Are you talking about the talent of Fog Shadow" Blackfish wrung his hands, his eyes still looking open, and he didn't know where his eyes were looking, or if he didn't see anything.
"Well, the talent of a pure-blood descendant."
The dove said, "If it's this kind of talent, can you see through it?"
"That depends on how skilled his Fog Shadow is."
Blackfish said: "My mentor once mentioned this Moria talent, he said that we trackers are a new race in the demon race, before the Atlanteans came to Earth, when we were at war with Moria, in fact, we did not master the skill of tracking, at that time our ancestors believed that offense is the best defense, so the contradiction has always been the choice of spear. ” "You mean, it was our demons who started to exhibit tracking techniques after the Atlantis and Moria joined forces to take the land and rushed to the dark underworld," the dove heard about the history of stalkers for the first time, after all, in the dark underworld, people who learn different combat secrets will follow different mentors, and they rarely communicate with each other.
"That's right, after the Atlanteans came, Moriah's leader Odin curried favor with these foreign civilizations, obtained the mysteries of Lunas, and then displayed all kinds of talents, if it wasn't for the Atlanteans to intervene, we might not have suffered humiliation and left the light world.
In the later war with the Morians, we had enough of the misty shadows, and many of our ancestors fell to the Moriah warriors who had mastered this talent.
Later, after we left our homeland for the Dark Dungeon, the ancestors learned from the pain and decided to develop a group of stalkers like us.
The blackfish said, "Dove, didn't your mentor mention this to you?"
"No, my mentor likes to deal with the dead, he is a corpse protector, so he likes to be pure, and the dead are much quieter than the living."
"So I try not to ask him questions, just bury my head in learning." ” "Hmm," the blackfish said abruptly, repeating the words he had spoken for the first time.
"The sand is moving," he muttered, pointing to a dark spot at the foot of the opposite mountain, "they're Moria, they're almost down to the bottom of the mountain, I don't think these guys want to slip away, I should say, they're preparing to attack us."
"What are you going to do with these guys," the dove asked, "do you want me to order those Taliban soldiers to surround them now?"
He looked down at his watch, a little anxious: "My dreadnought has a time limit, only two hours, and now there is less than an hour of effect left, if the time passes, these Taliban soldiers will be no different from dead people, they will collapse, faint and even die." ” "You are a student of the corpse protector, fearlessness is the special secret technique of the corpse family, they are dead, aren't you better to just open the corpse technique, the dead who become zombies are more offensive than these humans who are in a state of excitement now, aren't they" Blackfish said disapprovingly.
The dove choked on his words, and after a while he said, "Well, I'll let them retreat and surround you where you said, and it's better to die."
"No, the Moria are right next to those Taliban soldiers."
Blackfish's face never had any expression, "I remember we had a lot of rocket launchers and mortars and stuff like that" "That's right. 21, there is also a mortar battalion. ” He frowned and thought for a moment, "You want to carry out artillery coverage" The dove looked at the dark hillside in the distance, where there was no scene at all, and then picked up the night vision goggles and looked again, "But you can see them, we can't see them." ” "See that big rock" The black fish stretched out his fat finger, and there was indeed a boulder several meters wide where he pointed.
"See, there's a bald tree on the hillside, ten meters behind the right, is that there?"
asked the dove.
Blackfish nodded, affirmed the dove's answer, and said: "That's right, that's the reference for the artillerymen, you translate ten meters to the left, and let the mortar shoot a benchmark first." ” The dove disappeared into Blackfish's side, in fact, he didn't like Blackfish a lot, he looked calm and disgusting, and the trackers were a group of isolated guys, who were considered outliers in the demon race.
But many of the trackers I have seen look like a black fish, and they do things slowly, and they can't knock out a fart with a few sticks, and they can kill people in a hurry.
The dove's movements were very swift, and soon, a mortar sound of "Tong" sounded from the artillery positions in the rear.
A mortar shell of 1oo mm caliber fell on the opposite hillside, but perhaps due to technical problems, there was some deviation, and it did not hit the impact point required by the Blackfish, and deviated by more than ten meters.
"A bunch of waste" Blackfish's dead man's face was still expressionless, but his big head finally shook to express his dissatisfaction.
On the opposite hillside.
The feeling of people moving in the "fog shadows" is very strange, and the range stealth released by Lanstrow makes it feel like being in a space of different latitudes, you can see the Taliban soldiers around you rubbing shoulders with you, you can hear their heavy snorts because they are affected by "Dreadnought", and you can even smell the strong fox smell emanating from their armpits because they haven't showered for a few days.
But they just can't see you, they don't know that the enemy is around them, maybe they're grimacing and walking away.
Mist Shadow is indeed a very powerful talent, and the most uncomfortable thing about playing against someone like Lanstrow is that you can't see him at all, and you don't know when and from what angle he will dodge out of the dark transparent air and stab you in the back. rumble The sound of the explosion kicked up a puff of black smoke more than 20 meters away, and the dirt on the ground was lifted into the air in pieces, and then all the people around them fell like raindrops.
Seven or eight Taliban soldiers near the explosion site suddenly poured blood mold, this mortar shell that deviated from the trajectory directly tore these guys to pieces, in order to expand the effect of the explosion, the dove chose this time the benchmark shooting run was a high-explosive grenade.
Hayabusa felt something hit his head, and a stream of hot stuff flowed down his neck into his camouflage uniform.
He reached out and touched it, and was immediately startled, his hands were bright red, and they were full of sticky blood.
The former Russian hacker was so shocked that he almost opened his mouth to scream.
Blood, paralyzed, I'm hanging the lottery Gege covered his mouth and choked his words back into his stomach.
Then pointing to the ground, Hayabusa looked down and breathed a sigh of relief.
A hairy severed hand was severed by shrapnel at the wrist and exploded to this side, accidentally smashing into the head of the hapless falcon, causing him to win the jackpot.
"What's going on" Lanstrow leaned on a throat shock headset to make a slight sound, "they fired at their own people" A hand suddenly reached into Lanstrour's shoulder and grabbed it hard.
Startled, Lanstrow stopped
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