The next day, the sky was overcast. Fugui looked through the gap in the window. It was a small village with only a dozen low-rise houses. Although it was daytime, there were almost no people outside. There are several large wooden fences surrounding the village, and the sheep inside are constantly wailing.
After noon, it suddenly started to snow heavily. The goose-feather snowflakes were like flying catkins. After a while, the quiet village was completely white.
The sky was hazy, and the scenery in the distance was covered by snow curtains. It was dark everywhere, and it was impossible to distinguish the boundaries between heaven and earth.
The snow didn¡¯t stop until the evening, and the room became even darker, with only the dim light bulbs glowing faintly, making people feel particularly depressed.
After dinner, the comrades were warming themselves around the stove. The door opened, and He Changfeng burst in with a gust of cold wind. Yang Aiguo stood up and asked, "Have you eaten?"
He Changfeng kept patting the snow on his body, glanced at everyone, and pulled Liming and Yang Aiguo aside, as if they were discussing something. After a while, Li Ming came over in a hurry: "Everyone, get in the car immediately. There is an emergency."
It was completely dark, and the car lights illuminated the entire snowy field. Occasionally, fine snow droplets danced under the car lights, glowing with rainbow-like colors. The road was very slippery, and after driving less than ten kilometers, Fugui could clearly feel the car body constantly slipping sideways, and finally came to a gasping stop on an uphill slope.
Liming jumped out of the car, took a look, kicked the tires hard a few times, and asked He Changfeng: "How far is it?"
He Changfeng looked at the map and said, "It's about six or seven kilometers."
Liming got on the car and ordered everyone: "Liu Long will stay and watch the car while the others put on their equipment and set off."
The snow was so thick that every step forward required all the strength of the body. After walking less than a kilometer, Fugui felt as if his legs were filled with lead. The sweat on his forehead was blown by the cold wind, like a thin layer of ice on his face, a biting cold. The surroundings were quiet, except for the monotonous "crunching" sound of their steps on the snow.
Although it was only six or seven kilometers away, they walked for more than an hour.
"This is it." He Changfeng pointed to the village with flashing lights not far away and whispered.
This is a scattered village, with a low hill behind and a wide river in front. Dozens of low tile-roofed houses were scattered scattered on the white snowy field. Against the backdrop of the snow, there was an air of mystery. The village was silent, with only a few windows still lit with dim lights.
Liming took out his telescope and observed quietly for a while, then turned around and asked He Changfeng: "How many roads lead to the village?"
He Changfeng tightened his collar and said: "There are only two, but in winter, villagers often take shortcuts by taking the river in front of them. Also, the folk customs here are fierce, and many villagers are their spies, so it will be difficult to take action." It increases the difficulty a lot, so you must be careful.¡±
"That's not a difficulty. We are soldiers, and fighting terrorists is our purpose. For this purpose, it is inevitable to shed a little more blood." After Yang Aiguo finished speaking, he looked back at his comrades and said: "You remember, if If someone obstructs our actions, you should handle it on your own, do you understand?"
Liming looked at Yang Aiguo and smiled and said, "No wonder I asked you to cooperate with me. We thought of it together. Fugui and Xin Yi, you two are hiding on the mountain behind the village and in the river in front. Your mission is to eliminate Their snipers. The rest were divided into two groups and were waiting for the big fish to be caught outside the village. Remember, what Yang Aiguo said just now is an order this time. You will never let a terrorist go. Do you understand? "
Fugui panted up the mountainside with his gun in hand. He turned around and judged that all the scattered houses were within his shooting range. He found a hidden place and half-crouched to quietly observe what was going on down the mountain.
The village is very quiet. The world under the dark night seems to have frozen. The already scarce life seems to have quietly fallen asleep. It is extremely quiet. At night after the snow has just begun, everything is silent. Although there were no lights late at night, the low tile-roofed houses were still vaguely distinguishable against the backdrop of snow.
He listened quietly to the activities in the village. Occasionally, one or two shrill barks could be heard, ringing lonely in the empty snowy field, breaking the tranquility of the cold night. The bare trees beside the village stretch silently like ghosts in the quiet night, adding infinite tragedy and desolation to the quiet night.
In the middle of the night, Fugui felt as if he was frozen. His sweaty clothes were blown by the biting cold wind, as if he were wearing thin ice clothes, and his whole body was cold. You Qi's bare fingers were so cold that they lost all feeling. He just held the steel gun mechanically and let the cold wind rage.
The village is still so peaceful,As if nothing happened, Fugui looked at his watch from time to time, hoping that the character would appear soon. However, the hands of the watch seemed to be against him, still turning extremely slowly.
Fugui changed his shooting posture countless times. He knew that if he didn't move at this moment, his body would turn into a frozen corpse. He kept rubbing his hands and cheeks with snow, but the weather was too cold. The melted snow water on your hands turned into ice slag in a short time. Especially underneath him, the snow melted by his body temperature even froze his clothes with the cold ground.
Just when his confidence was gradually fading, the mountains in the east finally appeared a touch of crimson, and a mist gradually enveloped the silent mountain village.
"Zhan Hu, the mission is over. Don't forget to eliminate traces when you retreat." Dawn's nasal voice finally sounded in the headset. Fugui broke off a branch from the tree and buried his hiding place with snow. Then he walked backwards step by step and used the branch to clean his footprints on the snow.
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