War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 313 Find the target
In the dark night, Wei Ran carried a backpack full of food on his back, wore a camouflage net, and wrapped a thick sheepskin on his shoes, and walked carefully through the desolate Gobi Desert in the night.

When he climbed up a stone mountain, he could see two piles of bonfires burning in a small valley deep in the hilly area and four tents covered by the lighting lights on the top of the two off-road vehicles.

In addition, with the help of binoculars, he saw clearly the two groups of people surrounding the bonfire.

One of them was holding a beer bottle and chatting around the bonfire. They were exactly the four target people I was looking for. Besides, the blond woman dancing on the roof of the car I saw with the astronomical telescope during the day was also the same as this group. Four people together.Judging by the intimate behavior between her and the middle-aged man who was still wearing a cowboy hat, it was clear that these two dogs and men must be together.

On one side of the bonfire surrounded by these five people, on an aluminum alloy table with a kerosene lamp, there were five rifles with scopes.

Whether this group of people wear or use outdoor products, they all imply that they are the so-called "rich people".

In stark contrast to them were the four people beside another bonfire. They were wearing uniform old-fashioned Soviet camouflage uniforms. Two of them carried AK rifles on their shoulders, and the other two carried AK rifles on their shoulders. Holding an SVD sniper rifle.

And on the side of the Ural truck behind them, there are several dogs who are leaning their upper bodies, trying to bite the carcasses of their prey hanging on the outer edge of the carriage.Beside the Ural truck, there were two big red motorcycles lined up side by side.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran carefully slipped to the halfway up the stone mountain, found a flat place and took out the half-track motorcycle from the metal book, then took off the polar bear skin blanket and reindeer skin blanket fixed on it, and put it on again. The half-track motorcycle took back the metal book, and returned to the top of the mountain with two rolls of animal skins.

Carefully spread the bear skin under his body, then put on the reindeer skin blanket and the camouflage net brought over. Wei Ran, who has warmed up a lot, raised the binoculars to take a look again. Seeing that there was nothing unexpected, he took out his carry-on wine Kettle took a sip.

Although it has only just entered November, the temperature in this place is at least four or five degrees below zero. He doesn't want to be frozen to death before a week of surveillance work.

With the help of two thick animal skin blankets and the small jug of whiskey, the surveillance work that followed was much more comfortable. After ten o'clock in the evening, the middle-aged man who had been wearing a cowboy hat from the beginning to the end picked him up and put him in his arms. The woman next to him got into the tent closest to the SUV.The other three men also ended the game and got into their own tents.

As for the four people who were around another campfire, one with an AK assault rifle and one with an SVD sniper rifle had already got into the cargo bed of a truck wrapped in canvas to rest, and the other two had already hid themselves. Get to the shadow of the truck or surrounding rocks.Only the few dogs were left lying on the edge of the campfire, curled up into a waist shape.

"These dogs are a nuisance."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, but there was no better way. Fortunately, the distance between him and the other party was far enough, and before entering this hilly area, he deliberately walked in the downwind, otherwise, I am afraid that A few dogs had already started barking and even rushed over.

The troubles he needs to face are more than that. How to create some accidents for these people is the question he has never thought about.

There is basically no need to think about tampering with their cars. Even if you ignore the dogs who are far more vigilant than humans, you have no chance to get close to the three cars.

So can you give their camp a hand and foot?Or is there a way to make them conflict themselves?
Wei Ran looked at the tents in the distant mountain depression, thinking about various hypothetical possibilities with a frown.

It lasted until after 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the two men in camouflage uniforms who had been on guard and their companions in the truck began to change shifts. Soon after, a man wearing only a down jacket and showing two big white legs that stood out in the light of the campfire The blond woman also got out of the tent closest to the off-road vehicle, and then squatted between the two off-road vehicles.

And behind her, a camouflage uniform who had just changed shifts had already grabbed another companion who was carrying an SVD, stretched out his arm and pointed to the woman's position.

"It's not a coincidence"

Wei Ran, who was holding the binoculars, showed a sneer. The problem that worried him just now has a tendency to be solved easily.

Watching the blond woman who seemed to be awakened by urination to get into the tent again wearing a down jacket, Wei Ran took note of the hidden positions of the two color batches, and then carefully moved to the middle of the mountain under the cover of the camouflage net .Then he put away two animal skin blankets, carried a backpack full of food, and walked at least a kilometer deep into the hilly area.

Because of the terrain constraints, it was impossible for the three cars outside to drive over, and the corresponding security was naturally much higher.

Taking out the half-track motorcycle again, taking out the canvas tent fixed on the rear cargo box and setting it up, Wei Ran got into the warm tent, and immediately lit up the gasoline stove that he also got from Bear Island, and then he will be in Uralsk The food I bought was simply warmed up to fill my stomach.

After laying out the two animal skin blankets again, Wei Ran took out the oil barrel used to hold fresh water in the metal book and poured it into his mouth. Set an alarm clock.

Thanks to the help of those things in the metal book, Wei Ran slept very comfortably that night. When he was woken up by the alarm clock at [-]:[-] the next morning, he was even in the mood to use the small stainless steel stove that came with the gasoline stove. The pot cooked a serving of oatmeal.

After he had eaten and drank enough, the early morning sun gradually came out, illuminating the hoarfrost-covered ground little by little.

He moved quickly and sent all the things that could fit into the metal book. This time, Wei Ran even used stones to hold down the backpack containing the food. He only carried the not-so-big camouflage net. Back at the foot of the stone mountain where he monitored the other party's camp yesterday, he changed to a more concealed position and lay down, carefully pulled out the withered yellow pasture in front of him, and continued his surveillance work. The target person takes a photo.

Soon, the people in the opposite camp also finished their breakfast. After drinking a cup of coffee, the middle-aged man in the cowboy hat immediately took the other three Wei Ran's targets, and the blond woman who was also wearing a hunting suit , got into the off-road vehicle driven by the two men with AK rifles on their backs,
Watching the two off-road vehicles leave their camp, the remaining two men in camouflage suits with SVD on their backs obviously relaxed.I saw the two of them sitting directly on the chairs by the bonfire, each picking up a small piece of flaming twigs and lighting the cigarettes on their mouths, chatting and laughing under Wei Ran's telescope.

After one cigarette was exhausted, one of the two got up and took something from the truck bed, greeted the dogs who were having fun around them, and left the camp on a motorcycle alone.

As for another man in camouflage with an SVD sniper rifle on his back, after waiting for his companion to walk away, he immediately took out a syringe from his pocket, drew some blood from his arm, and pushed it into a thumb-sized injection bottle Shaking it a little, then pulling it out and reinjecting it into his own veins.

In the distance, Wei Ran, who saw all this in his eyes, put away his binoculars, took out a small notebook the size of a palm, and carefully recorded it with a pencil in it. This is what he called "Camouflage S1" Men, give yourself a specific time to spray medicine.

(End of this chapter)