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Company Commander Gilkochakin stood on the snow, holding a thick cylindrical object in his hand, opened it and observed it towards all sides.

This is a good thing for night battles, which is expensive and rarely equipped with individual soldiers. Only the reconnaissance company is equipped with this one. With this thing, hidden enemies can be observed at night.

Although he had already confirmed that the place was safe, Gilkochakin looked around and there were no ambushing enemies on the mountains on both sides.

The snow was still falling, the wind was cold, and everyone's face was red with coldness.

Gilkochakin looked at the ground, and the snow would soon cover the footprints left in front of him, and now he would continue chasing.

Gilkochakin made a gesture, and the entire company chased after the vast snow in the canyon.

Their uniforms are all white. In such a place, even if they are only a hundred meters away, they cannot see them clearly. They are completely mixed with the snow around them.

When the sun rose again, the heavy snow finally stopped, but the temperature began to continue to drop. The cold wind blew the snowflakes, and I couldn't see clearly when I got a few meters away.

In this case, even the most cold-resistant Eskimos would choose to stay in the house and burn firewood to keep warm.

There was silence around, except for the whistling wind and two teams almost a thousand meters apart.

Gilkochakin's company had already chased after him. If he had done it now, he could ensure that the transport unit was completely killed and the Afghan guerrillas were killed, and now he did not do so.

These people are not his prey yet. He wants to follow this transportation team and follow the clues to find the guerrillas' station.

This was a long process, and they were quietly following their prey like a group of hungry wolves on the wasteland.

"Her Excellency Hwaja, how long will we go?" James asked Hwaja on his horse.

"Two days left," said Hwaja. "After passing through the mountain in front, we should walk south. The mountain roads are not easy to walk, especially after snow, the roads between the mountains are much slippery than the canyons here."

When I came, I rode a horse and walked for a day, but now I was carrying things, almost the same speed as the hiking.

James took out a wine pot from his back, and when he came, he was filled with high concentrations of brandy.

He raised his head and wanted to take a sip, but then he realized that the wine in the wine pot was frozen hard.

"No, I want to make a fire." James said.

"His Excellency James, making a fire will expose our target." Hwaja said. Is this American really unreliable. I thought it was winter now, so it was completely safe?

As soon as Hwaja finished speaking, he saw James take out a gun from his back, turn on the insurance, and pull the trigger.

"Da." A bullet flew out of the muzzle, and in the quiet valley, the gunshots were heard very far.

Suddenly, Hwaja was shocked. This American was unwilling to accept that he would not expose his whereabouts.

"Go." James ignored Hwaja, beat the horse's butt, and ran forward.

A pheasant was flapping and trying to fly, but a red mark was flowing down the white snow.

James jumped off the horse and grabbed the pheasant. It was cold and the pheasant didn't eat much, so it was not very fat. However, after eating dry food for more than ten days, it was really good to have this pheasant to eat.

James took off the steel helmet on his back. Although it was cold, he put on a cotton hat. In order to prevent attacks, he still carried a steel helmet on his back. At this time, it happened to come in handy.

Turn the helmet over, put it in it with snow, set it up, boil it, and then take off the feathers first!

Seeing James playing with excitement, Hwaja felt a fire burning in his chest. If this guy, if he were from his guerrillas, Hwaja would have slapped him with a big ear.

James had no other thoughts, but he was just too tired. The hardships he had made him feel that he had to compensate him. He happened to have this pheasant, which had her hair faded and roasted and then melted the wine, which made him feel how wonderful life was!

As for the Soviets, there would be no Soviets in such a cold place! The Soviets must have been hiding in big cities.

When he was escorting the Pakistanis, James was very cautious, and now that the guerrillas came to pick him up, James had already completed the mission. Now he is not under pressure.

"His Excellency James, we will continue to move forward," said Hwaja. "I will leave you with someone and take you back to the base."

Hwaja won't wait for James to have a barbecue here, and it's dangerous before returning to the base.

"No need to keep anyone." James said: "You go first, you will leave footprints. When I finish eating, I will go to you immediately."

Hwaja had brought a dozen people here and held dozens of donkeys. There was not enough manpower, so he left one for James now, just for the purpose of taking care of his friends.

Now, James said no, so Hwaja led the transportation team to continue rushing with a smile on his lips.

