The Mountbatten Railway is like a frozen snake, lying quietly on the earth, motionless. Only when the army is crushing by, you can feel the little vitality on it. This railway is a transportation hub connecting Kashmir and Indra. It started construction after the end of World War II, and it was not completed until the British retreated from Indra. For military needs, Indra invested huge sums of money after independence, and it took several hours to build it.

Named after General Mountbatten, the British General who helped draw a dividing line between Indra and Pakistan - this railway played an important role in the three Indra Wars. However, now, under the attack of the Pakistani army's missiles, the major traffic artery has almost been paralyzed and has been blown up in many places. The tenacious Indra Railway Engineering Force can always repair it in the shortest time after the missile rain, and then be blown up by the missile. The two sides seem to be fighting a tug-of-war.

We are now at a station. The large-scale building has long turned into a pile of rubble under the bombing of missiles and laser-guided bombs. There are no people in this area. Only a few words left are the bodies of Indra soldiers lying silently among the broken walls, allowing the wild dogs to tear them. Seeing us approaching, the wild dogs raised their heads and stared at us fiercely. Their eyes turned out to be red, which made people feel cold!

Xiao Guangxi said: "It's his sister, these beasts are so good. I haven't touched meat for several days. They can actually eat fresh ones!"

I glanced at the corpse that was bitten unrecognizable, and I glared at him: "Just accumulate some virtue. It's pitiful enough to die here and be bitten by beasts!" I raised my tactical swords at the group of wild dogs. They obviously understood the meaning of threat, hesitated for a moment, but turned around and ran away. This delicious meal was no longer possible, but as long as the missile attack and defense battle continued, they could find a more sumptuous meal sooner or later.

The major in black said: "It's here, yes. The Sargon team of the Ba Army Special Service Brigade asked to meet here. Calculate the time and they are almost here."

Shaolin soldier said: "There is still a little time to bury these dead bodies first. It is not a pleasant thing to think about lying next to a few bloody corpses."

Everyone had no objection to this. Little Guangxi kept a watch. The three of us used engineer shovels to shovel the soil and rubble, and buried the unlucky soldiers on the spot so that they could be buried. This little thing was done soon, and we hid in this ruins to rest so that we could relax. We had just rushed for a long time and were exhausted, so we had to take a break.

The Shaolin soldier asked in a low voice: "Major, what is the mission this time?"

The major in black shook his head: "I don't know either. Only by meeting with the Special Service Brigade can you know the specific plan."

Shaolin soldier said: "There are few people who play mysterious things like this."

Major in Black said:

"It is not difficult to see the importance attached to this mission by the superiors."

Xiao Guangxi suddenly had a whim: "You said, would it be for us to destroy this railway? We are doing this. Our ancestors were a resounding army during the War of Resistance Against Japan."

Everyone looked at the boy sideways and said, "You idiot! This is neither a railway bridge nor a tunnel culvert. We exploded the railway. They can repair it within a few hours. It's useless! Take off the railway? You can think of it!"

Xiao Guangxi said aggrievedly: "Aren't I actively using my brain... Someone is here!"

Without him reminding us, we also felt it, and immediately remain absolutely quiet and enter the combat position.

My sniper gun has been set up long ago. Looking at the high-precision scope, it can be said that it is a tiny within two thousand meters. The visitor quickly revealed his true appearance on the detection system: they had twelve people in total, divided into four teams, the scout group at the front, lined up in three-three-type cover formation and moved forward carefully; behind the scout group is a firepower group, two machine guns and a forty-mm grenade launcher can instantly expose the most fierce firepower, providing strong support to the scout group. In the middle, the entire team is undoubtedly the most valuable.

Targets with relatively weak combat power: the blasting team and the commander, and the one at the end was a sniper like a venomous snake. The sniper looked lazy and careless, but in fact it was a venomous snake lying in the middle of the road basking in the sun. Once the threat was discovered, it disappeared immediately, and then it showed its poisonous fangs in the corner that you absolutely unexpectedly gave you a bite, leaving no reaction time for you. I frowned slightly and stared at their weapons and equipment. Oh, mainly based on the 90-type improvement type, which is my own.

When I was about to enter the effective range of my sniper gun, the entire team suddenly stopped, and the entire team members were scattered and hidden. A scout walked carefully to a safer but open-minded position with a rifle. He took out a small flag and sang a flag, indicating their identity: they were the special service brigade directly under the General Staff of the Pakistan National Defense Forces. The Pakistani special forces started late and are not yet formed. In addition, the equipment is not good. The combat effectiveness is a distance from the special forces that Indra had used money. However, the special service brigade was obviously not listed here. This special force was formed in 1975 and required each team to be held.

The officer must have more than four years of military experience, have participated in at least ten actual combat times, and have a high education, while the requirements of officers are stricter. Of course, like our special forces, if you have specialties, the conditions can be appropriately relaxed. The training cycle of the Special Service Brigade is three years, and the training cycle of the sniper will be longer. The training is known for its high intensity, high elimination, and high disability. The number of casualties in some subjects is as high as 15%. This is why the Special Service Brigade has three batches of soldiers serving, but the combat personnel are less than 200. It is really not

Many. Even if we are equipped with a whole generation of military flag brigades ahead of them, we will not dare to look down on them at all!

Xiao Guangxi stood out and sang the flag. The team immediately walked towards us under the commander's leadership, but their snipers were no longer visible. They are worthy of being the trump card in the hands of the General Staff of the Pakistani Army. Such tactical qualities and rigorous style are far from comparable to ordinary Pakistani reconnaissance forces. They are careful everywhere. If we cheat, the dangerous sniper will make us pay the price of bleeding!

