Qi Tianlin leaned against the outside of the courtyard. This is a small courtyard with a distinct Eastern Mediterranean style. It is surrounded by green trees and the beige walls are marked by wind and rain. Even the upper edge of the gate has beautiful red tiles. The walls about one meter high are better for the sake of looking good or to define the scope of the home. You can imagine how peaceful and peaceful this place was before the war...

Qi Tianlin looked around and fumbled on the wall with his backhand. He confirmed that there was nothing special. He turned over and held the top of the wall, gently landed, and then squatted along the base of the wall to observe. As long as he faced various experienced militants, any strange pit could be dug for you, so be careful and cautious will never go out of time.

Saatchi's voice came from his headphones: "Nothing happens around..."

After confirming that there was no thunder at his feet in the courtyard, Qi Tianlin slowly stood up, approached the main house from one side along the wall, put a rifle on his back, pulled out the pistol from his waist, turned on the silencer, pulled out the battle blade and held it in his mouth, and then took out a strong light flashlight, gently approaching a window without a barrier...

I didn't go in rashly, but just shone the flashlight quickly, and took that moment to observe it inside.

No one, but there is a sign of confusion...

It's not normal, because the village does not seem to be in a confrontation on the surface, and it's not dangerous.

The situation here is different from the overall situation...

I didn't enter the house, and continued to circle around this small building with only the attic. The other windows were all similar situations...

Qi Tianlin was about to enter the room when Saqi's voice came again: "Wait a minute...wait until I come and take a look?"

Qi Tianlin thought about it and agreed, because he had entered the construction area, there was no need to cover the high point. Instead, the individual Sachs was relatively dangerous, and tightening was more conducive to cooperation and echoing.

Sachie's time to come was not slow. After all, his sneaking was also very characteristic. Moreover, it was already dark at this time. I had been observing Qi Tianlin's route just now. Now I just need to draw the same thing...

He climbed over the low wall with his bag on his back, took off his stuff, and came over with only the AK rifle: "No one?"

Qi Tianlin nodded: "Wake me in?"

But Saqi shook his head: "I'll go in..."

Qi Tianlin was a little surprised. Aren’t you afraid of death? Don’t go in every house. Don’t go in if you can. You can kill you in any corner, but you don’t say a word, nodded and handed over his flashlight. His P226 had been given to Saqi before, but the Eastern European man turned on a headlight from Qi Tianlin and put it on. He first carefully observed the windowsill in front of him, and then carefully flipped in, touching it with a flashlight and a pistol.

Qi Tianlin didn't care about it, bowed back to the corner of the equipment, took out the thermal sensor and quietly observed the surrounding situation... He listened to various slight sounds around him, including Saqi's slow movement in the house, which seemed to form a picture in his mind.

For twenty minutes, Sa Qi pushed open the door and waved to him gently. Qi Tianlin still walked around the wall. In this case, he would never walk through the central open space of the courtyard. The insecurity that he had no support around was very uncomfortable.

As soon as Saqi arrived at the door, he gave a conclusion: "They are gone! In about two days, our group has found them and taken them away!"

Qi Tianlin remained silent: "Have you a signal?"

Saqi shook his head: "It can be analyzed from the traces in the house, and the number of people entering and leaving is basically in line with each other. They will not leave me a signal. I have already been considered a war loss..." PMC is like this. There are few mutual feelings, and more often it is more important to protect yourself.

Qi Tianlin asked: "What should we do now?"

Saatchi frowned: "Wait for me for a while?"

Qi Tianlin was not in a hurry and nodded: "...Okay!"

Sach took out a black and white plaid shirt from behind like magic. Locals often wear it, but PMCs definitely won't choose, because it's really a bit unfavorable to conceal: "I looked for the cabinet inside, I'll go out and take a look..." He also took a red and white plaid scarf in his other hand, which is also the most common headdress for Syrians...

Qi Tianlin didn't think he would attract five hundred knives and axe players, but he wouldn't stay in the house and waited foolishly. He went out and picked up the equipment and changed it to the corner of the wall, and then conducted the quiet observation he had just now. It was not until half an hour later that Sa Qiqi climbed in from the wall. When he heard Qi Tianlin snapping his fingers, he came over with a little excitement: "Let's head to the southwest..."

Qi Tianlin did not ask where his information came from, nodded, carried the equipment, and carried the gun bag of the sniper rifle. The two of them left the village on the edge of the city without any stop in the night, and walked southwest, leaving the big city that had not yet entered...

Saqi was a little excited: "First of all, from the high point, there is no motor vehicle here anymore. The reporter will definitely not attract people to enter and exit with motor vehicles during this period, so they must be walking... and there are no traces of tires at the entrance of the courtyard. Recently, no vehicles have appeared in this area. The oil supply in this city should have been strictly controlled by the government... Then they can only walk away, just like us."

Qi Tianlin nodded while observing the surroundings, without saying a word.

Saqi walked down and said, "Then as long as you don't leave by car, the traces will be relatively easy to find. Of course, it's not impossible to track down the car, but it's much more difficult... It seems that you can walk from all directions, but after a brief summary, there are always only a few exits. It's very easy to track their shoe prints, because our shoes are definitely different from locals, and even journalists are different..."

At this time, the two of them had turned a road, and Saqi squatted down and pointed at a roadbed: "The soil here was obviously what they left the path and entered this direction..."

Under the light of Saqi's headlight, with Qi Tianlin's eyesight and experience, you can also see at a glance that there are a few slightly blurry shoe prints here, which are indeed not civilian shoes like locals. He doesn't think that these hiking shoes, which are obviously three or four brands, will be left by the government army. You will naturally understand when you see these footprints, but it takes some skill to be able to quickly find these footprints at night...

Saatchi walked a few steps away. There were two branches placed horizontally here. It seemed that he had placed them before, with a distance of about 80 centimeters. Qi Tianlin still understood that this was also the most commonly used technique in battlefield tracking...

Stage measurement.

Saqi skillfully pointed out the number: "Seven people! It just so happens that four people are from my group, three reporters, the most important thing is this one, the shape of the feet and angle, they are a woman, and one of the three reporters is a woman!"
Chapter completed!