This mountainous area of the remaining mountains of the Rocky Mountains can already be called List's occupied area, especially when he led the Marine Corps soldiers to enter the cave and transform it into a permanent underground fortification.
Since then, this area has also been declared officially separated from Canadian territory and Soviet control.
You must know that in more than two months, Lister led his troops, using the complex mountains and virgin forests, to cause great casualties to the group of Soviets and Canadians.
And this is also the reason why this area already belongs to his occupied zone, otherwise the Soviets and Canadians would not be kind enough to give up their territory.
But now that Liszt heard that there were only twenty Canadian troops, instead of feeling serious and solemn, the first reaction in his mind was that it was ridiculous.
He shook his head slowly, turned to Karl and shrugged: "Do they think our supplies can no longer be maintained?"
"This should be a test for us."
Karl nodded gently, with a relaxed smile on his face.
Looking at the Marines next to them who were throwing away pickaxes and sandbags, they subconsciously touched the tip of their noses and said to Lister with some embarrassment: "Based on the supplies we consume every day, let's compare the situation of the same troops. , In fact, we simply can’t survive this time.”
Not only could they not survive this time, Karl also knew quite clearly that if they were really an ordinary army, they would have reached the end of their rope by now.
Not to mention bullets, even the food was probably exhausted.
They were shivering in the cold mountainous area.
No matter who appeared in front of them, they had lost their fighting spirit and could only choose to surrender.
With a slight smile on his face, Lister could imagine the thoughts of those Soviets or Canadians studying logistics.
Because according to conventional troops.
Who else can have a golden finger and exchange it for a brand new winter combat uniform, ammunition box or delicious food in the void?
Liszt patted the non-existent dust on his body, with a bit of ridicule on his lips.
After glancing at the soldiers who were fully armed, he waved gently to the front, and then walked towards the tunnel of Cave No. 5.
At the same time, he said lightly: "Maybe they think we have been frozen.
Trembling, I immediately knelt down and prayed for surrender when I saw them.”
"What a joke."
There was basically no need to ease his relationship with the Soviets.
The so-called international laws and treaties cannot allow him to enjoy any kind treatment.
What's more, in this world where even the United Nations has announced its collapse, naked interest entanglements are the only conversation between countries.
As an abandoned son of the country, or a shadow wandering outside the country, the final result may not be better.
Where to go, and Liszt would rather die in battle than surrender at all.
What's more, even in the days when the United Nations was still there, the classic Geneva Convention only provided humanity and morality.
It's just a fig leaf hanging up to block the view.
Based on Lister's own behavior of killing prisoners on the Mexican battlefield, if it is really considered according to the Geneva Convention, I am afraid that it is also a crime against humanity and sentenced to death.
"How's the situation?"
Liszt came to Cave No. 5.
A raised boulder gap was the entrance to the cave.
From the outside, it looked quite secretive.
Some of the gaps were even obscured by heavy snow.
It looked like an ordinary rock wall. the difference.
He looked at the dozen Marines stationed at the entrance, walked over and frowned slightly, "Have you noticed anything unusual?"
"Nothing unusual.
Everything is under control."
In the corner of the tunnel, a Marine squad leader slowly raised his hand and made an OK gesture.
But his other hand was still holding the military telescope in his hand.
Carefully scanning the continuous white world outside, he said without raising his head: "Twenty Canadians, standard light infantry uniform, at twelve o'clock."
His observations were extremely careful, and he almost even examined the mountains and hills in the distance, because the temperature here was relatively cold.
He also slowly exhaled streaks of white mist from his mouth.
After finally confirming the target, he slowly said: "No heavy firepower or helicopter support was found.
It is initially estimated to be a reconnaissance force."
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"Reconnaissance Force" Liszt reached out and took the telescope handed over by the squad leader.
He also half-knelt in the crevice of the boulder.
Through the hidden gap of about half a meter, I also saw the two dozen black figures about a kilometer away.
However, the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.
Feeling the faint cold wind blowing, Liszt couldn't help but shook his head and smiled: "I feel pity for them."
As he looked, in the white snow in the distance, more than twenty Canadian infantrymen were struggling to move forward.
After more than a month of heavy snow, the snow in this mountainous area was almost half a meter thick, almost covering the thighs of these Canadian soldiers, making them walk as ridiculously as swaying penguins.
The Marines next to them have also set up the 2HB Browning heavy machine gun, opened the tripod and pointed the black muzzle directly at the gap in the boulder, and the sighting eye has been firmly aimed at the thousand Snow several meters away.
As long as Lister's order begins, the heavy machine gun's firepower will pour out and instantly overwhelm the Canadians who have nowhere to dodge.
"Wait, maybe we should move closer."
Lister's eyes narrowed slightly, and the military binoculars in his hand were fixed on the twenty Canadians, watching them reluctantly moving forward in the snow, but he raised his left hand slightly to indicate waiting.
Licking the corner of his mouth slowly, he looked at the maple leaf flag on the Canadian's chest, but something seemed to come to his mind.
He frowned slightly and said, "Don't shoot yet."
Reaching out to rummage through his pocket, Liszt also found the small and rough Enclave communication device in his hand.
Looking at the closed display screen above, Liszt glanced subconsciously at the twenty Canadians walking in the snow, but frowned tightly, as if talking to himself. : "Canadian Agents of the Enclave" s: Two updates today.
I don’t know what’s wrong.
I’m in a bad mood.
I’ve been depressed all day.
I’m just sulking.
I sit in front of the computer desk and don’t know what to think.
Could it be that I have the uncle who comes every month?
Helpless: