The gray streamlined federal fighter roared through the airspace above the small courtyard, tore through countless rain threads, completed a dashing tumbling action at high altitude, and flew away at high speed, like a gray harrier tearing away a cloud.
Because it went deep into the intertwined area between the two sides of the Southwest Theater, the Gray Harrier fighters did not return, and there was no routine confirmation of the results. In fact, all six ground-to-ground missiles under the wings hit the small courtyard. What else needs to be confirmed
The vegetable leaves that were being moistened by the raindrops dried up in an instant and then vanished into ashes. The small building was overturned and immediately blown into countless pieces of whistling debris. The red brick wall on the periphery was knocked down by the huge power of the explosion on the wet and soft mud. , Soft like biscuits soaked in water, confirming the terrifying effect of the previous attack, within a range of hundreds of square meters, probably even the voles in the ground are all dead.
In the dense forest hundreds of meters away from the side of the small courtyard, everyone was crawling behind the wet green hills, staring at the burning ruins of the small courtyard, feeling the hot air that was still scorching across such a distance. , The complexion changed dramatically, and the group was silent for a long time.
I don't know who broke the suffocating atmosphere at this time, and murmured: "It's really fucking ruthless mixed with two graphite fiber bundle incendiary bombs."
On the stretcher behind the crowd, Dongfang Yu was holding the soil under the muddy water with his right hand, barely propping up his body, his eyes became a little hollow, but he still scolded in a low voice: "Don't believe that imperial man, this must have been a bombing by mistake, right? , must have been bombed by mistake.”
Except for Paul and the other imperial prisoner exchanging a mocking smile, the federal soldiers who were still in a strong shock, no one paid attention to Dongfang Yu, and no one was in the mood to argue with him. Facts speak louder than words. , cold facts trump any trust.
Xu Le took off the leaf on his face, his black eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he found that the equipment in the marching backpack did not respond, which meant that the connection with the spaceship outside the atmosphere was interrupted again.
Xiong Linquan silently looked at the flames that were still sticking out their tongues in the heavy rain, and said to the bead lying beside him: "Look at the signal strength, after the continuous time exceeds the predetermined value, reconnect to the previous communication channel and tell the base that we have encountered A Confederate Harrier attacked, asking what happened."
Zhuzi looked at him in surprise, and found that Xiong Linquan was not talking angry. He looked at Xu Le subconsciously, and found that the boss had been silent. He rubbed his curly hair vigorously in annoyance. According to Xiong Linquan's instructions, he began to search for signals through the filtering device. aisle.
Xiong Linquan explained to the team members expressionlessly, and also explained to Xu Le: "That's our own troops, we must make final confirmation."
"It's OK, but..."
Zhu Zi took off his Houyuan earphones, looked at Xiong Linquan and Xu Le with a hint of grief and anger, and said, "There is no echo, and the frequency band of the base has entered a state of silence."
The base communication that should be responsible for receiving or rescuing oneself entered a state of strange silence at this time, and the people behind the mountains and green hills knew what this meant.
As if infected by the silence in the communication system, the people lying on the ground in the rain also fell into a dead silence, and Dongfang Yu finally slowly closed his mouth.
Xu Le squinted his eyes and watched the movement in the fields in the rain. He climbed up from the wetlands, took three deep breaths, and murmured with his brows tightly together, "I tick you, he tickled."
Monkey, a former member of the seventh group, has been in charge of the surveillance post in the treehouse. He finally left the small courtyard. While being shocked by the fighter plane, he kept paying attention to Xu Le. After hearing this, he whispered to the soldier beside him. He explained: "The boss doesn't usually like to swear, but sometimes he can't help it, so he likes to do this kind of passive silence. The meaning of this sentence is: I'm fucking you."
The soldier who had just joined the NTR for half a year said stunned: "This is really dirty."
"So you have to mute the sound, don't you think? The old seventh group used to have this habit. It hasn't been used for the past two years, but isn't the boss coming back now? I guess we have to pick it up again. I think you are usually quite honest. In the future, we must pay attention to learning in this area, so as not to fall behind.”
The seventh team member, nicknamed the monkey, is called Jin Ruse, from Linhai Prefecture. His parents are powerful people in the university town. He has a family background and learned the style of the family. Rude guy.
Just like today's Ruse, the old members of the seven groups like Zhuzishan Pao, although they are angry and sad that the federal military not only gave up on themselves, but also murdered themselves, they are not nervous or desperate. The tradition of the seven groups has always been to allow them. Anger does not allow despair, not to mention that now that they have returned to their own bosses, no matter how stormy the road ahead is, they dare to make a foray!
Just when Jin Ruse was translating his boss's swear words to the latecomer, Xiong Linquan stood up with a heavy gun, and said in a deep voice, "Cut off all communication channels and take off your friend or foe identifier."
