Chapter 207 Chi Hu
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.
In fact, Pigeon was very tired, but his excitement kept him from resting.
This was not the state of a veteran soldier, but as a ’cover’—and one particularly reminded by Butcher and the others to take good care of the boss—the anxiety that Pigeon felt was hard to share with others.
Mountain Eagle, subconsciously treating Butcher and his team as comrades from a ’game,’ could look after their physical condition but instinctively overlooked their mental stress.