Two months ago, General Hu Lian officially took over all the federal troops on the surface of Mohua Planet. His staff had transferred all the former seven members of the seven groups, including Xiong Linquan, Gu Xifeng, and Da Vinci, to the NTR troops. Now the new seventeenth division The NTR troops are deeply trapped in the Southwest Theater, and there is no news. Looking back at the original staff command, it seems that there is some kind of conspiracy, but it is not the case.
The top general of the Federation, an official of the Charter Bureau with extremely high authority, in the eyes of these big men, the NTR force that disappeared in the Southwest Theater, no matter how arrogant the history of the members, how many people were once the fighting heroes of the Federation, Just really little people.
The transfer order two months ago may have been some kind of purge and exclusion. The reason why it was not a conspiracy was because it was more of a casual and simple method. The task always required people to do it, so the general waved his sleeve lightly. , put them in danger, it's that simple.
Da Vinci squatted on a stone in the forest, biting a shriveled cigarette like a hooligan. The bright fire line burned along the cigarette paper, and the second 7 had been swallowed, and the smoke lingered on his dark face. , stabbed his eyes slightly narrowed, and squinted at the man opposite.
As the team leader of the No. 2 support camp of the NTR troops closest to the federal theater, he has been in this broken forest where crows are too lazy to poop for a full two months.
These days, he and three subordinates have been accompanied by the wet mist insects. While worrying about the comrades who suddenly cut off contact after crossing the mountains and entering the southwest theater, they are struggling with the sun with less and less supplies. Now they have finally waited to move forward. The support of the base did not expect these guys with gloomy expressions and unpleasant smell to come at the same time.
He was so irritable that he didn't even bother to pay attention to the instant noodles that the detective squad leader sent him. He stared at the person in front of him and shouted, "How many times do you want to ask the fuck? If you want to know where they are now, I still use it. Squatting like a rabbit here?"
A second lieutenant in a light yellow military uniform stood in front of him and asked in a very serious tone: "The NTR unit has two mini-filter radios, and according to the records of the Electronic Information Corps, after you have crossed this mountain The next day, you received the electronic shielding fake overflow code, so I can't understand why there is no news from your troops for so many days, where are they now and what are they doing?"
Da Vinci didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. He waved the investigation squad leader over and asked with a frown, "I said, brothers, are you here to support or interrogate? Treat Lao Tzu as a prisoner? What does that mean? Where did this guy come from?"
"My file is still hanging in the Ministry of Defense." The second lieutenant sorted out his uniform and replied: "Now I have been transferred to the joint investigation department. Although some words are offensive, I must remind you that I have a fourth-level charter. Permission, you must answer my inquiry."
"It turned out to be a freak with small eyes, no wonder it's so annoying." Da Vinci's eyes fell on the blood-red eye pattern on the upper left arm of the opponent's military uniform, and said with disgust: "Fuck! When will you have the courage to go to the front line? coming?"
The second lieutenant of the small-eyed combat unit still had a calm expression, looked coldly at Da Vinci's face behind the smoke, and suddenly asked, "Do you still have contact with Xu Le?"
The cigarette that did not burn out his life slipped from between Da Vinci's dry lips and fell into the cracks of the stone under his feet.
It was a name that many people were reluctant to mention but hard to forget. Da Vinci slowly narrowed his eyes, vaguely guessing that some people thought of seven groups again, and looked up at the second lieutenant's face, indifferent. Said: "You better be careful, people like us are easy to get angry."
"You must answer the question truthfully," the second lieutenant asked with a gloomy expression.
"Answer your mother."
Da Vinci replied expressionlessly, then he slowly stood up from the stone, looked down at the officer of the small-eyed unit, and stretched out his hand to pull the second lieutenant's epaulet on the other's shoulder.
"Grandson, your grandfather and I are the worst in the seventh group, and now I'm also a captain. When will you be in my place, it's not too late to pretend to be a motherfucker."
When night fell, the forest became lively instead. In the tent of the No. 2 reception camp of the NTR unit, Da Vinci was silent for a long time with a Sanqi cigarette in his mouth. He was not recalling the seven groups of brilliance that the name represented. In the past, but waiting for some news.
The subordinate behind him took off his headphones and whispered something behind him. Da Vinci's brows furrowed even more. Before Gu Xifeng set up Camp No. 2, he left some very useful monitoring equipment for him. It was originally used to increase the monitoring intensity of the outer edge of the forest, but now it is used by them to eavesdrop on the investigation team's private information. conversation.
"Captain, those guys have the authority, and you can't fight them hard. But if we all go back to the advance base for questioning, what if the troops come back?"
