A cordon was set up thirty meters.

A wire-controlled robot, by the daring soldiers, was placed twenty meters away from the wreckage of the Banshee Flying Machine.

After the jamming equipment was turned on to prevent any remote control signal from entering, the wired robot was very cheerful and headed towards the wreckage of the aircraft.

An internal view of the wreckage is transmitted to the operator's instrument via a long line.

Commander Waddington, right behind the operator.

He could see the inside of the banshee flying machine, as shattered and messy as if it had just been in an air crash.

The cabin deck was greatly uplifted and deformed, the seats were broken, almost all the porthole glass was broken, there were broken pipes everywhere, hydraulic oil, coolant, antifreeze, lubricating fluid, etc., all kinds of oil sprayed everywhere.

The eyes of everyone around the device, including Commander Waddington, widened their eyes, trying to find anything suspicious in the frame.

In the end, it was not found.

Everything is normal in the picture, and the EOD robot follows the damaged area and enters the cargo compartment without noticing anything abnormal.

Commander Waddington relaxed a little in his heart, and asked casually: "I heard that this new generation of RC5 EOD robot is equipped with electrochemical sensors, which can analyze whether there are traces of explosive substances on the scene?"

"Sir, this robot is indeed equipped with electrochemical sensors. The operator stopped what he was doing and reported: "At the moment, the sensor is normal, but there are too many volatile gases and liquids in the ruins of the aircraft." In particular, coolants containing alcohol can interfere with electrical sensors. ”

"So I can't be 100% sure that the data from the electrical sensors is trustworthy. ”

The operator is in front of the commander, of course, it is impossible to talk full.

However, as a professional and experienced battlefield EOD personnel, based on the analysis of the situation at the scene, he has reduced the possibility of explosives in the wreckage of the aircraft to less than 20 percent.

Any explosive can only work if it explodes.

After they arrived at the camp, they deliberately avoided the wreckage of the aircraft and did not explore the wreckage in any way.

By doing so, you can avoid timed explosions.

If the enemy really has explosives inside the wreckage, the most important thing to do is, of course, to have a perfect celestial maiden scattering flowers the moment their personnel touch the aircraft.

But the area around the canyon was already on guard, and they had no way of knowing when their personnel would come into contact. What's more, a full-band signal jammer is also installed next to the wreckage, and it is impossible for the enemy to detonate it by remote control.

The biggest possibility is to detonate it with a timer.

This involves a psychological battle, and when the personnel of this side see the most important mission goal, do they rush forward in the first place, or do they hold back their curiosity and control the surrounding area of the canyon first?

If you control the scene first, when will it be time to explore?

The longer the timed detonation is set, the more uncertain the event and the greater the likelihood that the explosive will be discovered. So set it at one hour, which is considered the golden hour, and more than three hours, you can only pray to God.

They waited until night, and no stupid enemy would have set the time for the timed explosion at this point.

Discharge timed detonation, leaving only the smallest possibility.

- Touch-type.

An explosion occurs when a person touches a detonation wire or some kind of pressure device.

The reason why this is the least likely is because even the armed members of Afghanistan would not be stupid enough to use this method to sinister the US military.

When did the U.S. military get so poor that people approached suspicious explosive targets with their bare hands?

What is the EOD robot doing to eat, after the robot is checked, the next step is the appearance of a high-horsepower tracked trailer, and if the aircraft is not dragged to the bottom, it is impossible for our personnel to approach the scene.

With the touch type, what else can you do but be scared?

What even the members of the Afgan indigenous armed forces knew, it was impossible for that mysterious and powerful enemy not to know.

So go ahead and check it out without any risk.

The small EOD robot shuttles back and forth in the wreckage of the banshee aircraft, and the long cable dragged behind it has never been embarrassed to get entangled in obstacles under the operator's superb operation skills.

"Report sir, everything is normal at the moment, only the bottom of the aircraft has not been checked. ”

"But it only took twenty minutes for the enemy to leave the battlefield from the start of the battle, and I don't think they have the ability to move this aircraft and place explosives in such a short time. The robot just searched the scene and found no traces of the presence of lifting machinery. ”

Commander Waddington nodded, and then asked, can you tell by the wreckage that the aircraft was damaged in some way?

Of course, the operator doesn't jump to conclusions, "It may require the wreckage to be transported back to the base and detected with more specialized trace detection equipment." ”

Commander Waddington gave the order, "Disarm, but do not turn off the full-band jammer." The trailer still has half an hour to go, and no one is allowed to come within 10 meters of the wreckage during that half an hour. ”

"Yes!"

