lieutenant Spellman left temporarily, he was already the temporary commander of the horse team. After thinking about it, he gave three orders: "Stay on the spot for 5 minutes. Put cloth on the hoofs of mules and horses, and tie the hands and seal the mouths for experts."

The work of tying the hoofs was naturally left to Indian riders who were familiar with these mules and horses. They obviously had made sufficient preparations before departure. The commandos dismounted and rested because there were only five experts, and two unwilling to cooperate had tied their hands and feet and blocked their mouths. They only needed to "tickle hands and seal" Oppenheimer and the other two experts, that is, to use cloth strips to block their mouths and tie their hands with reins, so that they could still control the docile mules and ensure that they would not yell when passing by the US military.

When Lynn walked closer to check, Oppenheimer looked up at him. His usual bright eyes showed a look of fatigue and depression, but there was no resentment or resentment. Lynn became more and more curious about what Colonel Valdes said to him, but he was not convenient to ask directly at this time, and Oppenheimer probably wasn't willing to say it.

"German sir!"

The middle-aged guide came to the vicinity, looked down at Lin Neng from high and said, "We are all ready. If we want to arrive at the border before dawn, we'd better hurry up."

Although his butt was sore and tired, Lin Neng still answered readily: "Okay! Let's go!"

Two commandos were arranged to guard an expert. Lin En thought it was right. These experts should know that everyone is on the same boat now. If they deliberately make trouble, if the ship sinks, no one can survive.

After wrapping the horse's hooves, the sound of the horse team was indeed much smaller when they were moving, and there was no obvious impact after a slight acceleration. However, the guide said that the horse's hooves could not be wrapped all the time. After all, no matter how good the fabric was ground quickly under the horse's hooves. After more than half an hour of speeding up, I finally saw the hill where the US military had set up posts to guard. It was located in the mountains. The mountains on the east and west sides were steep, and it was like a shoulder pole in the north and south. It was impossible to pass by tanks and vehicles. Mules and horses and hiking could pass smoothly. Seeing it extending far away, it was estimated that it would be in Mexico after it actually went down the mountain.

Lynn pulled the mule and stopped in place, then took out a telescope and observed it. The pass was located on the east side of the hill, not directly at the foot of the slope. There were two rolling hills and two steep gullies in the middle. The 5 kilometers must be the distance between the horses and the road. The straight-line distance between the two is probably less than two thousand meters. Not to mention the sound of gunfire, even a louder voice can attract the other party's attention.

I wanted to ask the guide if it would be safer to get off the horse, but after stopping and watching, the guy had already walked forty or fifty meters on his horse. Linn did not dare to urge the mule to speed up and catch up, so he had to follow the team forward in fear. At this point, the leading rider obviously slowed down, causing the entire team to return to the stable speed when he first set off. Three or four o'clock in the morning was the most sleepy moment of the day. Although the pass was on, no figure was seen walking. After about a quarter of an hour, Linn and his powerful mount finally arrived at the US military checkpoint that had been touched by the commandos. Seeing Spelman standing there with a look of readily, with eight corpses placed side by side.

Didn’t the Indian sentry detectives say there were only four or five people? If the observation error was made, it would be too big! Could it be that Spellman and the others arrived here to touch the sentry that was originally on duty, and soon they met someone who came to change their guards?

Half a year of war experience is a little more tender than those real veterans, but Lynn's strength is that he is easy to ask and silly. He knows that touching a sentry is not about killing more enemies, the better. On the contrary, as long as the obstacles to completing the task are cleared, the fewer enemy sentries will be killed, the smaller the chance of being exposed in advance. If Sperman and his team killed two batches of sentries in front and back rotation, then it won't take too long, and the US command that sent the sentry will find an abnormality.

Thinking of this, Lynn carefully turned over and led the obedient livestock to Spellman.

"Two batches of sentries?"

"Hmm!" Spellman responded proudly.

