The performance of the military version of the snowmobile is excellent, and the roar of the engine and throttle is not too loud.
But a convoy of ten snow models slid through the snow in the white-capped mountains, and the sound could be heard quite clearly in the silent primeval forest even though it was thousands of meters away.
The goggles were already on Liszt's face.
He looked at the woods passing by quickly in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and rub his almost frozen face.
But there was also a bit of joy in his eyes.
Racing wildly in the open snow and at the edge of the forest, the excitement of dodging giant primitive trees and rocks almost made his adrenaline secrete rapidly.
Lister finally understood why so many people like drag racing, especially why there are so many motorcycle gangs.
That kind of stimulation really makes people seem to forget everything, and the speed also seems to make people beyond the control of time and space in a short period of time, as if they are the pleasure of mastering everything like God.
But when Liszt raised his head and looked into the distance, the thick black smoke still gathering and rising in mid-air seemed to be a clear instruction signal.
And the accelerator that Liszt was twisting crazily in his hand also slowed down slightly.
He turned to look at the other nine military snowmobiles that were quickly following behind him, and frowned slightly.
"Karl, how much time do we have left?"
After rubbing the cold skin on his face, Liszt took out a small water bottle behind his back.
He quickly unscrewed the lid, then raised his head and took a big sip of it.
Feeling the cold liquid instantly explode into flames in his mouth, he let out a satisfied breath of alcohol and drank it at the same time.
The military hip flask in his hand was also thrown to Karl, who was controlling the snowmobile and was parked next to him.
He nodded and said, "Have some of this.
You will forget how cold this damn place is."
"Vodka no.
This stuff takes my cool off."
Reaching out to catch the small wine bottle thrown by Liszt, Karl looked down at the conspicuous red five-pointed star on the wine bottle.
Of course he knew that this style was definitely a kettle made in the Soviet Union, and looking at Liszt's slightly rosy face With both cheeks, he also shook his head and threw it back towards Liszt, but frowned and said: "We are walking through the canyons and gentle slopes of the mountains.
According to the visual inspection of the direction in which the alien spacecraft fell, we should be close to half the distance." hours away.” he said.
There was a slight frown on his face, especially when he looked at the extremely conspicuous black smoke in the sky.
The vigilance from years of training also made him ponder for a moment.
He turned to Liszt and frowned: "Why haven't we discovered one yet?"
Soviet helicopters, or traces of their troops."
"Maybe they are still enjoying a nice day under the covers."
Raising his head and scanning the surroundings, Liszt also looked at the sky, which was still covered with a few dark clouds and scattered with fine snowflakes.
But his eyes narrowed slightly, and he drank another swig of vodka, as the heat followed his throat and entered his abdomen.
Feeling the slightest bit of heat, he nodded slowly and said, "Everyone, please pay attention to the rest of the journey."
Half an hour away.
It is only the time calculated by Karl.
It may be long or short, but for Lister and the others, any enemy they may encounter will be the most deadly.
The snow model they are riding now is not even an armed vehicle, and its attack method is only the driver and the rifleman behind it.
Although their mobility allows them to advance faster in the snow than those infantry fighting vehicles or off-road vehicles, once they encounter an ambush or are pursued by a helicopter formation in the sky, the consequences can be troublesome.
A lot.
After all, they are just ordinary mobile vehicles.
Compared with the sturdy and armored armed vehicles, they have almost no resistance.
"I really want to have some quiet time to recuperate, so I'll just go to the door myself."
Turning to look at the snowmobile behind him, Liszt tightened the accelerator in his hand again.
The snowmobile under his crotch was like a flying arrow, right between the flat part of the mountains and the edge of the virgin forest.
Driving at medium speed.
And their ten snowmobiles have formed a straight line, moving forward at almost the same speed as on a flat road.
The skis under the motorcycle lightly pressed down on the soft snow layer, but the surging power quickly moved forward with the help of the temporary reaction force before it could all sink in.
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Each of them wore goggles on their faces and wore standard winter combat uniforms, plus a white robe as camouflage clothing and as additional warm clothing.
In areas with gentle slopes, the surging horsepower of snowmobiles can easily rush up, and the snow layer that has appeared for nearly two months has already developed the ability to carry heavy objects.
Liszt and the others climbed over the hills one after another.
Those that could not be climbed directly went around the gaps in the canyons on both sides.
They were still traveling at a very fast speed in this complicated mountainous area, even though they did not pass through the forest where countless trees still stood.
But they were getting closer and closer to the place where the smoke was billowing.
But the uneasiness in Liszt's heart became more and more apparent.
While his heart was beating, he looked at the mountains in front of him that were gradually rising, and his eyes became more and more concentrated.
This is already the junction point between the remnants of the Rocky Mountains and the real mountains.
The undulating mountains are like evil dragons lurking, waiting for their prey to take the bait.
"What's going on?
This feeling doesn't feel right."
Liszt's eyes narrowed slightly, and the increased accelerator in his hand slowly stopped, and the nine snowmobiles behind him also slowly limited their speed as his speed decreased, but Liszt's heart Uneasy but still beating.
He slowly turned his head and was about to say something to Karl, but the sixth sense coming from the bottom of his heart made him shake his head to the side instantly, almost with a coolness flying along his scalp, a crisp...
The sound of gunfire also instantly appeared in this primeval forest.
"Bang" The sound of gunshots was reverberating, and the young man behind Liszt who was still holding a rifle and watching the surroundings on guard had turned into a broken gourd with splashes of white and red colors all over the surrounding area. .
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