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Chapter 340:

A little over ten minutes later, the second lieutenant observer updated Major Smith on the situation.

"The target is now located one kilometer from the coastline of the Canal Zone, and the target direction is pointing to the Pan American Sea Bridge at a speed of 50 kilometers per hour, and it is expected to reach the Pan American Sea Bridge in five minutes, and it is expected to meet the defenders of the 192nd Airborne Brigade on the bridge."

At this point, an eerie smile appeared on the second lieutenant's observer's face, and Major Smith paid no attention to his smile, still staring at the telescope at the helicopter.

Major Smith's eyes were deep, and the observer had reason to be strange just now, because there was no sign that the Resistance could leave calmly, so why should he approach the more well-armed bridge over the sea.

Could it be that they have the rest of the responders, or maybe they have other plans?

Major Smith shook his head, this possibility is but it is negligible, they should not have the ability and guts, in any way, they cannot have such a deep calculation.

In that case, why do you want to do this, don't you know that the possibility of escaping in urban areas is increased, and in the middle of nowhere, the possibility of them being found in the middle of nowhere and on the vast sea is infinitely magnified, and in that case there is no possibility of escape at all.

They, the two Noriega resistors who caused heavy casualties to the American troops, will they be fools. 【】

Of course it can't be.

Looking back, although the Barrett heavy sniper was not found, there is now enough evidence to prove that these two people are the resistance elements who caused heavy casualties to the US troops before, and there is no need to show mercy to them.

"Didn't any suspicious people be found in other directions?" Major Smith turned his head to look at the intelligence officer, the meaning in his eyes was clear, and he wanted to make sure that the information he had just received was accurate.

Stared at by the Commander's falcon-like gaze, the lieutenant intelligence officer felt a lot of pressure, and he knew that if there was any slight problem with the intelligence, the encirclement operation would most likely end in failure.

So the intelligence must be completely accurate, but how can some things be absolute, and intelligence is even more so.

Today, many suspicious people were found and were temporarily detained in a limited location, but except for those who have been discovered, can other people dare to guarantee that there are no suspicious people?

"The intelligence is being further analyzed, and there is no accurate information yet......" The lieutenant intelligence officer said intermittently, sweating profusely, and gradually lost his voice when he spoke later.

Major Smith stared at him, then withdrew his gaze.

The lieutenant intelligence officer was not a member of the Green Beret in the first place, he was originally an intelligence officer of the 89th Military Police Brigade, but he was temporarily recruited to report information, and it was useless to question him when this situation appeared.

"How's the target doing?" Major Smith tilted his head to look at the nearest medical officer.

The medical officer, a member of the Green Berets and experienced in battlefield care, was now holding a telescope to check the helicopter pilot's injuries, which he had to make sure he didn't die.

The wounded's thighs were still bleeding, his face was pale and full of sweat, his eyes were still clear, and he couldn't see anything else, he could only be analyzed that it was really not easy to see it in the dim night, and this was already the closest distance.

"He's okay, the injury shouldn't be a major artery, enough to support it for a while, at most make up some blood after the war." The medical officer put down the binoculars, took a pen and brushed it on the paper, and replied without looking back.

"Five minutes to go......," Major Smith said, staring solemnly at the helicopter not far overhead, what they were really preparing.

"Tell them not to shoot down this UH-1H helicopter, just let it go, and do nothing else."

Major Smith thought about it for a while, but after all, he was not at ease with others, the airborne brigade did not know the exact situation, and if they mistook it for the enemy to destroy the helicopter, it would be over.

"Okay, I'll report now." The lieutenant liaison officer immediately took the radio and began to make contact.

As the minutes ticked by, the sky grew darker and darker, and the helicopter in the sky turned into a black shadow, and if it weren't for the clattering of the propellers, no one would have noticed that it was flying.

The helicopter position was getting closer and closer to the coast, and finally by the time it reached the bridge, it was already on the surface, and Major Smith's convoy was moving along the bridge, but the distance was still getting bigger.

Is it necessary to escape with such a clumsy method?

Major Smith's eyes widened, they wouldn't be naïve enough to think they would let them go, the helicopter didn't have much aviation fuel, how far could they go on the surface.

At this moment, Major Smith's heart suddenly burst, and the uneasiness in his heart reached the extreme.

Sure enough, I saw that the helicopter suddenly accelerated, and a ball of flames erupted from the tail and shot out towards the cross-sea bridge.

Oh my God, they actually launched an attack on the gendarmerie troops, 70 mm rockets, aren't they afraid that the gendarmerie troops will counterattack and destroy the helicopter, Major Smith's heart is about to jump out.

In vain, Major Smith thought of a terrible result, the two Noriega Resistance, who had no intention of escaping. They knew they wouldn't be able to escape, so they prepared to launch a suicide attack.

They had planned all this from the beginning, and were they going to die here with the gendarmerie?

"Maniac...... Madman ......" Major Smith stared at the helicopter on the surface with red eyes and hatred, muttering incessantly.

How can a man defeat a madman, a madman does things recklessly, and man always has to think about a lot of things.

With such impunity in attacking, it is impossible for the gendarmerie units to allow them to attack and inflict mass destruction on themselves, which is tantamount to sending the enemy to death. So, even if the rockets on the helicopter are limited, they will fight back.

Even if the counterattack will cause the death of the hostages above, they will not hesitate to fight back, the lives of the hostages are precious, and the lives of the gendarmes who are targeted by rockets are not precious.

It was a difficult problem to solve, and Major Smith knew that he had failed, that he had fallen to two madmen, and that it was not his fault, but he had a feeling that he had been tricked.

Everyone was tricked by them, and from the moment they first assassinated the embassy convoy, they didn't think about going back alive.

"This is Manuel Antonio Noriega...... I salute the Wehrmacht, all Panamanians! We must never take a step back, we must resist, advance until victory......"

Major Smith's face was so gloomy that he could drip water, and there was an icy smell around him, and no one around him dared to approach it, as if he would freeze into ice if he got close.

Everyone was quiet, not daring to anger this lion-like man.

…… (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.