The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

While Watson was taking action, a few kilometers away, the action team also quickly packed up the camp and continued to advance towards the town under the cover of night. They will be divided into two parts. The main personnel will stay as close to the town as possible and cooperate with the infiltration team to launch an attack; the other part will be two sniper teams composed of a small number of personnel, heading to the northern and southern outskirts of the town respectively, responsible for observing the enemy situation and providing long-range support.

Just when Dmitri was contacting the infiltration team and wanted them to disguise themselves and drive a farm truck out to scout the situation after daybreak, he learned that Slade was acting alone.

This was not planned at all.

Dmitri was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and quickly contacted Slade, but received no response. A few minutes later, just as he was hesitating whether to report to the headquarters, Slade's call came over the communication channel: "I cleared a sentry post."

The entire action team stopped immediately, and Dmitri opened his eyes wide: "What?"

"I cleared out the main outpost in the eastern area of ​​the town of Las Canyut."

Watson on the other end of the communicator took a sip of cheap vodka and glanced at the few blacklight servants who had just transformed downstairs. "I know what you want to say. Ahmed's men party in the bar at night. Every morning is a good time for them to be lazy. Ahmed himself doesn't get up early, so no one will notice the abnormality of the eastern outpost before noon today."

"But you shouldn't act on your own! Damn it! Do you know how risky this is?" Dmitri whispered, slowing down his pace and signaling the team to stay on guard: "Have you ever thought about what will happen after noon today? What if that Grigoriev comes in the evening? How are you going to deal with it?"

"The person in charge here and I had a friendly conversation. Now I have the specific locations of Ahmed's soldiers' garrisons, arsenals, and supply stations, as well as their recent action plans." Watson said as he changed into the Chechen soldier's uniform. "Including the approximate time when Grigoriev will arrive. You can call the base in advance now, because the time is noon today."

"Wait, you don't speak Chechen?"

"I can speak Chechen. Sorry, I didn't trust those two truck drivers."

"How will the soldiers at the outpost know when Grigorev will arrive?"

"Because that guy will fly over here by helicopter." Watson buckled his chest mount again and took the weapon back from the hover cloak. "You also know that the local Chechens are very nervous about flying vehicles recently, so of course we have to notify them in advance. Otherwise, if a sentinel who just sobered up really fires a heavy machine gun into the sky, it will be troublesome. Do you think the Chechen rebels have good communication conditions?"

There was silence on the other end of the communicator, and then Dmitri replied: "Okay, don't act on your own again, understand? I'll contact you later, and then you can tell me what you know."

"of course."

Watson lowered his skin tone to face the reflection in the glass window, covered his face with a scarf, and went downstairs with his gun.

He had to do this. Only five of the nine people in the outpost were left after being eaten. Although they had all been transformed into blacklight servants, these guys were completely silent and would most likely be exposed if they encountered "friendly forces" at close range, so he had to do it himself.

After reviewing the latest memory fragments he had absorbed, Watson stood on the side of the road and looked around boredly.

I never thought I’d have a chance to be a doorman.

There were less than two hours left before dawn, and apart from taking time to report to Dmitri and asking him to adjust the bombing target, nothing else happened. When dawn came, a familiar truck slowly drove into the outpost. Watson had already been reminded by the infiltration team and told several Black Light servants not to move. He stood in the middle of the road and raised his left hand to signal the vehicle to stop.

The truck stopped and in the window was a face I had seen not long ago.

The two truck drivers.

The people in the truck should be the farm owner and his family.

"(Chechen) Hey! Um... Has Astam changed shifts?" Seeing that it was not an acquaintance outside the car, the driver's expression was a little nervous, and he kept glancing at the RPK light machine gun in Watson's hand: "We came in last night, and we have rested and are ready to ship the goods out."

As he spoke, he handed over a stack of rubles.

Watson pretended to look at the other person for a few times, took the money and put it in his pocket, then took two steps back: "Okay, okay, let's go."

"Okay, okay! Thank you!"

The driver nodded vigorously and didn't dare to step on the accelerator too hard. This truck was like an 80-year-old man and it took a while to get up to speed.

I guess I'll have to spend some more time this morning.

After three or four cars were released, Watson noticed a group of short figures, some children about 13 or 14 years old, carrying worn-out AK automatic rifles, walking across the street in a group. They were talking and laughing, with relaxed expressions and gait, as if they were going to school.

Watson kept watching the figures disappear at the end of the street, slowly shifting his gaze to the gun in his hand, and finally turned around and faced the wide field outside the town. It was already daybreak, and Dmitri's team could not move further. They had already advanced to the edge of the forest north of the town.

The operational base in Dagestan has received intelligence and updated the specific bombing locations. A bombing formation consisting of several SU-25 ground attack aircraft is ready to take off at any time to provide timely air support to the action team.

Mainly bombs and rockets.

Simple, crude and effective.

Except for the central area, the entire town was basically hit by bombs, and the engine noise of the SU-25 attack aircraft was very loud. The sound of its low-altitude hovering could even be heard 15 kilometers away. There were many rebels in the town, and anyone who heard it would know what to do.

