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"You didn't even hear any sound of fighting?"
"Marshal." Another person came out, "I'm sure the surroundings are very quiet."
The meaning of this statement is very clear. I have a very sensitive sense and if there were a real fight between professionals, I would definitely be able to sense the fluctuations of magic power.
Novak did not blame them, frowning as he glanced at the four bodies.
There are troubles, but fortunately there are also gains.
Although we didn't even see the shadow of the enemy, the way the four people died and the time of their death have revealed a lot of information.
First of all, it can be confirmed that the enemy can only launch three attacks in a short period of time, otherwise it will not let a person escape a few steps before killing him, which undoubtedly increases the risk of exposure.
Then...
Novak took a few steps forward and looked down at a shallow footprint in the sand beside the stream.
They are not professionals.
If that’s the case, how did they deceive the professionals’ perception?
Novak put his hands behind his back, feeling that there was something weird about the matter.
No, we must find out their background.
Humph, you like to sneak attack high-level professionals? I want to see if you can kill a Saint-level one!
"adjutant!"
"exist!"
Novak used magic to block the sound and whispered into the adjutant's ear.
Brando and the eight high-level professionals looked at each other, none of them knowing what he was doing.
…………
The mountains not far from the coalition camp.
Dam led more than 20 team members and found a natural cave on the hillside of a mountain to rest.
"Huh..." The team member didn't care about the wet ground at all and sat down. "Hey, you are worthy of being a great knight. You are really fast. I almost let him run away."
"Make a fire, cook, check the sniper rifle, and set off at night."
"Yes!"
The team members had clear division of labor. Some went out to collect firewood, while others collected the guns and disassembled and maintained them.
"Captain Dam."
"Ok?"
A team member grabbed the magic crystal and infused magic energy into the core of the sniper rifle: "The magic sniper rifle is powerful, but it is too troublesome to recharge it after each shot. Is Mr. Joffrey improving it?
Oh my god, the core is cracked!"
He disassembled the second gun and was surprised to find several cracks crisscrossing the surface of the glowing core.
Dam looked over and saw it was his own gun.
"The guy tried to escape, so I forced him to fire a second shot."
“I know that Mr. Joffrey has warned me that overloading a sniper rifle would… but I didn’t expect it to be so serious.
Well, luckily I brought a spare."
The team member rummaged through the storage bag at his waist and took out a sniper rifle of the same model: "Here, this is the model Captain Dam likes."
Joffrey has developed more than ten models of magic sniper rifles. The power of each model is not much different, but the shapes and emphases are slightly different.
The one that Dam favors tends to be more violent in its killing power, but at the expense of a certain amount of endurance.
When fully loaded, others can fire two shots, but he can only fire one.
If you force the second shot, the result will be that the core will shatter and the gun will be scrapped.
"Captain Dam." The team member continued to maintain the other sniper rifles. "I just counted them. You don't have many of this model. You have to use them sparingly."
Dam glanced at him. "If your second shot hadn't missed, I wouldn't have had to shoot again."
“Hahaha…” The team member laughed awkwardly and scratched his head, “Too excited, so…”
"Ok?"
"Uh, what's wrong?"
Dam stood up suddenly, walked quickly to the team members, squatted down, grabbed the ankle and lifted the foot up.
The other team members in the cave looked at him blankly, wondering what was wrong with the captain? Why was he interested in his combat boots?
Dam ignored them and stared at the grooves between the soles of his shoes: "Sand..."
He thought about it for a moment and remembered that there was a stream near the team's ambush site, and beside the stream... there was a small piece of sand.
There aren't many grains of sand, but... they couldn't have missed it.
If that happens... our secret that we are ordinary people will be exposed.
Unless the enemy commander is an idiot, he will...
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Dam let go of his hand: "Nothing."
The team member lifted his foot and looked down at the sole of his shoe: "Is there a problem?"
“We’ll talk about it later.