Da Vinci frowned and said: "I always feel that this matter is not right. Without the depth, it will be more difficult to connect with the people in front of them. The trifles of the investigation team don't know much about the inside story. I must find a way to go to Camp No. 2. If Lao Gu is still alive, let him find out what happened in the base."
He looked at the subordinates in the tent, paused for a while and said calmly: "Tomorrow you will go back with the investigation team... Don't resist, you are not from the old seventh group, no one will embarrass you."
"Captain, what do you do?" a soldier from Xilin asked anxiously: "There is no movement over the mountain. Who knows if Lao Gu and the others are still in Camp No. 2."
"I'll slip away later, and I have to take a look when I'm not there, or I won't be able to give up."
"Slip? That's an escape from the battlefield and will go to a military court!" Another soldier said anxiously.
Da Vinci threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with the hard sole of his military boots, and said, "Fuck, my lord would rather be killed as a deserter than stay in a black jail."
The seven groups who once plated countless black water in the mercenary world of the Nutshell Company, followed Magnolia in the private life of murder and arson, followed Xu Le in the raid on Charter Square, and fought bravely on the battlefield against the imperial people. , and got some of the sloppy and hard-bone taste that Mr. Chenghai had grown up with.
This is a strange existence in a group of troops. Whether it is the oldest team members or the latecomers like Da Vinci, the words such as discipline and military glory never seem to be in their minds.
It must be admitted that this style does not apply to any situation, at least on the frontal battlefield where a sense of discipline and obedience to command are required, it is not an exaggeration to regard Du Shaoqing in those days and Hu Lian now as a group of soldiers and bandits.
Because he didn't want to be interrogated by rambles, he didn't want to be thrown into the black jail and lose the face of the Seventh Group, and because he was worried about the brothers and comrades who disappeared in the Southwest Theater, Da Vinci decided to sneak away without hesitation.
However, it was his decision that led to a series of subsequent events.
When he was about to take advantage of the darkness to sneak into the forest, and then climb over the mountains to find his troops, the somber-looking second lieutenant officer and seven soldiers of the special operations force with small eyes appeared in front of him.
At this time, the starlight was bright, penetrating the dense forest, and the line of sight was excellent.
Da Vinci spit, and found that he underestimated these special forces who looked like wood. He thought that his dignified members of the seventh group were actually cut off, and it was a shame to the extreme.
The soldiers in the camp tent heard the change outside, including the reconnaissance squad and three of Da Vinci's subordinates, all rushed out with guns, and a dozen federal soldiers were under the starlight, accompanied by insects singing at night. In the sound, it entered a confrontation situation.
The situation was not tense at the time. No matter how rambunctious and arrogant Da Vinci was, it was impossible for Da Vinci to pick up a gun and shoot at his own people. He smiled awkwardly, and was about to say something, so he went back to sleep honestly.
"How dare you fight against the investigation?" The small-eyed second lieutenant looked at him coldly and laughed: "I think no matter what the results of the follow-up investigation are, just based on the previous picture, you will definitely not be a captain. In the evening , you said you wanted me to mess with you, so you messed up like that?"
The members of the seventh group have extremely thick skin, otherwise their survival rate on the battlefield would not be ridiculously high. Listening to the other party's pungent sarcasm and provocation, Da Vinci smiled slightly and didn't care, and even made a squinting match with Xu Le. Lan Xiaolong, known as one of the seven standard movements, shrugged.
That shrug is a big deal.
Maybe the starlight that night was too bright and blurry, or maybe the insects were chirping too loudly during the mating period that night, and the few scouts who had just rushed out of the tent were just behind the confrontation scene and didn't see him clearly at all. I didn't hear what the second lieutenant said, let alone whether Da Vinci had a gun.
In the blurry late-night vision, they only saw Da Vinci shrugging his shoulders. As an excellent scout, he was not good enough to keep calm and relaxed like a group of seven, so one of the scouts made an almost instinctive judgment. He's going to shoot.
So he pulled the trigger first!
The barrel spewed smoke, and the sound of the bullets rang out. When the first gunshot ripped apart the calm of the forest, countless bullets flew everywhere.
After a short three seconds, the gunshots stopped abruptly with the roar of the second lieutenant angrily.
Da Vinci slowly turned his stiff body, and found that the team members who had been with him for three years had all collapsed in a pool of blood.
At the same time of death, the four scouts and a special soldier of the small-eyed force who fired the first shots were killed by the bullets fired by the three team members.
Da Vinci frowned, and his squinted eyes gradually turned red, just like the bloody wound on his shoulder at this time.
A submachine gun lay quietly in the wetlands at his feet.
Gunshots sounded again.
Nine seconds later, Da Vinci was shot again in the waist. He killed three masters of the small-eyed special forces at the price. Like a wounded wild tiger, he roared and rushed into the jungle.