Chapter 3970 Rushing to the Valley

The scorching sun is in the sky, shrouding the vast mountains. The tops of the towering peaks are covered with ice and snow, which has not changed for hundreds of millions of years. The mountain winds slowly pass by, carrying away bursts of coldness. The desertification of the bare mountain soil is getting more and more serious, and there is no visible trace. Green plants, under the clear sky, a mountain eagle fluttered its wings and made a sharp cry from time to time, breaking the silence of this lifeless mountain.

Suddenly, several people wearing mountain combat uniforms appeared on a mountain ridge. They were loaded with guns and ammunition. Their thick black faces were smeared with oil paint. A group of bright black and white eyes stared at the surroundings with vigilance. Steel guns in their hands. Holding it flat on the shoulders, they were ready to shoot at any time. Immediately afterwards, more people appeared behind these people. One of them made a gesture, and the people coming up behind quickly dispersed to seize the favorable terrain.

The team dispersed silently and took cover. Four leaders-like people gathered together and sat on the ground. One of them had a resolute face with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, exuding a heroic spirit. He was the scholar. After successive battles, the scholar had lost all his former glory. Young and immature, he has a bit of the aura of a decisive and decisive superior. Next to the scholar are monks, farmers and gardeners. The brothers who participated in the international special forces competition with Luo Zheng in the same team are now in high positions and have prominent reputations. As they get older, they become more mature and calm.

The monk glanced at the surrounding terrain and whispered: "Scholar, this is a big event. I don't know how many troops have been invested. Although we are reinforcements, we don't know the specific situation. It will be very difficult to fight like this." Passive, should I ask Brother Ghost?"

"Pay attention to discipline. I will let you know what you need to know. You are already a veteran, and you still don't understand the rules?" the farmer reminded angrily. He also looked at the rolling hills around him and added with a solemn expression: "Let's come all the way here. It’s all a small fight, meaningless. The headquarters asked us to rush to the valley as soon as possible to meet up. It seems that the ghost brother has not forgotten us and left the best for us. I’m afraid the current marching speed is not enough.”

"There's nothing we can do about it. We don't have enough helicopters. Besides, we have a lot of people. How many transport helicopters are needed to escort us there? The troops have been forced to march all the way. They are physically exhausted. We can't go any faster. I propose to rest here for ten minutes before setting off. ." The scholar said helplessly.

"That's fine." Everyone agreed and gave orders through their headsets.

As reinforcements, the scholars, farmers, monks and gardeners did not catch up with the previous battle, nor did they have time to participate in the enemy's sneak attack on the camp. After rushing to the battlefield, they only had to deal with small groups of troops, which was not enough at all. They were not satisfied with the battle situation. We didn’t understand enough, so everyone held their breath.

At this time, a brother who was investigating in advance hurried over and stopped with a flying shovel. He rushed too fast and used too much force on his feet, causing a large cloud of dust to fly up. However, the scholar and others did not pay attention, but were surprised. Looking at the visitor, he was too late to be polite and said eagerly: "Captain, a large number of enemies have been spotted in the canyon five hundred meters ahead."

"Enemy? Give me more details." The scholar asked in surprise.

"Yes." The visitor took a deep breath quickly, calmed down his urgent breathing, and said quickly: "About five hundred meters ahead is a huge canyon. The canyon is flat, with winding mountains on both sides, and the slope is gentle. A group of about two hundred people The enemy troops are moving quickly, marching in the same direction as us, and they seem a little eager."

"It seems that the headquarters told them to return to support the enemy. I didn't expect to encounter them here. I didn't say anything, let's fight." Upon hearing this, the monk's eyes lit up and he suggested excitedly.

"Yes, we can't let them pass." The gardener also suggested excitedly.

"Okay, fuck him." The scholar couldn't help but get excited. So far, he has encountered only small fights. This time there are more than two hundred people. He must not let it go. The scholar immediately shouted through the headset. : "Command, command, hear the answer, hear the answer."

"If you hear me, please speak." The think tank's voice sounded in the headset.

"Two hundred enemy troops have appeared in the canyon ahead, and we are rushing to eliminate them." The scholar said quickly, fearing that the headquarters would not agree and make it sound like we were rushing to eliminate them, instead of telling the truth that we were preparing to eliminate them.

"Be careful and entangle the enemy. Air support will arrive soon." The think tank's voice sounded in the headset.

"Understood." The scholar hurriedly agreed. After closing the contact with the command, he looked at the other brothers and said with some expectancy: "You also heard that the command does not object to us fighting a war, but air support will be coming soon. Come here, we don’t have much time left. This enemy army actually managed to hide its arrival here from the satellites and reconnaissance forces. We must not let them pass. Brothers, prepare to fight."

"How?" the farmer asked cautiously.

"There are no tactics. Our four troops attack from four directions. There is no need for any feints or side attacks. Once the air support arrives, we will not be able to catch anything." The monk shouted knowingly.

"Yes, there are many of us, so we can just rush in and fight." The scholar agreed excitedly.

The others thought the same thing. They finally caught a big fish, but they would not be able to catch anything any later. They all agreed to rush forward with their respective troops. After all, it was a command with rich combat experience, and they did not charge indiscriminately. A triangle attack formation was set up, and the friendly forces also tacitly opened some distance between themselves.

The four troops roared forward like four sharp knives. Looking down from a high altitude, you will find that the four troops are like countless people forming four arrows, rolling forward with a cold murderous aura, very fast, The troops rushed down the mountain, bypassed a small canyon, and soon came to a larger canyon. The enemy evacuated from this canyon. Without any instructions, everyone speeded up in tacit understanding.

Running wildly all the way, not long after everyone saw some enemies who had fallen behind at a corner. Each of them looked a little injured and could not keep up with his own troops. The scholar was overjoyed and was about to order the troops to rush up and eliminate them, when he saw The monk next to him yelled excitedly, rushed forward with his troops, and opened fire from a long distance away.

"Damn it, let them take the lead." The scholar muttered helplessly. Suddenly he heard a harsh roar from the horizon. He turned around in surprise and saw that it was a fighter jet. He quickly shouted: "Everyone listen to my order. Stay hidden and on standby."

"It's our fighter jets. Come on, you won't be able to catch anything any longer." The farmer's reminder sounded in his ears. With a bit of eagerness and unwillingness, he finally caught a big fish, but he didn't expect air support to arrive. So fast.

"Don't be impulsive. It's easy to rush up. Being strangled with the enemy will affect the performance of the fighter jets. You can't let the brothers sacrifice themselves needlessly just because of the moment of pleasure. Wait until the fighter jets blow up before rushing forward." The scholar shouted calmly. Although he was unwilling to do so, he still did it. Made a correct and rational decision.