Mountain Eagle and his team spent nearly an hour organizing their equipment, and it was already two-thirty in the morning.
"Why hasn't Bolonicov's support arrived yet?"
Pigeon leaned against a tombstone, his eyes fixed on the binoculars, but there was still no movement on the road leading to Moscow.
Mountain Eagle, who had been resting his eyes while leaning against a cross, opened his eyes and said into the radio, "The later the enemy arrives, the more of them there will be.
Take a break for a while, let Mi Lu keep watch a bit. We need to keep our strength up."
Among them, Pigeon was relatively at ease, but he faced the greatest psychological pressure.
Under Mountain Eagle's command, as a sniper, he didn't need to move around much, but if he didn't move, his gun barrel had to, otherwise he would lose his value.
This situation demanded a higher level of concentration and shooting skills from him, naturally bringing greater pressure.
