Vault 32

Chapter 134 Rescue
Arriving at the west side of the Rocky Mountains, in this complex mountainous area for a month and a half, Lister and his marines did not just build a temporary camp.On the contrary, they were all scattered, and simply detected this complex mountainous environment, and roughly divided the ups and downs between the various mountains, as well as the distribution of the dense virgin forest.

If this primeval forest and the Rocky Mountains belong to the sacred territory of the Canadians, then Lister and the others hidden in it are the people who are most familiar with this sacred territory of the Canadians.They have already drawn the surrounding topographic map with pencils, and even marked the surrounding areas that are easy to hide and the commanding heights. If the group of Canadians or Soviets appeared in this forest, the advantage of the home battle may not necessarily belong to who !
They are all elite marines. After a thorough understanding of this terrain, they are not stronger than those cowardly Canadian infantry. 01:30 points.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 the members of this group of marines are recruits who have just graduated from military academy and boot camp, so what?They who have learned the basic tactical movements, learned to shoot at three points and one line, and learned to cooperate with each other to cover, are also the deadliest 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.A Marine looked ahead and turned to Lister with his M4A1 assault rifle in hand: "Captain Lister, the parachute is right in front!"

"Well, I see it."

Nodding lightly, Liszt's eyes have already seen everything in front of him.Slightly licking the corner of his mouth, he looked at the edge of the primeval forest, on a primitive giant tree more than ten meters high, the light blue parachute seemed to be entangled by the tree crown, and the white ropes were also hung by the tree branches. He stopped, and couldn't help but chuckled softly: "It seems that our guest is in trouble."

Parachuting in forests or mountains is extremely dangerous. Unless it is a particularly important task, even professional paratroopers are unwilling to parachute in such a complicated environment.Although the pilot of the United States Federation was skilled and lucky enough to use the ejection seat to escape successfully, in this dense virgin forest, he was caught by a giant tree with a parachute, staggering between the branches and struggling to escape. not come down.

"Let's go help that poor guy."

Liszt spat fiercely towards the side, raised his arm and looked at the time above, then reached out and gestured to the ten Marines behind him.And the soldiers behind him immediately crossed his side with their weapons in hand, and quickly walked towards the big tree with the parachute hanging, forming a faint semicircle.

But when everyone came to the side of the big tree, their faces frowned slightly, especially when they saw the parachute rope that was shaking and gradually stopped, they all subconsciously turned their heads to look at Liszt beside him.And a marine walked forward a few meters, looked at the American federal pilot who had stopped struggling four or five meters above his head, and couldn't help frowning: "Is he dead?"

"Maybe it's just a disguise."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile, but Liszt clearly saw through this trick, and hung Winchester on his back with his backhand, but there was an extra M1911 semi-automatic pistol in his hand.He looked at the pilot who was drooping his head, as if he had encountered a fatal accident during a forced landing, and raised his voice slightly, and said loudly, "Are you coming down by yourself, or should we help you?"

Liszt's eyes looked at the big tree, the hanging pilot was still drooping his head, swaying as if fluttering with the wind.Slowly shrugging his shoulders, Liszt looked at the pilot who did not respond at all, but the M1911 semi-automatic pistol in his hand had been raised upwards, and he nodded lightly: "The group of Soviets and Canadians will come here at any time, if they arrive If we can't rescue you, we can only hang you on it forever."

His words were silent for a moment, and the surrounding boys of the Marine Corps had already raised their weapons, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed directly at the American federal pilot who was still hanging on the tree.But it was still dull, and the pilot on the tree was still swaying with the wind in a daze, as if he really died.

"Well, there's still no trust between us."

Cursing his lips, Liszt put down the M1911 semi-automatic pistol in his hand, stretched out his hand as if he was holding something in his arms, and followed his head to look around, and said helplessly: "Although shooting can attract those Attention from a bunch of Soviets and Canadians, but luckily I still have the silencer."

The movements in his hand were gentle and slow, as if he was really replacing the silencer, but in fact his hand was only a virtual grip, and there was not even a hair on the front of the muzzle.But four or five meters above the head, the voice of exasperation finally couldn't help it, and the pilot who looked like a corpse had already opened his eyes, continued to struggle and cursed downward at the same time: "Damn it, who are you?" ? Don’t tell me about the American Federation, I don’t believe that our special forces still exist in Canada!”

While speaking maliciously, the pilot took out a dagger from his leg, cut the rope lightly, and slid down the big tree.But he stood on the ground, looked at the M1911 semi-automatic pistol in Liszt's hands, took a deep breath, and nodded to the side, "This is really interesting."

"Okay, my respected Mr. Pilot, what we need to do now is to transfer to our temporary base before the arrival of the Soviet and Canadian helicopters."

Putting the M1911 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."

(End of this chapter)