"As for these captives... they were captured by me."
Dongfang Yu's pale face showed from the thick stubble, as if he was mocking Xu Le wantonly, he looked at the people in the room and laughed: "This is not a fucking movie, if it is a movie, I will make you kneel. Come down and beg me."
"You must never really kneel down and beg me, because it's useless no matter how much you beg."
He looked at Xu Le again, turned his arm regardless of the injury, pointed at the three terrifying penetrating wounds between his chest and abdomen, and said in a very serious tone: "This is what I have exchanged for my life, these two imperial prisoners must I'll be carried back to the troops and put in a prisoner of war camp for the rest of my life, if you want to take them away, unless you punch a few more holes in my stomach right now."
Xiong Linquan silently looked at the dust on the military boots, and at the traces of the heavy gun swinging beside his line of sight, suddenly shook his head and said to Xu Le: "Go away, I have just notified the base of the electronic coordinates, our mission has already been completed. Done, a mecha battalion will come to pick us up tomorrow evening, if you don’t want to fight the federal military again, you’d better leave immediately.”
The relationship between Xu Le and the seventh group is very complicated and indescribable. They are naturally at opposite ends of the hostility, but they can't be really hostile, and of course they can't be too close. Xiong Linquan's ability to say such words at this time has already represented A very rare trust and a lot of old camaraderie.
Xu Le's reaction was beyond the expectations of everyone in the building. He didn't feel sad and sad, and he didn't suddenly turn into a cold-blooded and ruthless devil picking up a gun to attack. Instead, he silently took off the marching backpack behind him and frowned as he looked at the corner. The wave frequency light curtain in the room, asked: "Is there a signal in this area?"
"The electronic interference is still very serious, and the communication is intermittent. I only had time to report the coordinates, but I did not record the electronic false overflow code."
Zhu Zi, a member of the seventh group, habitually answered this question quickly. It was not until the sentence was spoken that he realized that this kind of military information should be kept secret, and he couldn't help scratching his eyebrows in embarrassment.
Xu Le looked at Xiong Linquan, frowned and asked, "When were the coordinates sent back?"
Having not seen each other for three years, Xiong Linquan can still easily read the emotions hidden between the brows of the swords, and can't help but raise his eyebrows. According to military discipline, he should never disclose this information to anyone, even though the other party used to be him. The most trusted leader, but after all, there is the blood of the imperial family in his body, not to mention that he has disappeared for so long, who can guarantee that there is no change in him.
After a moment of silence, Xiong Linquan overcame the struggle in his heart, and said a precise time value in a deep voice.
"Before entering the range of the electronic shielding cloud of the Southwest Theater, I did some intelligence filtering calculations, and I felt that there were some problems. Your NTR team had been dormant in Feige for so long, and the military had ignored it, but in the information flow during that time, The frequency of the number appearing is too high."
Xu Le looked at Xiong Linquan and said, "I feel a little weird. Originally, I wanted to suggest that you should contact the ground troops first instead of directly contacting the staff of the rear base, but since you have given the coordinates back, I can only advise you to evacuate immediately. This small courtyard."
"Why?" Xiong Linquan asked with a frown.
"It feels." Xu Le replied: "I don't have any evidence or intelligence details, but I feel a little weird, just like on the battlefield, before those bad things happened."
Xiong Linquan stared into his eyes and retorted angrily: "Are you crazy? We are very lucky to find this camp and stand by for help, but now you want us to listen to your feeling as an imperial, just leave it here abandon?"
Xu Le was silent for a moment, then pulled out the precise map of Planet Mohua's surface from his watch. Just like before the battle preparations, he directly waved to all the team members to move closer to him, then lowered his head and pointed to a valley on the electronic map, Asahara, and said: " This is the take-off and landing pad closest to the southwest of the federal air support area. If the military dispatches fighter planes to this area, it will only take 47 minutes, which means that fighter planes will arrive at the small courtyard in 16 minutes.”
The team member Zhu Zi frowned and calculated the distance between the two places. He looked up and explained to Xu Le: "It only takes 13 minutes. Now the federal fighter engine uses the second-generation Nutshell Precision School, and the speed is faster than before."
Then he added with a smile, "I heard it was Shang Qiu's project."
Xu Le smiled, ignored his jokes, looked at Xiong Linquan and said, "In 13 minutes, we still have plenty of time to evacuate to a safe area."
Xiong Linquan was stunned, then frowned at him, and asked in a cold voice, "Why did the military send fighter planes? Even if they temporarily decide not to send a mecha battalion to respond, they should send a direct drop transport plane here."
"What if they send fighter jets?" Xu Le asked, staring into his eyes.
"It doesn't make sense!" Xiong Linquan waved his arms angrily and said, "Could it be that the base wants to attack our team? I know you always think that the top officials of the Federation are all fucking conspirators, and I also admit that those guys are fucking conspiracies. Home, but don't forget that this is the front line, this is Mohua Planet, this is not the capital, we are fighting."
