An Il-76 transport plane without any logo quietly entered Afghanistan from Pakistani airspace, flying above the white cloud layer, in the huge belly of the round arch, fifty or sixty people were divided into two columns and sat with their backs against the bulkhead, fully armed, loaded with live ammunition, all NATO-standard equipment, looking at the line, just like the special forces of a certain NATO country, but more than 50 people without exception have yellow skin, black hair and black eyes, pure Asian race, obviously have nothing to do with NATO.

There is no frills on the desert digital camouflage combat uniforms on their bodies, but the way they sit can confirm that they are all professional soldiers who have been stained with blood and killed people.

"There are 10 minutes to arrive at the predetermined airspace, check your equipment, bags, and bags, and get ready for your skydive." A flat-headed man in his thirties stood up, his expression solemn, not angry and arrogant.

"Yes!"

Dozens of people spoke in unison, majestic, by no means a rabble, quickly and carefully checked the equipment they carried, no one looked around, everything was carried out in silence.

The man who led the team had a slightly softened his originally sharp eyes, sat down slowly, turned his head to look at the man next to him who was about his age and was closing his eyes to recuperate, a smile appeared, and he whispered: "This group of wolf cubs is full of energy." ”

"We are sharp people, there is no shortage of spirit." The man who replied lazily opened his eyes, revealing a touch of pride that a good soldier should have.

Blade.

The ultimate vanguard of the Republic.

As one of them, he has the capital of pride.

The flat-headed man smiled and nodded, no longer speaking, and when he left his seat again and stood up straight, everyone in the cabin stood up with high morale.

The tail hatch of the Il-76 opened, and the sharp-edged warriors who carried out the secret mission took their equipment and jumped out of the hatch one after another without hesitation, passing through the thin clouds, almost freefalling, and smashing into the earth.

Soon, the parachutes were opened one after another, like dandelions swaying in the wind, scattered in the mountainous wilderness within a radius of one kilometer, which was 20 kilometers away from the largest training camp in Afghanistan set up in East Turkistan.

One hundred and eighty kilometers away on the vast plain, the poppies are in full bloom, beautiful, but they represent sin and are called the flower of sin by the world.

Flowers, there is no talk of evil and good.

What is evil is nothing but the desire for profit that corrupts the human heart.

On the edge of the ridge, Yang Chen sneered and folded a big red poppy flower, sniffed it, and ordered casually: "Prisoner, don't leave a single one, the poppy field will be burned." ”

More than 30 East Turkistan elements were held to the back of the head by the Arctic fox warriors with spears, and no matter how fierce they were when they slashed and killed ordinary people, they were already frightened at this time, and some of them even had incontinence, feces and urine flowed together, and the stench was stinking.

Bang bang bang gunshots.

The captives kneeling on the ridge of the field fell down, the M4A1 carbine almost smashed their front doors, and then the Arctic Fox men poured gasoline from the drug base in East Turkistan on the fields and corpses, threw a lighter and lit it, the flames rose and the smoke billowed out.

Four helicopter gunships slowly lifted into the air.

Yang Chen overlooked the plain where the fire spread, calm as a cold-blooded animal that had lost his feelings.

Helicopters roared in the air, more than a dozen armored vehicles on the ground sped off, and the desert-painted armored vehicles had eye-catching white fox heads printed on their sides.

The Arctic Fox, a clever and slightly cute animal.

But the logo on the armored car shows a bit of grandeur and fierceness, like a wolf and a tiger.

Yang Chen personally led this 100-person commando team to destroy many secret gathering points in East Turkistan along the way, leaving no one alive, and still rushed to attack the next target of the East Turkistan training camp in the northern Hinduku Mountains.

The helicopter flew at low altitude, flew to the edge of the Hinduku Mountains in only half an hour, a flat cliff wall entered the pilot's field of vision, the large and small grottoes on the cliff wall suffered man-made damage, and it is a pity that the scale is second only to the Bamiyan Buddha of the Leshan Giant Buddha and the Mengshan Giant Buddha.

Yang Chen ordered the pilots to hover and stare at the mottled cliffs, more than a decade ago, the treasure trove of Buddhist art comparable to the Dunhuang Grottoes was bombarded beyond recognition by TLB's tank artillery for three or four days.

The white robbers who stripped the Dunhuang murals and deceived them out of thousands of scriptures at least reverently offered what they got their hands on to the British Museum or the Louvre as treasures.

TLB committed a crime that was worse than a bandit in the name of religion, Yang Chen sighed, and he really couldn't look down on the TLB that he had earned hundreds of billions of dollars by cooperating for more than five years.

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The highest point of the mountains surrounding the training camp.

The Blade Reconnaissance Squad lurks quietly and sets up sniper points.

"It's calm in the camp, we should be able to catch them off guard, look at those stupid dicks, dumbfounded, my gun is enough to take out all the sentries and machine gun fire points." The sniper, codenamed Hedgehog, muttered confidently.

"Look at what you can, back then in Daxinganling, how cowardly you were, others didn't know what to do, I can see it clearly." The sniper's companions show no mercy.

"How many years ago, why did you keep mentioning it, you weren't much better than me at that time, and you were still fainting blood." The Sniper taunts his companions.

Not far away, Zhao Yang, the captain of the reconnaissance team, stared at the two living treasures with a sinking face, and said coldly: "You two fight all day long, aren't you tired?" ”

The two pouted disapprovingly, but did not continue to nag.

Zhao Yang was moved by the words of the two comrades-in-arms, recalling the scene of going deep into the Great Xing'an Mountains many years ago, and he was full of feelings, and there was a person who occupied a very important position in his unforgettable memory.

Jody.

Instructor Yang.

The most legendary of soldiers.

So far, he is still the record holder of more than ten training subjects of Blade, which has amazed batch after batch of latecomers, I wonder how the invincible Instructor Yang is now, is his demeanor still the same?

When Zhao Yang was full of thoughts, a large army arrived, and the two sharp blade backbones in charge of this task decided to start immediately after careful analysis.

Sniper group, assault group, response group, ready to go.

The flat-headed man led thirty-six people to the training camp, and as gunfire erupted from three sniper points, he ordered an attack, and the sentry fire points inside and outside the camp collapsed in an instant, and the military tents in a row were swallowed up by the flames of the explosion of guns and grenades.

"Rush!"

The flat-headed man shouted and led the team into the camp.

On the mountain, another sharp-bladed elite who looked at the overall situation frowned, feeling that something was wrong, the intelligence said that this training camp gathered hundreds of people, including one hundred and twenty **thugs who had been trained and were ready to sneak back to the country in batches to make trouble, and now there are less than 100 people, where are the others?