……

Even if the possibility of an explosion has been ruled out.

Commander Waddington still took the lead and didn't want to take any risks.

Because for the time being, they have not yet determined how the aircraft was damaged.

Most likely, the enemy drove the aircraft into the air, and then turned off the thrusters and let it crash hard, which is the quickest way. However, now personnel cannot get close to the probe, and everything is still speculated.

The 30-meter warning range was lifted, and the strings in the hearts of everyone on the scene were relaxed.

The EOD personnel recovered the robot and began to set up lights, preparing to take pictures of the wreckage from all angles.

Inspectors begin to collect materials to be inspected on the periphery.

Everything was in order, and no one had crossed the ten-meter cordon, let alone touched the wreckage. This is to prevent the slightest possibility of a touch explosion, and they will not come forward until the armored trailer arrives, and the remote-controlled robot connects to the towing cable and drags the wreckage of the aircraft again.

At night, the canyon is brightly lit.

From time to time, there was the roar of fighter planes in the sky, and this was already the third batch of fighters who came to carry out the vigilance.

The presence of full-band jammers in the canyon does not prevent them from communicating with the outside world. They laid a communication line to the outside of the canyon and used communication equipment to relay communication with the outside world.

"Everything is normal in the airspace. ”

"Everything is fine on the ground. ”

"The electromagnetic signal is all right. ”

"The radar signal is all right. ”

Every minute, all the equipment personnel responsible for monitoring will report to the camp.

Commander Waddington sat in the makeshift command fifty meters away from the wreckage of the aircraft, unlike the other technicians in the camp, he was very curious about the wreckage of the aircraft, and always intentionally or unintentionally, close to the edge of the ten-meter cordon, wanting to observe it more closely.

Commander Waddington preferred the technology inside to its appearance.

But it would be a long time before he could read it.

Commander Waddington was now thinking about how to write a written report that would minimize his responsibilities when he returned to base.

I don't know how long it took, and I heard a different voice from the numb monitoring report.

"The armored transport arrived in the gorge and asked to enter. ”

"Permission to enter. Commander Waddington slapped his thigh and got up from his chair. The armored transport vehicle came, and when the wreckage was on the road, he could return to the base in Chinook without having to eat and sleep here.

However.

Just as Commander Waddington had just taken a step, a chilling scream suddenly sounded in the otherwise quiet communicator.

"Ah~ Firebird Nine was attacked......"

The screaming stopped abruptly, and there was a noise of radio waves in the communicator.

Commander Waddington subconsciously wanted to rush to the communicator, but as soon as he took a step, he felt that something was wrong. The keen senses he had cultivated over the years on the battlefield were frantically reminding him not to approach.

Commander Waddington's back was drenched in sweat for a moment, and he took the biggest stride to the door.

After three strides, Commander Waddington finally broke out of the tented Camp Zero.

Outside the camp, there was peace.

The soldiers leaned together in twos and threes to stand guard, and the technicians gathered around the wreckage of the banshee flying machine, taking pictures for the record, and picking up the small parts and items scattered outside the cordon.

"Enemy Attack ......"

Commander Waddington clasped his hands in the shape of a trumpet and shouted forward with all his strength.

Unfortunately, no one could hear his warnings.

Because at the moment when Commander Waddington shouted, the canyon under the night suddenly bloomed with dazzling light.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, only the light moved.

The light bloomed from the center of the wreckage of the Banshee Craft, accompanied by a shock wave that spread outward at more than ten times the supersonic speed, and the white light, which was more dazzling than the sun in the night, spread to a distance of thirty meters in less than a millisecond.

The heavens and the earth shook.

There were four warplanes in charge of guarding in the sky, three of which were patrolling, and they didn't have time to make any moves. The other, already with the nose already facing downwards, began to fall.

The four fighter pilots saw a shocking scene for the rest of their lives.

The canyon below the view seems to be stuffed with a sun. The kind of pure white rising light illuminates the whole world.

All those who are still alive, their minds have frozen.

Including Commander Waddington, who was standing fifty meters away.

"Boom ——!!"

The metal liquid inside the plasma battery was ignited by the explosion, and they splashed into the sky, turning into billions of pure white fire rain falling from the sky.

The last thing Commander Waddington saw was a rain of white fire, coming towards him.

When the dazzling white light that broke through the sky gradually dissipated, and the sound of vibration echoing throughout the canyon gradually faded away, the canyon had become a sea of fire.

The two-star commander Waddington was suddenly on the spot.