The rustling sound had already appeared in the depths of the forest, and the sound of the body rubbing against the bushes was amplified almost several times and appeared in Liszt's ears.
Squinting his eyes slightly, Liszt's eyes instantly looked above the sky.
At an altitude of several thousand meters, several helicopters were hovering in the sky like tiny black spots.
In less than fifteen minutes, Soviet troops had found the area where the pilot parachuted, and they had even started a search.
Turning his head to look at the slightly pale face, gritting his teeth and almost suppressing his emotions, Liszt also nodded and said solemnly to the Marines around him: "Enter the cave to hide, move quickly."
"clear" The ten Marines behind him didn't hesitate at all.
They responded in low voices and rushed towards the entrance quickly.
At the same time, the weapons in their arms are also held tightly.
If there is any situation, they can immediately put it on their shoulders to fight back.
This is an adaptive action produced by long-term training.
Although they are recruits, they are also qualified professional soldiers.
Reaching out and patting the full stop pilot on the shoulder, Liszt's eyes looked deep into the dense forest.
Some figures had faintly appeared, and the data flow that he could only see had also occupied his eyes.
In his vision, the bright red five-pointed stars are almost like tiny moving targets in the dense forest.
As long as he is given a sniper rifle, he can explode a red and white oil painting under the guidance of the red five-pointed stars.
In the past, the Soviet Union was in Afghanistan and a certain dynasty was in Vietnam.
It has been shown that this red five-pointed star on the forehead is the favorite target of snipers.
And this kind of red five-star, whether it is a mountain or a jungle, apart from exposing its own traces and showing that it is here, it can be said that it has no actual combat value at all.
"Sooner or later they are going to get hit hard for this arrogance."
Looking deeply at the bright red five-pointed stars, there are more and more.
With that period in mind, Liszt quickly bent down and climbed up the rugged mountain slope to the entrance of the cave.
Wearing a ghillie suit, he looked like a bunch of weeds from a very far distance.
Liszt lay quite relieved in the darkness deep in the cave, squinting at the Soviet soldiers who were gradually appearing, but couldn't help turning his head to face them.
That period said: "With so many people coming out to hunt you, it seems that your value is really high in their eyes."
"If I fall into their hands, I might as well shoot myself."
Deep in the cave tunnel.
This period also took a deep breath, looking extremely embarrassed as more and more Soviet soldiers gathered outside, and his expression became more and more nervous. 1911 semi-automatic pistol, gritted his teeth and said to Lister: "I will not fall into their hands."
As he gritted his teeth, he reached out to fumble for something in the inner pocket of his flight suit.
A small, rough, and even unsightly military green communicator appeared in his hand, and this machine called a full stop The teacher quickly swayed a few times, and his face became more and more embarrassed: "Damn it.
These Soviets have activated the maximum power signal shielding."
He was breathing deeply at this period.
He didn't even care about the rotten smell that was getting stronger in the cave tunnel.
He looked at the screen in his hand that couldn't display anything at all, with a look of despair in his eyes.
The Soviet soldiers who were gradually searching with assault rifles subconsciously retreated towards the depths of the cave, but the despair on their faces became more and more serious, as if they were trapped in death.
"The elite of the Enclave.
Have they all lost their psychological test now?"
Liszt also retreated towards the depths of the cave, slightly hidden behind the curved corner of the tunnel.
He continued to push this despairing expression deeper and deeper.
But his eyes swept across the small and rough communication device, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, and his tone was a bit solemn: "You are from the Enclave."
"Who are you and how do you know the Enclave?"
The full stop's expression also changed slightly.
His footsteps retreated towards the back, but the wide environment made him unable to help but tilt slightly, and he had already fallen into the huge environment inside the cave.
I don't know who turned on the tactical flashlight.
However, this full stop's face was also quite serious.
He even glared at Liszt and subconsciously clenched his pistol: "Most people definitely don't know the name of our organization."
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All the Enclave recruits are the elite of the American Federation.
Whether they are soldiers or politicians, only the most elite will receive invitations.
Even those big societies that are incredibly wealthy.
Among the capitalists who control most of the factories in the United States, only a few people have been absorbed into the Enclave because of their contributions in certain aspects.
They are the shadow government of the US federal government.
If they are known to outsiders so easily, they will be no different from some semi-public departments.
The semi-automatic pistol in his hand was slowly tightened.
His eyes were fixed on Liszt, but he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you?"
"I introduced myself, I am Liszt."
With a sarcastic smile on his lips, Liszt looked at the cave.
Carl and the others were also gathering with weapons.
He shook his head slightly to indicate that he was fine.
He also glanced at the supplies piled up in the corner.
He nodded and said lightly: " I also owned the communication device in your hand."
After a pause, the sarcasm on Liszt's face became more intense: "It's just that I accidentally lost it."
There was a slight look of confusion on the face of "Lost".
He had studied and lived within the Enclave since he was born, but he knew the suffering of outsiders who were not of Enclave descent and entered this shadow government.
Even if the name of Liszt in front of me is extremely famous in the army, how many of the real elites of the Enclave are released and cannot be used as hero teaching materials?
"Good news and bad news."
But Liszt didn't seem to care about this period.
He picked up his Winchester, turned around and looked at the tunnel of the cave behind him, and his voice was slightly lowered.
He seemed to be asking, but then he announced the answer: "The bad news is that the Soviets seem to know that we are here."
He slowly raised his left hand and motioned for Karl behind him to come over, and his voice was slightly soft.
He lowered his voice: "The good news is, at least we can still resist." s: Ahem, I went out today and just came back.
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