Arriving on the west side of the Rocky Mountains, Lister and his Marines did more than just build a temporary camp in this complex mountainous area for a month and a half.
Instead, they spread out to simply explore this complex mountain environment, and roughly divided the ups and downs between the various mountain ranges, as well as the distribution of the dense virgin forest.
If this primeval forest and the Rocky Mountains are the sacred territory of Canadians, then Lister and the others hidden in it are the people who are most familiar with this sacred territory of Canadians.
They had already drawn the surrounding terrain with pencils, and even marked the surrounding areas and commanding heights that were easy to hide.
If the group of Canadians or Soviets appeared in this forest, the advantage of playing at home would not necessarily belong to who.
They are all elite marines.
After a thorough understanding of this terrain, they are not a little stronger than those cowardly Canadian infantry.
Even facing those elite Soviet soldiers, these brave young men of the Marine Corps can still make any enemy encounter a head-on attack in this deep virgin forest.
Liszt is quite confident about this.
Even if these members of the Marine Corps are all recruits who have just stepped out of military schools and recruit training camps, how can they learn the basic tactical movements and the three-point and one-line start?
Guns, they have learned to cooperate and cover each other, and they are also the most deadly executioners.
Moving quickly through the dense forest, they seemed to be regulars living in the forest.
In almost the shortest time, they had climbed over a hillside and arrived at the edge of a primeval forest.
The 4a1 assault rifle turned to Liszt and said: "Captain Liszt.
The parachute is right in front."
"Yeah.
I saw it."
Nodding gently, Liszt's eyes had already seen everything in front of him.
Licking the corner of his mouth slightly, he looked at the edge of the primitive forest.
On a primitive giant tree more than ten meters high, the light blue parachute seemed to be entangled in the tree crown, and the white ropes were also hung by the tree branches.
He couldn't help but chuckle and said: "It seems that our guest is in trouble."
Parachute into woodlands or mountains.
The risk is extremely high.
Unless it is a particularly important mission, even professional paratroopers are unwilling to parachute in such a complex environment.
Although the American federal pilot was highly skilled and very lucky, he managed to escape using the ejection seat.
However, in this dense virgin forest, his parachute was caught on a giant tree and he could not escape while staggering among the tree branches.
Not coming down.
"Let's go help the poor guy."
Lister spat fiercely to the side, raised his arm and looked at the time, then reached out and gestured to the ten Marines behind him.
The soldiers behind him immediately crossed his side with their weapons in hand.
He quickly walked towards the big tree with the parachute hanging on it, forming a faint semicircle.
But everyone came to the side of the big tree.
There was a slight frown on his face, especially when he looked at the parachute rope that gradually stopped shaking, but he subconsciously turned his head to look at Liszt next to him.
A Marine walked forward a few meters and looked at the American federal pilot who had stopped struggling four or five meters above his head.
He couldn't help but frown and said: "He's dead."
"Maybe it's just a disguise."
With a slight smile on his face, Liszt clearly saw through this trick, and hung Winchester on his back with his backhand, holding a 1911 semi-automatic pistol in his hand.
He looked at the pilot who had his head drooped, as if he had encountered a fatal accident during an emergency landing, and his voice rose slightly, and he said loudly: "You come down by yourself, or do we come to help you?"
Liszt's eyes looked at the big tree.
The hanging pilot was still hanging his head, swaying as if floating in the wind.
But the 1911 semi-automatic pistol had been raised upwards, and he nodded lightly and said: "Those Soviets and Canadians will come over at any time.
If we can't rescue you by then, we will have to leave you hanging up there forever."
His words were silent for a moment, and the young Marines around him had also raised their weapons, and the black muzzles were pointed directly at the American federal pilot who was still hanging in the tree.
But it was still dull, and the pilot on the tree was still swaying in the wind, as if he was really dead.
"Well, there's still no trust between us."
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Pouring his lips, Liszt put down the 1911 semi-automatic pistol in his hand.
He stretched out his hand as if he were taking something out of his arms.
His eyes followed his head and looked around.
He just said helplessly: "Although shooting can attract those people."
A lot of attention from the Soviets and Canadians, but luckily I still have a silencer.”
The movements in his hands were gentle and slow, as if he was really replacing the silencer, but in fact he was just holding it in virtual hands, and there was not even a hair on the front of the muzzle.
But four or five meters above his head, an angry voice couldn't help but finally appeared.
The pilot who looked like a corpse had already opened his eyes, continued to struggle, and cursed downwards: "Damn it, who are you?
Don’t talk to me about the American Federation, I don’t believe our special forces still exist in Canada.”
While speaking with malice, the pilot took out a dagger from his leg, lightly cut off the rope, and slid down the big tree.
The 1911 semi-automatic pistol also took a deep breath, spitted to the side and nodded: "This is really interesting."
"Okay, my respected Mr.
Pilot, what we need to do now is to move to our temporary base before the Soviet and Canadian helicopters arrive."
Putting the 1911 semi-automatic pistol back into the holster, Lister looked at the angry pilot, but couldn't help but smile.
Holding Winchester behind him with his backhand, he shrugged slightly and walked directly in front.
At the same time, he said calmly: "If I were you, I would put away that pistol."
After a pause. , Liszt turned to look at the panicked pilot, smiled and nodded gently: "I am the captain of this unit, Liszt
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