Xu Le was about to say something, but Xiong Linquan frowned and continued: "What's more, you should know very well that although the General Staff has transferred all of us from the Seventh Group to the NTR, but for those big men, we are just assholes. No, even if there is a conspiracy, it is not worth using against us."
In the small courtyard between the rains, everyone in the room quietly listened to the disputes beside the electronic map. At this time, no one knew that there was an undercurrent in the federal military base. An inadvertent operation error led to a routine suppression and cleaning. , turned into a more ruthless conspiracy, they didn't even know that Da Vinci was fleeing in the jungle, and hundreds of small-eyed special forces officers and soldiers were searching for the location of Camp No. 2 at the foot of the mountain.
At this time, Xu Le didn't know what happened in the base, and even he agreed with Xiong Linquan. On the front line where the war was raging, the big figures of the federal military had no reason and no reason to take action against this NTR team. This kind of thing is too filthy and vicious, even so filthy and vicious that it is not in the interests of any force.
However, based on his instinctive keen sense of danger, and based on the importance he attached to the old people in this lonely team, he decided to stick to his opinion, stared at Xiong Linquan without flinching, and said calmly, "Even if it's just for insurance, you should Take the team out and see if any fighter planes will come, if not, you can come back."
Xiong Linquan was silent, frowning.
Xu Le used mockery to strengthen his speaking strength, and sneered: "It only takes a few minutes, just a shower of rain, what are you worried about? I am worried that I, the imperial people, will guess the ugly behavior of the Federation, so it makes you feel Ashamed?"
Time passed by minute by minute, but Xiong Linquan still did not make a decision. He was not an indecisive commander on the battlefield, but Xu Le's statement was too absurd in his opinion. Attack
Shan Cannon's gaze shifted between Xiong Linquan and Xu Le several times, and finally he couldn't help picking up his helmet, and through the battlefield infantry system, he said to the observation post outside the building: "Monkey, don't save energy, increase the filter detection range, and stare at the 17.556 fan in the southwest. District sky, pay attention to changes."
Xiong Linquan acquiesced to his actions.
Shan Pao looked at Xu Le and explained, "There are monkeys in the tree hole."
"I already guessed it was him, but the tactical moves are still so rough." Xu Le said with a smile: "There are two large footprints on the bark, probably only the blind can't see it."
The communication system was not turned off. A few seconds later, the embarrassed and annoyed voice of the seventh team member in the middle of the tree sounded: "Boss, you can't speak ill of people behind your back. I didn't shoot the monkey just now."
Xu Le smiled, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and his left hand subconsciously covered his ear.
When it was confirmed that communication in this area was possible, he activated the equipment in the marching backpack. The severely damaged equipment finally got in touch with the spacecraft outside the atmosphere.
Listening to the hissing noise in the eardrum and the intermittent keywords, Xu Le's expression became more and more serious, looked at Xiong Linquan and said, "We must withdraw, there are fighter planes approaching here at high speed, which is more serious than what I just calculated. Faster, it seems some people are more thirsty than we thought."
Everyone in the room looked at him in astonishment.
Xu Le added: "It's the Harrier."
The Harrier close-air fighter is one of the most powerful and sharp ground attack methods of the Federation. The Federation soldiers in the room are all ruthless characters who have experienced hundreds of battles and climbed out of the dead. Of course, they know that this kind of fighter is impossible. Landing in this terrain, it is even more impossible to evacuate with so many people.
Exaggerated laughter broke out again in the dark corner. Dongfang Yu, who had been silent all the time, raised her arms and wiped her tears, scolding everyone: "To believe in an imperial royal family, you guys are fucking crazy."
A shocked shout from the team member monkey suddenly sounded from the tree house outside the building: "It's really a harrier, gray harrier!"
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, Dongfang Yu froze for a while, and then angrily shouted: "There are so many imperial fighters in the sky, this is a fucking aerial battle, you are so nervous."
Xiong Linquan looked back at him coldly, and said, "According to the observation pattern of the past two days, the air battle in this airspace has ended."
"Those people even dared to blow up the ancient bell," Xu Le said.
"Withdraw." Xiong Linquan issued an order.
"I won't withdraw!" Dongfang Yu roared: "I don't believe that someone will do something to his own people, you bunch of lunatics! Stupid!"
Xu Le shouted, "What about you Yin Laobai that time!"
Dongfang Yu was silent.
Xiong Linquan lifted one corner of the stretcher, Xu Le waved to Paul to follow behind him, and lifted the other corner of the stretcher. Everyone left the courtyard as quickly as possible and entered the wind and rain.
A few minutes later, a gray Federal Harrier fighter jet came roaring through the clouds, accompanied by the clear sound of missile launches, and the small courtyard became a sea of fire.