"Tsk!" Lynn frowned and looked at the pass, and asked again: "Which direction did they come from?"

"Yes!" Spellman hadn't reacted for a while.

Lin En turned to look at the lieutenant in surprise. This guy may have not been on the front line for too long to participate in actual combat, so he was complacent after he succeeded in the preliminary work and lost the calm mind and overall concept.

"The US troops on the other side of the pass will soon find that the sentry on the turn has not returned!"

"This..." Spellman was stunned for a moment. Soon, he realized the seriousness of the problem and immediately felt a big deal.

Facing the lieutenant's gaze, Lin Neng shook his head: "There is no way, there is no choice but to encounter this situation. We can only say that we are not very lucky!"

Spelman asked, "Why do I bring people here in the back? If the US military sends people to check again, we will clean up together until all the subsequent horse teams pass?"

Lynn still shook his head. Although he is still only in the rank of lieutenant, to be fair, the maturity and breadth of battlefield thinking are more than one level higher than the Lieutenant Spelman in front of him - it is not accusing his colleagues of being stupid. In a regular army, the main accusation of the lieutenant is to upload and issue, and to be specific executors in combat strategies, and to restrain and manage ordinary non-commissioned officers and soldiers in military personnel. They cannot expect each of them to be like Rommel when he was young, or to reach the level of Manstein and Model in terms of battlefield smell and judgment.

"Let the Indians send a start to return and report the situation to the people behind. If the second team has set out, let them take a detour as much as possible. If they have not set out yet, let the colonel and the others move to a safer place as soon as possible, the US military will definitely search the nearby villages!" After saying this quickly, Lynn thought for a while, and then added: "If the US sentries here are killed, they will be killed. Hurry up and clean the scene and wipe out the traces that may expose our scale and whereabouts."

Spellman nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Okay, that's it!"

Just as Lynn was about to ride a mule to find a guide to send someone back to report the news, he suddenly heard someone in the horse team shouting loudly in English: "Oh... there are enemies on the mountain! American soldiers! There are enemies on the mountain..."

"Damn it!"

Lynn was shocked. He heard it. It was Oppenheimer's voice. The guy actually opened the sealed strip and shouted loudly in this deadly position.

"Oh...Oh!"

Hearing this sound, the commando nearby finally dragged the guy who was suddenly "crazy" and held it down. Leaving the mule, Lin En ran over angrily, and saw that Oppenheimer had been pressed to the ground by two commandos. Although the order of the horse team was not messed up by this sudden change, anyone could see that this guy had already ruined the big thing!

Lin En was furious and had already scolded the 18th generation of the cunning and insidious Jewish ancestors in his heart, but could only stand helplessly, because he knew that even if he beat Mo up, it would be useless.

The Indian guide rode his horse back and asked viciously: "What are you doing? Don't you want to survive?"

The negligence lies with one side, so Lin En had to say in a gentle tone: "Sorry, we were unable to take care of this guy! Please take the horse team and continue the journey here. We will deal with it here... Please send one of your people back to the village. If you encounter the horse team that will be set off on the road, let them take a detour immediately. If you don't meet it, go to the village to tell our commander and let them move as soon as possible. The Americans will definitely search the nearby villages and prepare your people!"

"You white men are really..." The guide seemed so angry that he had nothing to say. At this time, the sound of whistle blowing gatherings had already been heard from the pass, and an officer could be vaguely urging his subordinates. He must have heard the shouts and dispatched troops to come up to find out what was going on. Lin Neng turned back to the east and looked at the pass where the lights were on. He knew that in this situation, he could not deceive him by talking alone. He resolutely removed the assault rifle from his back. The fastest speed of the cavalry was like that. In order to protect their safe evacuation, this battle of the palace behind must be fought, and he only hoped that good luck would still be with him.

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Friday, busy week, hard week, looking forward to the quilt on the weekend ^_^
Chapter completed!