Two months ago, General Hu Lian officially took over all the Federal forces on Planet Mo Hua. His staff had transferred Xiong Linquan, Gu Xifeng, Da Wensi, and the other members of Group 7 into NTR ahead of time. Now, the new 17th Division NRT was deep in the southwest war zone, and there was no news of them. Looking back at the original staff transfer order, it seemed like a conspiracy, but in reality, that was not the case.
The highest general of the Federation, the Bureau of Proclamation official with extremely high authority, in the eyes of these big shots, the NTR unit that disappeared in the southwest war zone, no matter what kind of arrogant history the members had, and how many of them were once war heroes of the Federation, were truly just small fry.
The transfer order two months ago might have been some kind of purge and exclusion. The reason why it could not be considered a conspiracy was because it was more like a casual and simple method. The mission still needed people to do it, so the general lightly waved his sleeve and sent them into danger. It was that simple.
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Da Wensi was half-kneeling on a rock in the forest, biting on a dry cigarette like a hooligan. The bright line of fire burned along the cigarette paper, and it had already swallowed up the second number 7. The smoke curled around his dark face, and it was so piercing that his eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at the person in front of him from the corner of his eyes.
As the captain of NTR's second support camp, which was closest to the federal war zone, he had already stayed in this lousy forest where even crows were too lazy to poop for two whole months.
These days, he and his three subordinates were accompanied by insects in the fog. On one hand, they were worried about their comrades who had suddenly lost contact with them after crossing the mountains and entering the southwest war zone. On the other hand, they counted the decreasing supplies and endured the days with difficulty. Now that they had finally waited for reinforcements from the forward base, they did not expect that at the same time, they would be waiting for these gloomy and smelly fellows.
His mood was abnormally irritable, and he did not even care about the instant noodles that the scout squad leader sent over. He stared at the person in front of him and roared, "How many f * cking times do you want to ask? If this young master knew where they were right now, would I still be squatting here like a rabbit? "
A second lieutenant in a light yellow military uniform stood in front of him and questioned him in a very serious tone, "The NTR unit has two micro-filter radios, and according to the records of the Electronic Information Unit, the day after you crossed over these mountains, you received the electronic screen fake overflow code, so I can't understand why there hasn't been any news from your unit after so many days. Where are they now, and what are they doing?"
Da Vinci was too lazy to pay attention to him. He waved his hand and called the squad leader over. He frowned and asked, "Brother, are you here to support or to interrogate? Do you think I'm a prisoner? What did that mean? And where did this guy come from? "
"My file is still with the Ministry of Defense." The second lieutenant tidied up his uniform and replied, "I've been transferred to the Joint Investigation Department. Although some of the words may not sound good, I must remind you that I have Level 4 Charter authority. You must answer my questions."
"So he's a freak with small eyes. No wonder he's so annoying." Da Vinci's eyes fell on the blood-red eye pattern on the left upper arm of the other party's military uniform and said in disgust, "Fuck! When did you have the guts to come to the front line? "
The expression of the second lieutenant of the small eyes combat unit was still calm. He coldly looked at Da Vinci's face behind the smoke and suddenly asked, "Are you still in contact with Xu Le?"
The cigarette that had not burned out its life slipped from Da Vinci's dry lips and fell into the crack of the stone under his feet. A few sparks burst out and were instantly extinguished.
That was a name that many people did not want to mention but could not forget. Da Vinci slowly narrowed his eyes. He vaguely guessed that some people probably thought of the seventh group again. He looked up at the second lieutenant's face and said indifferently, "You better be careful. People like us are prone to flipping out."
"You must answer the question truthfully," the second lieutenant said with a gloomy expression.
"Answer the f * ck."
Da Vinci replied expressionlessly. Then he slowly stood up from the stone and looked down at the officer of the small eyes combat unit. He reached out and pulled the second lieutenant's epaulet on the shoulder of the second lieutenant.
"Grandson, I'm the worst in the seventh group, but I'm still a captain. When you get to my level, it won't be too late to f * cking show off."
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As night fell, the forest became lively. In the tent of the NTR unit's second reception camp, Da Vinci was silent for a long time with a 37 brand cigarette in his mouth. He was not recalling the glorious past of the seventh group represented by that name. Instead, he was waiting for a certain piece of news.
His subordinate behind him took off his headphones and whispered a few words behind him. Da Vinci's brows furrowed even more. Before Gu Xifeng set up camp number two, she had left him some very useful monitoring equipment. Originally, it was used to increase the monitoring strength of the outer edge of the forest. Now, it was used to eavesdrop on the private conversations of the investigation team.
"Captain, those guys have the authority. You can't go against them. But if we all go back to the forward base for questioning, what will happen when the troops come back? "
Da Vinci frowned and said, "I keep feeling that something is wrong with this matter. Without the support, it will be more difficult to support the people in front. These investigation team members don't know too much inside information. I have to find a way to get to camp number two. If Old Gu is still alive, I'll get him to find out what happened in the base."