Hwaja saw through James's thoughts at a glance. This guy hit a pheasant and baked it, which was enough for him to eat alone. If a guerrilla was left behind, he would definitely score half of the guerrillas, and this guy refused.

This American... Hwaja was speechless. Anyway, this guy had a horse, and when he was full and drank enough, he would catch up.

The transport team left, leaving James in the middle of the road, and watched proudly as the snow in his helmet melted and boiled, and then put the pheasant in, just right.

After taking off his feathers and wearing them with a bayonet, James started his own barbecue. He didn't know that some of the people behind him were suffering during his stay.

Gilkochakin squatted on the snow, looking at the guy in the distance with his telescope, frowning constantly.

Just now, the Afghans in front of him shot, which immediately shocked Gilkochakin. His men immediately opened the security of the gun, but fortunately they did not get fire.

Only then did he realize that it was one of the guys who shot a pheasant!

It turned out that he was also a naughty man. What a secret mission to transport these weapons. He actually shot and killed a pheasant! Are these guerrillas really nothing to eat?

James was wearing thick clothes and only showed his face. He didn't shave for several days and turned into a long beard, which made Gilkotagkin behind him not realize that this guy was originally an American.

Gilkochakin, with his own people, hid behind him, and waited all the time, watching the transport team disappear from sight.

After chasing for a night or a long time, I was in vain.

Could it be that our whereabouts were leaked, and this guy came to block his side? It was completely different. Seeing this guy looking for firewood, making fire, boiling water, and scalding hair, it turned out to be a complete foodie.

Gilkochakin stared at the guy in the distance, looking at the valley here, and he was like a man who was in the front, and he couldn't get through the way.

There were cliffs on both sides, so I walked around and climbed the cliff? Gilkochakin shook his head. It was too dangerous, especially since it snowed. After the severe cold last night, there was dark ice under the heavy snow, so I couldn't climb up at all.

The platoon leader Kriseyvic, who was standing beside him, made a gesture to Gilkochakin to wipe his neck and signaled to kill him.

Now, the guy is grilling with concentration, crawling close to him, and then killing him, it is very easy. The entire reconnaissance company is white, and even the gun is white, and it will not be discovered in the snow.

However, this guy is obviously a status guy in the guerrillas. Otherwise, he would not have ridden a horse alone and ate here alone. It is easy for him to kill him, but after he is killed, the guerrillas in front may be noticed.

If the people behind are gone, the guerrillas will know that there are followers behind them. It will be difficult for them to find their base. These guerrillas are all very strong in their backbone. They will catch a prisoner and be interrogated and will not tell the secret of the guerrillas.

Gilkotagkin shook his head vigorously, so Krisevich had to give up.

James, who was barbecuing, didn't know that he had walked out of the gates of hell. He was grilling with concentration. Grilling pheasants is also a technical job. When they are old, they will get burnt. They are not delicious, and the heat is not enough, and they are raw again.

When James saw the pheasant oil flowing down, he finally couldn't help it and used his hand to tear off a piece of meat and ate it.

After taking a few bites and taking a sip of wine, James enjoyed his meal.

The smell of roasted pheasants spread to the back along the wind, and the Soviet soldiers in the entire company were constantly swallowing and spitting.

Seeing the guy in front of him eating in big mouthfuls, Krisevic made a gesture to Gilkotchakin again, and he applied to kill the guy, and then... and ate the remaining chicken he roasted, even if it was a bone, could be eaten.

At this time, the sun had turned west and lasted for two hours.

Finally, Gilkochakin nodded and could not wait any longer. The longer the time delayed, the further the guerrillas in front ran. Maybe this guy came to block the way and block his own pursuit.

Seeing Gilkotagkin nodding, Krisevic pulled out a dagger from behind, held it in his hand, and slowly crawled out of the hiding snow cave.

This is not an ordinary dagger. It is an NRS-2 dagger rifle equipped by the Soviet special forces. This is the product of the combination of daggers and silence guns. The handle of this dagger can shoot 7.62 mm special bullets, killing people invisibly.

Damn Afghan! Kriseyvic cursed in his heart while slowly crawling forward, getting closer and closer to James.

At this time, James was eating and his mouth was full of oil and his appetite was wide open.
Chapter completed!