What the hell is this, you can almost speak freely into the microphone.
Your silence once again shows that you know where you are. The bald man said you would be fine, but I was a little skeptical. I think you are an idiot, who overestimated the Americans who knew his out of touch. Especially where we are going
In fact, he is correct in several respects. I don't know our final course and destination. This is not listed in the file that bald bastard lied to me. As for the overrated idiot...
Don't worry, Inna will take care of you so that you can return to the bald bastard who made you this way. Haha, you people are all the same. Easy to read
"Fuck you," I said softly, fed up with his nonsense.
I am very happy that this bald man gave this man something else, not to please himself, but only this time. Because I’m Colonel Romintov of the Soviet Air Force and I’m about to become the second-star general of your army Tolber. Because all the first-star generals will be sent to Siberia, that’s where we are going, so if you want to play, this is not A place because I will keep you here and you will never return to your Hollywood. Don't talk to Talber before landing. You only have some balls, but not many brains
Without pause, Romintov quickly talked to Inner in Russian, talking about the upcoming route change, and used her records to verify that it was indeed correct. Considering what the pilot mentioned about Siberia, knowing a colonel Romintov who did pre-form an extreme hero in the battle between Moscow and Stalingrad provided cover for firepower to convey that the Soviet Air Force was actually one-handed and almost non-existent, where in fact Stalin secretly organized his breakout plan, which proved not only to successfully allow rescuers to enter the city, but also to start a major counteroffensive to Berlin. Colonel Romintov is its spearhead.
Although this was only a propaganda developed by the Western countries to improve the morals of such a person, such a person had been shot down, trekking miles in cold conditions to resist German patrols, while mapping the enemy’s weaknesses and strongholds, and later the Soviet Union The arteries wiped out the entire German division, which is simply far-fetched.
If there is no well-trained team to draw a topographic map on the ground, let alone a person, how can such a map exist and complete the attack
Does Colonel Romintov really exist? The plane he pilots is more like a Messerschmitt 109 fighter at all times. The main fighter of the Luftwaffe and a Russian trainer that may have been in 1940 are now converted into a certain type of fighter.
When I quickly opened the breast pocket of my skydiving uniform, holding a page of mission reports, scanning them to see if they matched the Inna quoted by Luomintov, everything flashed through my mind.
There are a few sets of numbers that I need to take time to review, because what else to see in the conversation is now quite limited. But after careful inspection, they are not exactly the same, but very close to Romintov's. I have a map of Europe in my other aircraft pocket, including a map of Russia that I always carry with me. It may be difficult to explain why some people may see this as a kind of espionage, as well as my compass for finding their location. .
Check the two numbers again and they are correct. With a sigh, staring at something from the cockpit window, except for the wider and wider space between the clouds and the farmland, it feels like the fragmented landscape below, wearing a uniform, in other completely confused memories of Magadan that I know And the Kolyma River area, where winter temperatures range from minus 19 degrees Celsius to minus 8 degrees Celsius. Now it’s December when the summer has passed a few months ago. Compared with Zurich, it will be very cold there, and there is no one piece of clothing that can protect me from this situation, such as the one-piece and the one I’m wearing now. The new boots given to me by the flight sergeant were placed on my bed together and informed me that the new regulations require all transatlantic flights to the United States to wear this special uniform and boots, for future conditions.
We only noticed that the rapid increase in our flying altitude did reduce the temperature in the cockpit, but strangely, only the hands, face and head felt this way. My hands slid along the sides of the jumpsuit, except that the collar and two wrists were a little swollen, and there were two large pockets in the middle of the thigh that other jumpsuits did not have. The other jumpsuits were no different.
As the colder and colder weather began to affect the flexibility of the hands, it is almost certain that the temperature will drop sharply soon, so I had to propose two solutions, because not only my limbs were affected, but also Also affected by the head, I was actually thinking how fun it would be to strip half of my thick beard from the cold, so I no longer realized that Romintov was right. In the past few months, I became lazy, and here, the results are obvious.
One option is to ask Romintov if there are high-altitude equipment on board; or find it yourself. Looking around, there is no storage compartment. We actually happened to hit the shell of the airplane, because there was no barrier between us and the frozen metal, except that the ice crystals that grew into beautiful patterns like mushrooms attracted my sleepy attention and admired their simplicity.
