It is believed that France once owned large tracts of land, but those lands that have now been destroyed by the war, as well as almost the entire countryside of Western Europe, especially Eastern Europe, only a few places are relatively unaffected; and England, more accurately, Scotland.
But when we drove away from the old house with the bald man and sat not far from us, my attention shifted from why the smell of heather to why a truck drove around less than twenty yards from the building. We attacked us when we crossed the corner. If we hadn't driven the car with the driver's quick defensive action, we would have died under the unstoppable bullets of the large-caliber machine gun mounted on the truck. However, we finally staggered next to a small single-engine plane and got off the plane together, although we were sent on the plane soon. We looked back at the remaining car, its twisted metal and broken glass, thinking that she had done her duty to protect us, while oil and possible fuel were dripping from her landing gear, steam and smoke. Churning on the hood.
The same three people brought me close to the center of the car as before. The driver half looked at the plane, and the propeller of the plane was desperately screaming to leave the ground and fly into the air. There, the burning truck seemed to be a fairly safe choice. The other half did look at the truck. The truck exploded in an instant and lifted its body up to five feet high. It was either because the ammunition exploded or for another reason. It may be that the last survivor did not want any materials in their mission to be destroyed. Discovery check.
The escort did not turn around from the sudden explosion, and did not show any indifference except flying towards the plane. Instead, he hesitated for a while, then looked back at the scene of the truck returning to the ground, and then looked at it. The driver, his own weapon aimed at the crashed plane with a scope, ready to fire when necessary. A person stopped for a while, turned his head, as if seeing a beautiful woman just passing by. For such a simple thing, I immediately felt under his arms. The men on both sides grasped tightly with strong hands, almost holding my one hundred and sixty. The pound of meat was lifted from the tarmac, very relaxed, even they themselves did not take the next step.
A few yards from the plane were written on the toe of my shoe. The escort politely and forcefully placed me directly in front of the small ladder, and then threw me out of the small door. A woman stood there with her arms outstretched. The shot opened quickly, and then closed the universal logo and moved quickly, otherwise we would be dead, much louder than any language, because they had the opportunity to conquer the terrible sound made by the pilot when he stepped on the accelerator... ... Didn't notice what happened, but the plane looked like a single-seater monoplane fighter, a certain type of propeller fighter was converted into three seats with a Russian spacecraft on it.
My mouth opened slightly, and I was surprised to grab as much oxygen as possible, because the propeller of the fighter jet now increases the moment of forward thrust, except that the air tastes hot from the fuel and God knows that this beast must be like this, for an airplane Reconnaissance experts can identify many from the ground, but this is still something completely different.
Not only is the wind pressing on me, but the pure vibration of the spacecraft itself is also resonating outwards, exerting indescribable pressure on my body, feeling its throbbing through the bones, trembling and descending to the ground that is still uncertain. The entire area around the ship was trembling, as if the fear of being torn apart as the ship accelerated.
After a while, the leader sitting in the passenger seat of the outer carriage walked aside, and the two people beside me lifted up under my arms, and at the same time felt two hands on the belt lifting me directly to the small hatch. Grasping the woman's hand there, the woman who said something in her mouth couldn't hear her shaking her head, scolding me for being late for class without a doubt, and it almost reminded me of this picture: Newton in the fourth grade Madam believed that she was welcoming me into her new class. She shook her body quickly, intending to slap my hand fiercely with a wooden ruler from behind her, accompanied by a sharp voice, making this the number one in your class. Don't be late for class.
But she and Mrs. Newton were far away, and there was no room. When the small door closed, we squeezed together tightly and pressed tightly on her.
Both of us are close to the hard metal faces on our shoulders, and we are only a few inches apart. All I can do is take a look and see what kind of task will become, looking directly into the hazel eyes With smooth and healthy skin, her dark red hair used to tie her back, but due to the wind and all these movements, their gently curly hair loosened, only touching her shoulders.