Everyone took off the metal buckle in the belt without hesitation and destroyed it to the extreme. Dongfang Yu on the stretcher was silent for a moment, and with trembling hands, he took out the identifier in the interlayer of the stretcher and threw it out.
A sturdy military boot smashed the metal pieces that represented the identity of the Union soldier.
Xiong Linquan slowly retracted his right foot and let the rain hit his expressionless cheek. Looking at the crowd, he said in a deep voice, "From now on, we will be a truly lonely army."
"We will have no base, no rear, fighting alone in a foreign land, everyone will be our enemy, we will have no more tasks, the only task is to survive."
"We have to live, go back to the base alive, no, go back to the Federation alive, stab this shit out, stab the assholes of the big guys who ordered fighter jets to bomb us, and then rip off their eggs by the way. , this is my order."
The soldiers in the rain stood up straight. Whether they were members of the first seven groups or veterans of NTR, they were expressionless, silent and determined, without any bloody oath, but full of strong will, even Paul and the other Empire. The prisoners can feel a certain heat in the wind and rain.
Leaning on a green tree, Xu Le looked at Xiong Linquan's burly figure in the rain, and couldn't help showing a sigh of relief. The reckless and aggressive subordinates of the past have now grown into an excellent commander. However, he had to interrupt the opponent's very beautiful combat mobilization and said: "The follow-up response of the Federation is not so fast, and the second wave of attacks should not come immediately, but I think the previous explosion was not small, there should be an imperial army. Come and see, so let's go."
Xiong Linquan looked back at him. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Boss, where are we going?"
He finally heard the long-lost name from him, Xu Le appeared absent-minded for a moment, smiled and scratched his wet hair, and replied softly: "If you are not afraid of being sold by me, then I suggest to go to the place with the most people in the empire first. some way."
The soldiers in the rain all laughed.
In the evening, this lone army consisting of six lightly wounded, one seriously wounded on a stretcher, five healthy federal soldiers, two imperial prisoners and an imperial prince, under the cover of the bleak twilight and rain, quietly disappeared. The sound came to an abandoned graphite mine.
Xu Le was very familiar with this abandoned mine, and was very good at using this landform to fight, so after a brief discussion, the team chose this place as a temporary camp for the night.
An observation post was arranged in the valley behind the side. Xu Le patrolled vigilantly with the modified gun for a week, and confirmed that the camp was temporarily safe. Then he relaxed a little and returned to the dark tunnel. Finally, he had a chance to talk to Paul. .
The joy of reunion after a long absence and Paul's doubts about his identity were shocked. He didn't need to describe too much. Xu Le didn't tell him the bad news that Aunt Susan was seriously ill. He just smiled and comforted the young man. Human horror planet.
Paul was held captive for two months, his body was a little weak, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep amid the excitement, tension and confusion. Xu Le quietly looked at his still youthful face, zipped the sleeping bag for him, and walked out.
It rained for a whole day, and the clouds in the sky were still as thick as lead clouds. I don’t know how many electron turbulences rolled and struggled between those clouds. The bright full moon on the horizon only appeared for a very short time, and was engulfed in an instant. into the darkness.
In the dark, Xiong Linquan touched it, took out a cigarette and tore it in half, handed half to Xu Le, and stuffed the other half into his mouth, and began to chew it with saliva.
"I'm not as addicted to smoking as before, probably because I haven't been on the battlefield for a long time." Xu Le rubbed the shredded tobacco with his fingertips and said with a smile, "I don't know if Lao Bai succeeded in quitting smoking."
"His child should be almost three years old. I heard that he is a daughter." Xiong Linquan said.
"My daughter is good, she is as delicate as he is, and she will definitely be popular when she grows up." Xu Le paused slightly, and suddenly asked, "How many people are we left?"
Xiong Linquan was silent for a long time and replied, "Thirty-seven."
Xu Le looked at the occasional artillery fire under the night dome in the distance, frowned and said, "When we went to 5460, we had a total of 137 people, and now there is only a fraction left?"
"I'm talking about people who are still in the army, boss you... After running away, some guys chose to retire like Lao Bai, Liu Jiao retired two years ago, and now drives a taxi in the capital with a good income, just listen to him It is said that on cloudy and rainy days, there will always be abdominal cramps, and the steering wheel will not be steady."
"Do you remember the opening in his stomach back then? He always complained in his letters that it was the sequelae of the injury, and I couldn't understand it. There were no joints in his stomach, so could he still have rheumatism? I fuck."
Xiong Linquan scolded with a smile, and spit out the tobacco spit in his mouth.
Xu Le squinted his eyes and said with emotion: "It's good to be discharged from the army, at least he's still alive."
Xiong Linquan only said that some people were discharged from the army, but he refused to say how many people were discharged from the army, and he understood what it meant - many of those guys in the seventh group at that time left forever because of this war.
He stuffed the cut tobacco into his mouth and chewed slowly, feeling more and more bitter and numb.