However, Dmitri's team was experienced in battles, so this was not the first time they had called for air support. Their plan was to capture the target with a fierce attack, and then deploy troops on the spot to hold out until air support arrived. Perhaps the aircraft engines could directly scare away some enemies.

But it takes at least 20 minutes for the plane to come here.

That's a bit late.

If it weren't for the uncertainty of Grigorev's exact landing time, Dmitry would even want to call for air support in advance to shorten the enemy's reaction time as much as possible.

Now everything is ready.

The regional structure of the entire town of Raskanyut had long been discovered by reconnaissance aircraft and military satellites. Now that Watson had successfully obtained Ahmed's residence, Dmitry quickly communicated with the command center and made an attack plan for that place overnight.

The biggest problem is that if Ahmed does not plan to meet the guests at his residence, but plans to choose another place to negotiate with Grigorev, the action team will have to adjust the arrangements based on the actual situation, and the original bombing route will have to be changed accordingly to avoid a few shells directly destroying the target.

This concern did not last long.

At 10: in the morning, when the roar of a helicopter engine was faintly heard in the northwest airspace, Watson looked at his tactical watch and knew that something bad was going to happen.

Grigoriev arrived early?

Captain Dmitri immediately reported the situation, urging the base to send out an attack fleet, and then ordered the infiltration team hiding in the farm in the northwest area to start the truck and wait for the attack order. Watson quickly gathered the Black Light servants, equipped them with weapons and ammunition, and started the two heavy machine gun pickup trucks in the outpost.

The whole town was awakened.

Orders continued to come from the rebel-issued walkie-talkies, repeatedly emphasizing that aerial vehicles must not be fired upon.

"I saw the plane. It's in the 9 o'clock direction of the town."

Hearing Dmitri's words, Watson used his tentacles to order the Black Light Servant to turn the car around and prepare to drive into the town. Grigoriev came from the west and was on the other side of him. Now rebel soldiers were pouring out of the roadside. He didn't know if his two cars would be discovered if they drove out.

But within a few seconds, angry shouts and curses came from the walkie-talkie. It was obvious that the local commander was well aware of the character of his subordinates. He expected them to line up and stand at attention for inspection. It would be barely possible in the afternoon. Some of them were still drunk in the morning, so it would be better for them to stay put.

Many people were probably forcibly woken up from their beds, and gathered together, cursing and swearing, with their postures and manners not being straight. A few officers were mixed in with them, blowing whistles, cursing and shouting at the soldiers to gather, and conveying the latest orders from the leader.

Rebels are rebels after all...

"Hey! No vehicles allowed on the street!"

A bearded officer passing by noticed the two pickup trucks at the gate of the outpost.

"Sorry! What?!"

Watson pretended not to hear and jumped out of the car.

"I said vehicles are not allowed to drive on the street! Did you hear me? Turn off the engine immediately!" The officer strode over, cursing, "Why do you have so few people? Astam is still asleep, right? Hurry up and wake them up! Damn it, what time is it?"

"Sorry, sir, I can't wake him up. He drank a lot last night." Watson shrugged and ordered several black light servants to turn off the engine and get out of the car and wait: "We can just stand guard here, right? Is that right..."

"%￥@! Where is he?!"

The officer was furious and asked Watson to lead the way: "I'm going to kick him up!"

"Of course, this way."

Taking the officer into the house, Watson turned around and dealt with him directly. He sorted out the extracted memory fragments, reported to Dmitry the order just issued by the rebels, then stood on the side of the road again, silently watching the rebel soldiers outside the outpost.

"We found a convoy of four vehicles leaving from the center of the town..." At this moment, the sniper team's report came through the communicator. Watson climbed back onto the pickup truck bed and held the DShK heavy machine gun with his hand: "Is there a camouflaged four-door jeep with skulls painted on the side?"

"Two, over."

"That's the convoy of Ahmed's personal bodyguards."

"Got it. Keep watching." Dmitri interrupted and paused for half a minute, probably reporting to the headquarters. He then informed the entire team: "The attack fleet has taken off and is expected to arrive in 23 minutes. Everyone, get ready."

"receive."

Watson checked the bolt of the heavy machine gun, counted the RPG launchers at his feet, and listened to the engine sounds getting closer and closer.

A few minutes later, the loud roar of the engine completely woke up the remaining lazy guys. Watson's vision was poor, and he could only learn from the observation team deployed on the mountainside that the plane landed on an open grassland in the western part of the town.

It's even more remote than the farm where the infiltration team is hiding.

"Bombing target location update."

Dmitri informed the headquarters of the landing location of the helicopter, and everyone continued to hide and watch the convoy approach the helicopter. More than half a minute later, the sniper team's report came through the communicator: "Confirmed that both targets have appeared. The convoy is heading to the central area of ​​the town. They should be negotiating at Ahmed's residence."

"Then we made the right bet." Dmitri gave the order: "Countdown 3 minutes to give the convoy time to enter the central area. We have to wait until they start negotiating the price before we take action."