A small forest in the south of the barracks, sparse trees, short to promote the sound of insects.

More than a dozen armed soldiers lined up through the forest, occasionally encounter large bushes, will hand out long guns into them, if there is no response, continue to patrol.

There are three or four such teams in the forest, and after combing through the whole forest, they will move to the west. Soon after, other teams of soldiers patrolling from elsewhere will enter the forest again, and so on and on.

There was a high patch of grass in the middle of the forest, when a group of soldiers came and dared not snub at the sight. The captain waved his hand and dispersed the procession, and a dozen or so people handed out their long guns side by side and poked at the grass.

After the inspection, there was no movement. Suddenly, a black figure flashed from behind them and pasted it above the tree trunk.

Unaware of it, the group of soldiers, led by the captain, moved on.

The figure heaved a sigh of relief and poked his head out, and it was Dawn who habitually narrowed his narrow eyes under the scarf.

Although Dawn seemed indifferent to talking to Joshua, as if going in and out of the camp was like walking in and out of his own backyard, he actually knew the difficulty this time. The barracks is no better than the aristocratic mansion, where the field of vision is broad, the patrol is tight, and it is not generally difficult to sneak in silently.

Although the commander was a little slow in response, he was less quick-witted. But that doesn't mean he can't do anything else. The camp is well laid out right now. The whole is built according to the mountain, and the terrain is quite high.

Due to the west of the camp is an open area, as long as it is guarded, it will put an end to the possibility of a positive impact. To the north is a ravine and mountain stream, which is not only a natural danger to block the enemy but also close to the water source, it is an excellent terrain. The only flaw may be the sparse grove in the south, where Dawn is located. There is no way to do this. Temporary camping in the mountains can not be perfect.

In addition to the location of the camp, the interior of the camp is complete with horse barricades, simple wooden walls, small watchtowers, and so on. Various marching tents are placed layer upon layer and linked to each other, defending the largest white cloth tent in the center. As a whole, it looks like an iron bucket. This not only protects the commander who lives in the central government, but also makes it easy to give orders. No wonder Borg, who had a big grudge against the commander, had to admit that the camp was well laid out.

But just as no matter how tedious the lock is, it will be opened eventually. Although the camp is well-guarded, it is not without a chance. Dawn began to sneak in decisively after observing for a while and figuring out the rules of patrol.

Dodge, flank, hide the tree, the patrol on the left has passed, and the next team will arrive in three minutes. Turn left, move fast, lie down. Dawn walked like a ghost in the middle east of the woods, marching on and on. In the meantime, the smooth movement of each step contains keen observation and careful logic.

Dawn, the conductor on overall vision, is really not good at it, nor does he have that talent. But with the fine control of the small area, he will not be afraid of anyone.

Once again, after ghostly passing over a group of soldiers, Dawn finally touched the edge of the woods.

"Falk." Scold softly.

I couldn't see clearly from a distance, and now when I got closer, Don saw that there was still some distance between the woods and the camp. There were supposed to be trees here, but now they have all become bare stumps. Obviously, it must have been sawed off after camping to form an open space.

What should we do about this? It must be impossible to break into that. Dozens of meters away, no matter how fast it is, it will be seen by the soldiers on the watchtower in front of you. And the next patrol will arrive in a few minutes, and it's not okay to stay where you are. Dawn was surprised to find himself in a dilemma.

Tread, tread, tread. Dawn turned his head and saw a group of soldiers coming out of the woods to the camp on the left.

No, this team has gone back. The next batch should come.

Hey! Go back? There was a sudden movement in Dawn's heart. Is it a deal? Shit, bet!

The decision was made decisively, and Dawn jumped to the left. In the march, the figure crackled softly, and in an instant he was half short, like a dwarf.

Shake shoes, tie clothes, cut clothes, peel pants. In a few seconds, Dawn will catch up with the last soldier to come out of the woods.