Now, hurry up and cook, it's only two hours before dark."
"Yes!"
The team members quickened their movements.
Chapter 349: The Battle between Ordinary People and Saints
The daily training of the special forces team, in addition to familiarizing themselves with the gun formation, also involves practicing various methods of concealing their tracks.
For example, during field operations, how to clean up all traces of movement - crushed weeds, broken branches and leaves, footprints on the ground, etc.
Damm had the most profound attainments in this subject.
This is reflected not only in his first-place test score, but also in the sharp instincts of a "special forces soldier" he developed after repeated training.
When he saw the sand remaining in the gaps between the patterns on the soles of his team members' shoes, he immediately realized that he and his team had exposed a lot of information.
The footprints left by the team members on the beach near the stream will definitely be found during the coalition search site.
Normal professionals, especially those who can kill magicians, will never leave the scene by "walking".
Dam was not sure how much intelligence the coalition had extracted from the footprints, but one thing was clear: the coalition had definitely deduced that he was not a high-level professional.
Anyway, he is definitely not a saint. I have never heard of any saint who needs to use his legs to kill someone and run away.
In this way, the battle strategy must be changed.
If there were no footprints, the coalition could only infer based on common sense that it was the Holy Thunder that took action, quickly killing four high-level professionals and then fleeing the scene.
Before finding out the number and strength of the Saint-level attackers, it is impossible for the coalition forces to send out Saint-level to replace the scout team composed of high-level professionals.
the reason is simple.
The coalition forces would be worried that if Lake sent not just a few Saints but the entire army, their own Saints would swagger out of the tent and scatter to guard the surroundings, which would undoubtedly be courting death.
Therefore, Dam's original plan was to rely on the fact that the coalition forces did not dare to send out the Saint-level troops and to hunt down their high-level professionals in the periphery.
Now that obviously doesn't work.
The coalition forces knew that they were ordinary people, so they naturally guessed that they were able to kill high-level professionals with the help of "strange weapons". In that case, they would have no scruples and would definitely send out the Saints.
Dam took the sniper rifle handed to him by his teammate and held it in his arms, lowering his head in deep thought. The light of the campfire cast his figure on the wall of the cave, swaying gently with the flickering of the fire.
The invisibility core... Mr. Joffrey said that it can definitely evade the perception of the mage level, but the saint level... He didn't mention the saint level...
With his brows slightly furrowed, he muttered, "I have to test it..."
"Captain Dam."
"Captain Dam?"
"Captain Dam?!" the team member raised his voice.
"Ah?" Dam was so focused on his thinking that he took a long time to hear, "What's wrong?"
"It's time to eat." The team members came over carrying a steaming stainless steel square box.
Raising his hand to take it, Dam leaned the gun against the wall behind him: "Notify everyone to have a meeting after dinner."
"Yes!"
Soon, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and sat in a circle around the campfire.
Dam poked the campfire with a branch, and the dim flames came back to life. "Tonight's sniper plan is temporarily cancelled. Hmm... pick one person to go out with me, and the rest of you stay where you are."
The team members were stunned and asked, "Why?
We have a stealth core, so we don't have to worry about being followed. We can just kill the enemy..."
Dam looked at everyone calmly, and their voices gradually faded away.
When the cave returned to silence, with only the occasional crackling of the bonfire, he said, "Due to some unexpected events, I decided to change the plan.
I need to confirm some unknowns as to whether the revised plan can be implemented.”
"Something has happened..." A team member scratched his head, "What has happened? Is there anything unusual during the day?"
Hearing the word "abnormal", the team member who left footprints on the beach by the stream hesitated, and then remembered that Dam had looked at the soles of his shoes before. He suddenly understood, and then stood up with a grim expression: "I..."
"Okay, just you, and join me later." Dam interrupted him.
"Captain, I..."
"You took the initiative to sign up but then changed your mind. Are you afraid of death?"
"how come!"
"Then shut up and sit down."