"Hello, my friend, I'm glad to meet you behind enemy lines and fight alongside you." The captain of the Pakistani special forces took the initiative to extend his hand to the major in black and spoke it fluently in Chinese. It seems that he had studied in our country, otherwise he would not be able to speak so well in Chinese.

The major in black shook his hand hard and said, "We are the Black Flag Team, who are you?"

The Ba army captain shook hands with the Shaolin soldiers again and said with a smile: "We are the third team of the Special Service Brigade, nicknamed "Little Purse". My surname is Muhammad... Of course, there are too many Muslims with this surname. It's hard to remember. You can call me nickname: Poison Wolf." He winked, and the special forces immediately spread their defenses, without making any sounds from beginning to end, showing extremely high tactical qualities.

Since the Pakistani army is highly confidential to the Special Service Brigade, we have no way of knowing the true identity and experience of the Poison Wolf, but from the performance of his subordinates, we can see that this is definitely not an ordinary person. These special forces soldiers looked tired, and they were so cold that they had to marches for dozens or even hundreds of kilometers on their backs, and no one could bear it. As for grabbing military vehicles, it was almost like seeking death. Along the way, I believe that their feet were full of water, but no one rested, and everyone was always vigilant.

Little Guangxi sniffed a machine gunman and the machine gunman smiled at him silly and raised his hand to throw him a piece of chocolate. Little Guangxi took out the canned lunch meat from his pocket, which made the eyes of the special forces soldiers who had had enough of compressed biscuits lit up, but the boy immediately stuffed the can back in a stingy manner. Although these special forces soldiers were a little disappointed, they just smiled and forgot.

I touched him with my right elbow: "When did you become so stingy? You took it out and took it back? Is it embarrassing to throw it away!"

Xiao Guangxi said with a bitter face: "Boss, do you think I want it? I took it out and found out that it was pork. Giving this thing to Muslims is definitely flattering and slapping it into the horse's intestines. Not only is it not pleasing, but it may also be beaten!"

So that's the case, so he really can't blame him. Don't mention pigs in front of Muslims, otherwise even your best friend will turn against you. I continue to be alert: "You have to give something as a meeting gift, right? Otherwise, it would be too rude."

Little Guangxi started to turn him over without saying a word

The backpack. I doubted whether his backpack stole the Doctor Cat, otherwise how could he hide so many things? Lunchbox, kettle, several submachine gun magazines, three rounds of grenades, a desert eagle pistol without bullets, a set of snowfield camouflage uniforms, raincoats, silver wine pots filled with vodka, marching axes, individual soldiers' rations, messy signal flares, handheld game consoles... These are normal. The next few "Playboy" and "Atler" directly knocked me out, and I opened my mouth and was about to speak, and another box of Durex flew out. The surrounding special forces soldiers were stunned, with their mouths slightly open, but no syllable was released. He suddenly shouted: "Finish it!" He took out a pack of tea leaves with good sealing packaging and threw it to the Pakistani machine gunner who gave him chocolate: "Dear, take it and enjoy!"

The machine gunner who took the tea showed a look of surprise and raised a thumbs up at Little Guangxi. Without saying a word, he tore open the packaging. The special forces of the Pakistani army took out lunch boxes and surrounded them. The machine gunner carefully put a small handful of them into everyone's lunch boxes. Then everyone took out smokeless fuel and cooked tea on the spot. In a short while, the rich tea fragrance floated in the air. The drone watched everything around him tightly, and they could taste tea slowly. It was a pleasure to drink a cup of good tea after the intense battle. These guys seemed to like drinking tea, with each looking comfortable.

Xiao Guangxi stuffed things into his backpack the same way. I threw the magazine and Durex in front of him: "What's going on with these things? Are you so idle? Take such things that are useless to the battlefield!"

Xiao Guangxi looked puzzled: "Why did these things come here? It's strange. I remember I had packed them up before I set off. Could it be that I got the wrong backpack? And this box of things, grandma's, where did it come from?"

Looking at him who was puzzled, I couldn't help laughing and crying: "A living treasure as confused as you have not been dead yet. It's really a miracle!"

The major in black, Shaolin soldiers and Poison Wolf each carried a lunch box of fragrant tea and siped slowly. Before the target appeared, they drank calmly. Shaolin soldiers asked: "Captain Poison Wolf, what is our mission this time?"

The poisonous wolf looked at the railway stretching toward the back of the horizon and said, "Snipe a general Indra."

The Shaolin soldier and the black-clothed major looked at each other, and the latter said: "Isn't it enough for one or two snipers in this type of mission?"

Poison wolf shook his head: "No, this time is different. He is too dangerous. We cannot let him go to the front line alive. We don't have many opportunities. We must try to succeed in one blow at any cost!"

The major in black asked in a deep voice: "What is the identity of the target?"

The poisonous wolf took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to the major in black: "Lieutenant General de Virgin. You may feel strange to this name, but

For Pakistanis, this name has been engraved into our bones! He is one of Indra's few coaches, who once suffered heavy damage to our army on the battlefield! After ten years of sting, he reappeared. According to the information we have, Indra's government decided that he would replace Lieutenant General Patania to command the southern cluster of the Western Front. This is definitely not a good thing for us. What we have to do is to eliminate the danger in its infancy!”
Chapter completed!