Stick it silently behind you and move forward. The soldier on the watchtower looked over, everything was fine, and then turned his head away. If his eyes were not in front of him, but directly above him, he would see that behind the last soldier, a little man dressed in black was following in his footsteps.

Good, you can't see me, you can't see me. Don held his breath and followed like a ghost. The soldiers in front walked forward normally without feeling anything.

This is undoubtedly a very strange scene. believe that if the soldier accidentally turns his head, he will definitely be scared silly. Of course, he would also be instantly killed by Dawn.

The camp is getting closer and the danger is far from over. Because as the soldiers approached, the greater the angle on the watchtower, until Dawn was finally seen.

It was inevitable that Dawn's figure would be exposed in those seconds. All he can bet now is that the soldiers on the watchtower won't look over in those seconds.

Closer, closer, coming. Dawn's afterlight had seen the soldiers on the watchtower, and in the same way, if the other side turned his head, he would have found him.

The camp is close at hand, ten steps, eight steps, five steps, three steps. Don't move, be good. This is neither like psychic powers nor like the meditation of a lullaby, and naturally it does not affect others. The soldier on the watchtower moved his neck slightly and turned his head unconsciously.

fuck!

Without thinking about it, Dawn stepped sideways and slid behind the wooden wall of the camp.

In an instant, the soldier on the watchtower turned his head again.

Call. Don took a long breath. All of a sudden, the hair stands up, shrinks his head, and rolls back.

The last soldier stopped, turned his head and looked behind him questioningly. When Dawn slid just now, the fat clothes still gave a hint of wind. Behind the soldier was a simple wooden wall, and he was now only a few steps away from Dawn.

Step, the soldier took a step back.

Dawn had no choice but to retreat now, and then he was exposed to the sight of the watchtower soldiers. Narrow eyes narrowed, body leaned forward, dagger slid out of cuff. "what's the matter?"

"well, it's nothing. There seemed to be a sound just now. "

"here? The wind. Let's go, damn it, I'm so sleepy that I can finally change my shift. "

"Oh." The soldier turned and ran after him.

I scared your father to death. Dawn wiped his sweat in shock.

Half ring, stick your head out.

It was quiet, and most of the soldiers except those on duty were fast asleep. Of course, there are patrols inside the camp, and the intensity is not weaker than that on the outside.

After observing for a period of time, Dawn wrote down the route and rules of the patrol in mind. Get up and touch the inside of the camp.

Although the internal and external defense is equally tight, there are some covers, tents, and some simple wooden cabins that make toilets, which make it easy for Dawn to avoid.

Soon Dawn came to the north of the camp.

Borg speculated that the food and forage should be in the east and north of the camp.

After observing, Dawn shook his head in disappointment. The tents here are constantly snoring, which is obviously a resting place for soldiers.

Tut-tut, it seems to be in the east, in the rear of the whole camp. Dawn thought for a moment and was about to get up. All of a sudden, wow. The curtain was lifted and a figure appeared in front of him.

Dawn's scalp was instantly anesthetized, the coolness of the spine went up, the body subconsciously reacted faster than the mind, and the dagger popped up.

Uh. The soldier in armor, as if he had not seen Dawn at his feet, staggered forward a few steps into a wooden cabin.

That's the toilet. Your sister! With a sullen face, Don walked to the cabin and entered.

Humming, crackling bone displacement. For a moment, soldier. Oh, it was Dawn who regained his figure and came out in a soldier's armor.

"Don't take off your armour at night. Did you expect us to sneak up? " Dawn shook his head, dressed himself, and headed east. As for the soldier, er, you know, he can hide people in the toilet. The camp is forbidden to run around at night, so don't think you can swagger around wearing armor.

However, wearing soldier armor was part of Dawn's plan, and now when he came across this man who wanted to die, he took it off easily.

When Don touched the back of the camp, he immediately knew where the grain was, because there was a team of more than a dozen guards at the door.

Dawn smacked his lips and, alas, forced me to kill again.