He looked at his subordinates in the tent and said calmly after a pause, "Tomorrow, you guys go back with the investigation team … Don't object. You're not part of the seventh group. No one will make things difficult for you."
"Captain, what about you?" A soldier from the West Woods asked anxiously. "There's no movement on the other side of the mountain. Who knows if Old Gu and the others are still in camp number two?"
"Later, I'll slip away first. Whether or not they're there, I have to go and take a look. Otherwise, I won't give up."
"Slip away? That's a deserter from the battlefield. You'll be court-martialed! "another soldier said uneasily.
Da Vinci threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it with the hard soles of his military boots. He said, "F * ck, I'd rather be killed as a deserter than go to prison."
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The seventh group, who had been in the mercenary world of the Nutshell Company for a long time, had followed Magnolia to commit murder and arson, and had followed Xu Le to do countless fierce deeds such as raiding Charter Square. They had fought bravely and skillfully on the battlefield against the Empire, and had also been tainted with Professor Yu Chenghai's undisciplined and tough character.
This was a group of strange existences in the army. Whether it was the oldest group members or the latecomers like Da Vinci, they seemed to never have the words such as a sense of discipline and soldier's honor in their minds.
It had to be admitted that this style was not suitable for any situation, at least in a frontal battlefield where a sense of discipline and obedience was required. It was not wrong for the Du Shaoqing of the past and the current Hu Lian to regard them as a group of bandits.
Because he didn't want to be interrogated endlessly, because he didn't want to lose face in the black prison, and because he was worried about his brothers and comrades who had disappeared in the southwest theater of operations, Da Vinci decided to slip away secretly without hesitation.
However, it was his decision that led to a series of subsequent events.
When he was about to use the darkness of the night to sneak into the forest and then cross the mountains to find his troops, the second lieutenant with a gloomy expression and the seven small-eyed soldiers of the special forces appeared in front of him.
At this time, the stars were bright, and they penetrated through the dense forest. The vision was excellent.
Da Vinci spat and found that he had underestimated these special forces soldiers who looked like they were made of wood. He thought that it was extremely embarrassing for him, a member of the seventh group, to have his escape route cut off.
The soldiers in the tents in the camp heard the commotion outside, including the reconnaissance squad and Da Vinci's three subordinates. They all rushed out with guns in their hands. Under the starlight and the accompaniment of the insects, more than a dozen federal soldiers entered a standoff.
The situation at that time was not tense. No matter how undisciplined and arrogant Da Vinci was, it was impossible for him to pick up a gun and shoot at his own people. He smiled awkwardly and was about to say something, but then he went back to sleep.
"You dare to resist the investigation?" The second lieutenant of the small-eyed unit looked at him coldly and mocked, "I think that no matter what the follow-up investigation results, just based on the previous scene, you will definitely not be a captain. In the evening, you said that you want me to be in your position, and that's it?"
The members of the seventh group were extremely thick-skinned. Otherwise, their survival rate on the battlefield would not be so high. Listening to the other party's sarcastic provocation, Da Vinci smiled slightly and did not care. He also made the Lan Xiaolong shrug that was one of the seventh group's standard actions, along with Xu Le's narrowing of eyes.
His shrug had ruined the whole thing.
Perhaps the starlight that night was too bright and blurred, or perhaps the insects that night were too loud because it was mating season. The scouts who had just rushed out of the tent happened to be at the back of the confrontation scene and did not see his movements clearly. They did not hear the second lieutenant's words and did not know whether Da Vinci had a gun or not.
In the blurry vision of the night, they only saw Da Vinci shrug his shoulders. As an excellent scout, he was not as excellent as the seventh group to always maintain a calm and relaxed state of mind. Therefore, one of the scouts instinctively judged that he was going to shoot.
So he pulled the trigger first!
The barrel of the gun spewed out smoke, and the sound of bullets fired rang out. When the first gunshot tore through the silence of the forest, countless bullets flew in all directions.
After a short three seconds, following the second lieutenant's angry roar, the gunshots abruptly stopped.
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Da Vinci slowly turned his somewhat stiff body and found that the team members he had been with for three years were all lying in a pool of blood.
At the same time of death, the first four scouts and a special forces soldier of the small-eyed unit were killed by the bullets fired by the three team members.
Da Vinci frowned, and his narrowed eyes gradually turned red, just like the bloody wound on his shoulder at this time.
A submachine gun lay quietly on the wetland at his feet.
Gunshots rang out again.
27 seconds later, Da Vinci was shot in the waist again. He killed three experts of the small-eyed special forces at the cost of this. Like an injured wild tiger, he roared and rushed into the dense forest.
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