The night was clear, cold and still. The stars, like diamonds, glittered in the moonless sky. The only other light came from the few windows in the remote mountain village hundreds of meters below him.
The ground was frozen solid. The early spring sun did not have the power to wake it up just yet, but he knew that his winter recon gear would keep him warm in all but the harshest of winters – and that wasn’t the case down here. He shuddered, remembering the polar circle training, the frost and the frostbites of men less careful than he was. Compared to the icy forests of Finland, this was a piece of cake.
His radio clicked once and he activated the headset, realizing that it was time for another regular check.
“Mauler 1, this is Sentry 1. All clear up here. No movement.”
“Roger that, Sentry 1,” a deep male voice with distinctive German accent responded.
He switched the radio to a different channel.
“Sentry 2, this is Sentry 1. Anything to report? Did you change your position?”
The man on the other end took a few seconds to respond.
“Affirmative. We’re now holed up in the barn at the end of the village. No contact yet. Four men standing by. No dogs.”
He almost laughed out loud at that last remark even though he knew that it was actually no laughing matter. In the last two weeks, Lodestar negotiators tried their best to get the local villagers to support them, only to be rebuffed by superstitious nonsense – an old local priest accused them of being werewolves or some other mystical evil.
While the negotiators tried their best to calm down the priest, a squad from one of the recon K-9 units thought it would be a really fun idea to paint one of their war dogs black, attach a set of night vision lenses that happened to glow red when activated to his head and let the dog run through the village at night. In the incident that followed, the dog almost got shot and the negotiators got chased out of the village by an angry mob.
As a result of this action, all Deathwalker units were ordered to steer clear of the village and only enter it under the cover of night in order to stage the ambush.
The radio clicked again.
“Sentry 1, this is Sentry 2. We’re seeing some activity at the other end of the village. Looks like the relief trucks arrived after all.”
Under the skull-shaped mask, Sentry 1 was smiling as he cocked his rifle.
“It’s showtime.”
繁星如钻石般在宁静清澈的夜空中闪耀。而地面上唯一的光源,则是几百米外的偏远山村中尚未熄灭的灯火。
地面早已冻结,初春的微弱阳光不足以将其融化。他认为自己的冬季装备能让他在寒冬中保持温暖,但事实并非如此。他颤抖着,回想起以前的极地训练,以及那些因为不够谨慎而冻僵的倒霉蛋。与冰结的芬兰森林相比,现在的状况根本算不上什么。
这时,无线电响了。他激活了耳机,意识到是时候进行下一次检查了。
“暴徒1号,这里是哨兵1号,没有发现异常。”
“收到。”回应他的是一个声音低沉的男人,带有明显的德国口音。
他切换了无线电的频道。
“哨兵2号,这里是哨兵1号,有没有什么异常?你们转移了吗?”
对方过了几秒后才回应。
“是的,我们在村子尽头的谷仓里,尚未接敌。四人小组待机中,没有狗。”
尽管毫无笑点,但他在听到最后一句话时差点笑出声。在这两个星期里,北极星公司派出的谈判砖家为了争取村民们的支持而跑断了腿,但却因对方的迷信而被拒绝 - 一个当地的老祭司说了他们是狼人之类的鬼话。
当谈判人员试图让那个祭司冷静下来的时候,K-9侦察单位的一个小队却起了恶作剧的念头。他们将一只军犬涂成黑色,在它的头上戴了一个在运作时会发出红光的夜视镜,然后在夜里放狗进村。狗差点在事件中被射杀,而谈判人员也被愤怒的村民赶走了。
结果,所有“死亡行者”被命令绕开村庄,并在夜色的掩护下发动突袭。
无线电再次响起。
“哨兵1号,这里是哨兵2号。我们发现村子的另一端有动静,似乎是援助车辆到了。”
在骷髅状的面具下,哨兵1号微笑着并扣动了步枪的扳机。
“It’s SHOWTIME.”

The ground was frozen solid. The early spring sun did not have the power to wake it up just yet, but he knew that his winter recon gear would keep him warm in all but the harshest of winters – and that wasn’t the case down here. He shuddered, remembering the polar circle training, the frost and the frostbites of men less careful than he was. Compared to the icy forests of Finland, this was a piece of cake.
His radio clicked once and he activated the headset, realizing that it was time for another regular check.
“Mauler 1, this is Sentry 1. All clear up here. No movement.”
“Roger that, Sentry 1,” a deep male voice with distinctive German accent responded.
He switched the radio to a different channel.
“Sentry 2, this is Sentry 1. Anything to report? Did you change your position?”
The man on the other end took a few seconds to respond.
“Affirmative. We’re now holed up in the barn at the end of the village. No contact yet. Four men standing by. No dogs.”
He almost laughed out loud at that last remark even though he knew that it was actually no laughing matter. In the last two weeks, Lodestar negotiators tried their best to get the local villagers to support them, only to be rebuffed by superstitious nonsense – an old local priest accused them of being werewolves or some other mystical evil.
While the negotiators tried their best to calm down the priest, a squad from one of the recon K-9 units thought it would be a really fun idea to paint one of their war dogs black, attach a set of night vision lenses that happened to glow red when activated to his head and let the dog run through the village at night. In the incident that followed, the dog almost got shot and the negotiators got chased out of the village by an angry mob.
As a result of this action, all Deathwalker units were ordered to steer clear of the village and only enter it under the cover of night in order to stage the ambush.
The radio clicked again.
“Sentry 1, this is Sentry 2. We’re seeing some activity at the other end of the village. Looks like the relief trucks arrived after all.”
Under the skull-shaped mask, Sentry 1 was smiling as he cocked his rifle.
“It’s showtime.”
繁星如钻石般在宁静清澈的夜空中闪耀。而地面上唯一的光源,则是几百米外的偏远山村中尚未熄灭的灯火。
地面早已冻结,初春的微弱阳光不足以将其融化。他认为自己的冬季装备能让他在寒冬中保持温暖,但事实并非如此。他颤抖着,回想起以前的极地训练,以及那些因为不够谨慎而冻僵的倒霉蛋。与冰结的芬兰森林相比,现在的状况根本算不上什么。
这时,无线电响了。他激活了耳机,意识到是时候进行下一次检查了。
“暴徒1号,这里是哨兵1号,没有发现异常。”
“收到。”回应他的是一个声音低沉的男人,带有明显的德国口音。
他切换了无线电的频道。
“哨兵2号,这里是哨兵1号,有没有什么异常?你们转移了吗?”
对方过了几秒后才回应。
“是的,我们在村子尽头的谷仓里,尚未接敌。四人小组待机中,没有狗。”
尽管毫无笑点,但他在听到最后一句话时差点笑出声。在这两个星期里,北极星公司派出的谈判砖家为了争取村民们的支持而跑断了腿,但却因对方的迷信而被拒绝 - 一个当地的老祭司说了他们是狼人之类的鬼话。
当谈判人员试图让那个祭司冷静下来的时候,K-9侦察单位的一个小队却起了恶作剧的念头。他们将一只军犬涂成黑色,在它的头上戴了一个在运作时会发出红光的夜视镜,然后在夜里放狗进村。狗差点在事件中被射杀,而谈判人员也被愤怒的村民赶走了。
结果,所有“死亡行者”被命令绕开村庄,并在夜色的掩护下发动突袭。
无线电再次响起。
“哨兵1号,这里是哨兵2号。我们发现村子的另一端有动静,似乎是援助车辆到了。”
在骷髅状的面具下,哨兵1号微笑着并扣动了步枪的扳机。
“It’s SHOWTIME.”