Oh my God, she was so beautiful, when she picked it up, she immediately pushed me away and yelled, and then suddenly stopped realizing it was useless. She calmly reached behind me. Before I came in, she put the earphone she was wearing in my hand. Although it was awkward, it still landed on her neck, and then gently tapped on the right earphone. The microphone, everyone is looking at me, as if saying, see? That's it
After understanding this hint, the pilot’s voice immediately jumped out calmly and clearly, confirming that the plane took off. Whether it is assumed that we or someone with an important body, we know that we’d better sit in a short time. Good seat belts, we saw from the beginning that this was not an ordinary plane, or it was crushed when we took off from the runway.
Seeing my ability to wear headphones, this woman moved quickly forward on the plane, but because there was absolutely no space to walk, and even bent over, she crawled in the direction of the pilot with both hands and knees, along a narrow but controllable strip. In the passage, the pilot did pass by her, busy as a controller outside the cockpit, looking to the left, looking to the right, waving his hands, hoping not to panic, because some pilots used to fly and wanted to leave the ground at all costs, screaming They are extremely easy targets, making me wonder what they think once they are in the air. At least on the ground, most people speculate that a person can jump up and run in dangerous places, but in the cold air hundreds of feet high, the oxygen is reduced. If your ass is shot down, then
After a while, the woman almost sat in her seat, and soon followed me, and pulled herself into my seat. This is also different from the reconnaissance plane you usually use simple leather and fasten it with a belt. Your few springs. Here it is padded and soft, with slightly curved edges, and you sit on a high headrest folded along the back of the person.
When we left the ground, the incredible trembling on the ground stopped, but fortunately, when we left the ground, my excitement, my love of flying, seeing a different world, and meeting me Of this girl.
Soon hovering over the airport, overlooking many previous scenes: the army swarmed, surrounded the victims like ants, surrounded trucks and escorts that were still on fire, but none of the fire trucks disappeared in the chaos, The fire brigade followed closely and sent more troops.
When we left Zurich, we buckled our seat belts. This is another big city that was partially destroyed by the war. Some places were still smoking due to controlled fires, which first led to the burning of diseases and waste, and mainly It is to prevent epidemics and to make room for reconstruction. Returning to the matter at hand, we are climbing northwest at a speed that no aircraft can reach. The airflow itself will destroy the structure of the aircraft. Here we are doing exactly the opposite.
The cockpit cover glass is thicker, only the seat is one inch higher than my knee. However, like her and the pilot, we have almost no space to move. Except for the head, there is no navigation instrument to work, which means the plane can only rely on One person, take me back to check this plane. Reviewing the craftsmanship in complete relaxation and making psychological notes is very different from the first time I encountered an enemy attack by a slight shock. Regardless of a person’s experience in this situation, it is mainly adrenaline and the body’s reaction that cause almost All the pain was shaking, dizziness, and even vomiting.
Except DonaX. You don't feel any anxiety there. The opposite happened.
Nevertheless, after putting the pills in my pocket, the common feelings associated with the adrenaline surge almost disappeared, leaving only the calm after the storm and the body returned to normal. We continue to climb just waiting, what else can we do besides enjoying the peace and the tranquility brought about by the flight. There is no other peace here, except in sleep, most of the time is just lying unconsciously, here, when the opposite happens... ...
"Are you still there?" There was a voice in the headset, not just touching the ground.
"Yes," I waited patiently. Asking these two questions may have nothing to do with my mission, except for the pilot and the woman I don’t know. Maybe a navigation system
"You seem to have attracted the attention of others," the voice replied.
I assure you this is redundant
"I assure you, this is almost killing us. After a while, they will take over the whole operation.
Is he blaming me for this? Oh my God, I'm going home less than five minutes ago and...
Your silence proved your crime. very good. I gladly accept your apology, isn't it, Inna? But that will be Major Inner Talber for you. She is in charge of this task, and you have to follow her orders exactly. do you understand
What the hell is this, you can almost speak freely into the microphone. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)