Alex was sitting in his tent, with a topographic map of this area spread on the ground. The marker pens were gently sliding on the kraft paper, leaving black or red marks.
Where on earth were Jiang Li and her assistant? Alex had a bit of a headache.
It had only been four hours since the start of the tactical assessment, yet Team A had already lost nearly half of its personnel. First, a Mi-171 was ambushed directly at the landing point and was judged to be eliminated. Twelve people left the field without even firing a single shot. Then, that Chinese commander named Huang Mingli, being overconfident, went to pursue the other side on his own initiative and got himself killed directly. Team A3, under Alex's order to pursue, ran into a minefield and lost four people right away.
Damn it! They were eliminated twenty-one people in the first wave.
Alex got a bit irritable just thinking about these things. Originally, Team A had two teams that had already formed good cooperation in advance. It would have been fine to just incorporate them directly into Team A3, but Huang Mingli had to do the opposite. Citing the reason that the paratrooper team lacked firepower, he directly transferred the snipers and put two machine gunners in instead. What on earth was he thinking? Could he have been bribed by Jiang Li?
Damn it! If it weren't for the fact that Team A was lucky enough to have more machine gunners in this match, they probably wouldn't even have any suppressing power. Team A3 couldn't continue the pursuit. To deal with snipers, you could only use snipers. He couldn't expect two M249 SAW to act as sniper rifles temporarily, could he?
The current situation was that the other side not only had snipers but also very excellent ones. If the other side hadn't considered the load and didn't carry anti-materiel rifles, maybe Team A3 wouldn't have even had the chance to land. Jiang Li's deputy was no pushover either. He might be a first-class assaultman with extremely high scores in rapid rifle shooting. To deal with such a flexible two-person team, the best way he could think of for now was to let Team A3 hold them off until the main force arrived.
Should he send a sniper over?
Thinking of this, he shook his head. Given Jiang Li's sniper skills, only Kristina could match her. As for the other two mediocre snipers, forget it. They hadn't spent the past three months on a real battlefield. In his eyes, they were at best little hunters shooting at targets.
Damn it! Jiang Li had already achieved a decapitation strike. Even if Team B was wiped out, Team A's score wouldn't be much higher. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth just thinking about it.
Just as he was thinking this, Kristina lifted the curtain and brought in dinner from outside. The noise made Alex raise his head.
"Dinner from the logistics is ready." Before Kristina's voice had even faded, there was a sudden "bang" sound from outside. Her expression changed, and Alex subconsciously lunged for the rifle placed beside him and raised it to the standard aiming position in less than two seconds. Kristina quickly pulled out a Gsh-18 pistol from the outside of her right thigh and pointed it outside the tent.
Could it be an enemy attack? It wasn't very likely, but what if Jiang Li had used reverse thinking? She was no easy target.
Heavy footsteps sounded from the outside, slowly approaching until a tall figure appeared on the curtain. Alex tentatively asked, "Mike?"
"It's me."
Alex let out a sigh of relief and put down the gun and switched on the safety. "What's going on outside?"
"There's something wrong with the stream water. It's so bitter that it's undrinkable. Migney couldn't even close his mouth after taking a sip."
The one who came in was a black strongman over two meters tall. He had a shaved head, and his muscles were coiled up exaggeratedly like old tree roots. He could lift the 12-kilogram M60 general-purpose machine gun with one hand as if it were a child's toy. The M13 7.62mm NATO ammunition chain was wrapped around his muscles.
There was also a Desert Eagle.50 on his waist, which was Ji Ling's psychological nightmare.
"Jiang Li."
After a brief silence, Kristina softly uttered two syllables. Alex's face darkened. "Pass the order down. Switch to Type F rations and arrange for people to be on guard. Try to avoid engaging in combat if encountering the enemy. Notify Team A2."
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"Received. Over."
Alaf D retracted the communication antenna, carefully put the portable laptop back into his backpack, turned around, and saluted. "Report, Team A1 sent a communication. Team B poisoned the water source. One sniper and one demolition expert were eliminated."
The cigarette butt in the dark was extinguished for a moment and dimmed. The young man with brown hair got up from the rock, his right hand never leaving the AUG A3 rifle. "Did they say who the opponent was?"
"No." Alaf looked at the young man's green eyes with admiration. William Aptos, his team leader, was an outstanding figure from the French district. Now only the members of William's team were left in Team A2. Everyone in the team had an almost worship-like trust in him. He was born to be a general.
If it were in ancient times, Alaf believed that he would surely become a man like King Arthur.
"Everyone," William threw the already-extinguished cigar on the ground and stepped on it, "Let's start moving. Team B is near the water source. We'll go find them and take them out. Be as quick as possible. Adolf, take the lead. Heideanna, watch the rear. Hoover, you and Rolanka are in a group. You have other tasks."
"Now, let's avenge Dawson."