Chapter 894 - 402: Nighttime Infiltration

Gu Ji said one sentence.

Wu Kang pulled up the handbrake, turned off the engine, and stopped the car.

In front, Gong Qingyong also began directing his team members to abandon their vehicles and proceed on foot.

Ninety percent of Iran's territory is plateau and mountainous, with an average altitude of 1,200 meters. The northeastern part of Tehran Province falls within the influence of the Alborz Mountain Range, making the slopes particularly steep.

The "armed cross-country 5 kilometers" training at Jinbang was fully utilized at this moment.

It must be admitted, the training plan for special forces by the Ministry of Public Security and provincial departments is indeed forward-looking.

As the altitude continued to rise.

The surrounding vegetation also became more lush, with the height of bushes exceeding two meters, and there were even quite a few deciduous trees like elms and cypresses.

In the dim light, this undoubtedly greatly increased the stealth of their infiltration.

After walking for more than half an hour.

Gao Bo wiped the slight sweat on his nose with his tactical gloves, looked back at the vast wilderness below the mountain, and grinned: "How much farther is it?"

"What, can't keep up physically?"

Wu Kang, at the tail of the team, teased.

Gao Bo immediately glared, "Nonsense, I have more energy than I can use up!"

With that, he quickened his pace to prove himself.

"We're almost at the top of the mountain, wait! There's some movement ahead..."

Zhao Hua glanced at the screen of the drone remote control, originally intending to calm everyone's emotions, but suddenly his eyelids twitched.

"Hide!"

Seeing this, Gong Qingyong immediately shouted lowly.

In an instant, all the special forces quickly squatted down, hiding behind the bushes and trunks nearby.

Gu Ji, Liu Weijun, and Gong Qingyong cautiously approached Zhao Hua.

"What's happening?"

"It seems to be animals, but there are a lot of them."

The three surrounded Zhao Hua, watching as he skillfully maneuvered the drone, filming the scene in the forest area at the mountain top, where many moving white shadows indeed appeared.

"It's goats, someone's grazing on the mountain top!"

"Most likely it's shepherds from the village behind the mountain."

Gong Qingyong raised an eyebrow and analyzed.

Wu Kang heard this and couldn't help but ask, "Hasn't the village already been occupied by Shalam's people? How could anyone dare to come out and graze? Could they be enemy sentries?"

"This issue is complicated. The Middle East region has poor infrastructure and information blockage; many villagers don't actually know what these terrorists do. On the contrary, these extremist organizations use the ignorance of the villagers to brainwash and deceive them into doing illegal activities."

Gong Qingyong was a veteran special forces officer, often carrying out anti-terrorism tasks, naturally knowledgeable.

"Even if they're villagers, we cannot take risks. We must control them, otherwise, once leaked, our infiltration will fail!"

At this time, Zhuang Feng, who had been silent at the rear, suddenly spoke.

"I also agree with Zhuang Feng's suggestion."

Gu Ji touched the dog's neck of Poison Sting, his gaze slightly congealed.

Even hostages require identification, let alone strangers in sensitive areas.

This rescue plan relies on "information gaps," utilizing enemy's ignorance of preconditions and the advantage of dim light sight to quickly surprise and catch the enemy off guard.

Therefore, no mistakes can be made in such details.

"Then let's prepare for action. The targets are two shepherds. We'll be responsible for the left, and you guys for the right."

"Okay!"

Gong Qingyong and Gu Ji made their decision one sentence each, while Liu Weijun reported their actions to the command center.

Subsequently, the team split into two.

From both sides of the mountain slope, they moved to encircle the shepherds.

"Target at 40 meters, it's an old man, there seems to be a dog beside him, we might have a hard time approaching."

Gao Bo, as a scout, ran to the designated position, hiding behind a tree, observed with the scope on his AK-103, and quietly reported.

Gu Ji called Poison Sting to the front, forcefully patted its head.

"This time it's up to you."

"Woof..."

A man and a dog having been through life and death, Poison Sting affectionately rubbed its head on his hand, then excitedly stuck out his tongue, seemingly eager.

"Zhou Yang, get ready."

"Understood."

Upon hearing the command, Zhou Yang immediately found a spot to set up the newly developed Iranian KH2002 long-barreled sniper rifle, which is among the two different main sniper weapons in their team.

The KH-2002, resembling the domestic 95, thus felt seamless to him.

Although not a shot was fired, at a mere distance of 40 meters, even if unfamiliar, it was impossible for Zhou Yang, a veteran special forces sniper, to miss.

Of course, Gu Ji did not intend for him to actually shoot.

Even with a silencer, any gunfire in such a mountainous area would immediately alert the enemy.

His arrangement was merely a contingency for extreme situations to control the scene.

"Attack!"

With an order, Poison Sting took the lead and charged out.

Upon approaching the edge of the flock, the hunting dog beside the shepherd also sensed the presence of a fellow canine, immediately barking toward the mountain.

"Woof! Woof woof!"

"Grr..."

Poison Sting menacingly bared its teeth at the hunting dog, with muscles tensed all over.

But, in the next second, it turned around and ran.

Out of instinct, the hunting dog chased directly.

"Aha ma! Aha ma!"

The shepherd uncle, unaware of what happened, shouted twice, seeing his hunting dog disappear from sight, hurriedly chased after.

"This is team three, reporting, our target person is approaching!"

"Our team has also reached within 10-meter range from the target!"