Body temperature began to drop. Cold has to fight against both the body and the mind. If I don't call out aloud, I will simply fall asleep. This is the quiet end of things. After five years of war, this strange and complicated situation has happened again.
Relax, leaning my head on the seat, feeling that the bulge around the collar prevents all of this, even if I hope to ignite an imaginary spark to find a solution, I just didn’t think that it might give in for a moment...
There was hardly any reaction from my hand. I quickly returned to the collar, feeling that there was a slightly thicker strip of cloth on the collar, and a thin inner lining stuck to my neck, like a pocket. At such a moment, I had torn my pullover, but I still pulled the collar completely. The material inside spread out, pressing against the skin of my neck. Now I use a hand like a claw. At work, the cold almost squeezed them into a fist, and I realized that it was a cover.
At the beginning, I could only use my thumb and index finger to fumble, but the other fingers now look like they are glued together, almost frozen into a puck, and finally I can fully open the clothes without any further loss to pull it over the head and cling to it. Only a small circle is left behind my face, only the eyes, nose and mouth are allowed to be exposed.
Within a few seconds, the warmth began to fill my hood, completely enclosing my neck and head, completely enveloping it. almost.
Except for the hands. After another minute, they will be useless. The cold was almost unbearable for them, but they didn't have gloves on them, and they didn't have the strength to ask for help from the cold.
The wrist is the same as the collar. But my hands are too stiff to move. They are frozen stiff, just pieces of frozen meat. Looking down at them, he said nothing, was exhausted, and disheartened. He didn't notice the rapid climb of the plane earlier. Of course, the cold had serious consequences now. Here, they all turned into light blue sè and white sè, and the hair on their bodies appeared so bright that they almost stood upright. Li Zheng's hair laughed loudly, and my thoughts drifted away under the influence of the cold.
One hand quickly touched my legs and moved quickly in my direction. Suddenly, I felt my arms twitch, and my vision gradually blurred, turning into a dim gray.
Only the engine pulls the aircraft higher and higher. Accompanied by the deafening whistling and harsh sound, the metal frame of the spacecraft tries to escape the almost unbearable pressure. The duration of this pressure must last for one minute, from six. The countdown started at ten, and when finally calm came at four o'clock, Romintov leveled the plane and reached altitude.
Sometimes all it takes is a moment. One minute and sixty seconds can change many events and situations. Even one second, under certain factors, is enough to change eternity. With the quiet engine filling up somewhere in the cockpit, the needle in the second minute began to pierce deeply into the back of the hand, then slowly pierce the fingers, slowly looping painfully to recover itself.
During the missions carried out in the deep sea of Norway, I was almost frozen to death twice. The experience of surviving there prepared me because the warm blood flowed through the severely restricted blood vessels and the capillaries opened wider. If it is too fast, the person may wish that he is dead.
Then, Romintov's Russian voice came through the headset, asking Inna about the documents and coordinates. Maybe it's because my whole body is not frozen and I feel exhausted.
Then Inna's faint voice said, "His hands are bad, but it will be better. He still has a face. No documents were found, Lieutenant General."
Well, he found the hood. There is at least one ball. We need his hands. We don’t even need such a suit.
When darkness enveloped the spaceship, Inna's voice calmly confirmed this: "Yes, Lieutenant General."
They were surprised to find that when he reached for the handle, the door hit another person's hand. The bone clearly heard the cracking sound of dry wood, probably from the first person's hand. He was pushed into the second room, which gave him a chance not to wait, and fired a shot directly in the face of the second room. A large part of the head was split into pieces and sprinkled in the room along the wall. Covered with a crimson area, the walls are naked white.
The explosion frightened the first person. He fell directly to the ground, dizzy, and probably thought he had been shot because the impact of the bullet forced the second person’s head to fall on his back and left cheek in large chunks. On the side. Putting down my weapon, he sat there with his back hunched, shaking his body, reacting to shock, knowing that at a moment he would be useless, maybe crying, because most people saw it in the first serious meeting Someone was almost blown to pieces, especially right next to you. Slightly bent my weapon to speak from his head and one foot, clearly and straightforwardly, seeing this situation as simply as possible. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)