"Alpha points, return?"

"Alpha point is normal!"

"Betty point, return?"

"Betty is normal!"

"Big Joe, return?"

"Big Joe point?!"

Very lazy, a voice with obvious impatience rang out from the communicator: "Normal! Hell, when is the shift changer coming? It's fifteen minutes late! ”

Slightly relieved, Clinder, who was holding the communicator, also snorted angrily: "Shut up!" Watch everything in front of you! The shift changer is already on the way, so stay in your place until you are notified to withdraw, and don't let go of any moving objects! ”

Putting down the communicator in his hand, Clint turned his eyes to Madison standing next to the communicator: "Lieutenant, everything is normal!" ”

Nodding slightly, Madison reached out and took the communicator from Clinder's hand, and said in a low voice: "Gentlemen, we are not playing house, and the people we deal with are not those third-rate scouts!" If you make a mistake, you will lose not only the commission you deserve, but also your own life! So....... Keep your eyes open, keep your mouth shut, wake up, I don't want anyone to be procrastinating in reporting the situation anymore! ”

In response to one after another, Madison put down the communicator in his hand and turned to the outer wall of the last section of the transfer base that was closing as far as his eyes could see: "How long will it take?" ”

Apparently aware of what Madison was referring to, Clinder quickly replied, "In four hours at most, the exterior wall of the transshipment base will be completed." The anti-infantry trench outside the wall will also be completed in two days, as for the minefield....... At present, all kinds of anti-infantry mines have been laid, and the mines for anti-armored vehicles have not yet arrived, so they will have to be delayed for a few days. ”

With a frown, Madison asked in a deep voice, "How many days?" ”

Grabbing a military tablet, Clinder tapped the tablet a few times before looking up at Madison: "Three days!" At the same time, a number of ship-based anti-aircraft installation assemblies were delivered. ”

His brows furrowed even tighter, and Madison exclaimed in astonishment: "Ship-based anti-aircraft installation assembly? Do we have warships or seas here? ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Klinder smiled bitterly helplessly: "We made an application for the need for anti-aircraft weapons, and then ....... I gave it to us. It's not something we can handle......."

Although Clinder's response was a bit inconsistent, Madison could only sigh and nod helplessly: "Experimental weapons, right?" ”

Clinder: "So it seems! ”

Looking up at the dark night sky, a feeling of worry inexplicably swelled up in Madison's heart: "Then arrange another group of people to strengthen the preparation of air defense!" I don't want to drop something that explodes on top of my head! ”

Laughing disappreciatively, Clinder grabbed the communicator and prepared to give the order, but at the same time he answered Madison: "Do we think too highly of those Chinese?" Air raid forces? Can they have that strength? ”

Madison: "Are you sure they don't?" ”

Clinder: "I don't see if they can have this?" Before dropping those inducing bombs, our drones had already conducted low-altitude close reconnaissance of the three defensive fortresses set up by the Chinese, and did not find any air power from them. Even if they have a drone that is integrated with detection and combat is hidden, our peripheral air defense radar can detect it early, and then ......."

Pointing back at the anti-aircraft fire positions set up on several high-rise buildings, Klint replied with a low smile: "Our Stinger missiles are enough to weave an anti-aircraft fire network in the sky, and their drones will never fly over us!" ”

Almost as Clinder's voice fell, a hurried voice suddenly came from the communicator: "Big Joe, two heavy trucks are coming towards us!" ”

Picking up the communicator, Clinder exclaimed, "Are there any armed men or vehicles with you?" ”

"Nope! At least I didn't see ......."

Snatching the communicator from Clinder's hand, Madison exclaimed, "How far is it from the transshipment base?" ”

"Fifteen kilometers!"

Blinking, Clinder looked at Madison in surprise: "Could it be the truck that delivered our supplies?" Let me check the shipping plan......."

Before Clint could grab the tablet in his hand, Madison shook his head with a gloomy face: "Impossible! Since the last time the convoy disappeared inexplicably, all the trucks transporting supplies have added armed vehicles as escorts, which is coming for us! Issue a combat alert, get the outer support points ready, put them within five kilometers! ”

"Understood!"

With Madison's order, a poignant and short combat alarm suddenly sounded in the entire transfer base. Groups of heavily armed mercenaries quickly rushed to their respective positions, and several light reconnaissance drones also quickly rose into the air and swooped in the direction of the heavy trucks.

Grabbing an automatic rifle, Madison kept giving the battle order as he walked towards the tallest building in the transfer base: "Let the perimeter patrol shrink back and prepare for defense with the various perimeter support points." Armed convoys are ready to attack, and mortar positions are ready for shelling and interception....... And what about reconnaissance aircraft? How long does it take to get to the scouting area? ”

Constantly conveying Madison's battle orders, Clinder quickly glanced at the military tablet he had grabbed in his hand, and quickly responded to Madison's question: "Ten minutes later........ The reconnaissance plane returned, and the truck stopped! ”

Hodi turned around, and Madison exclaimed in amazement, "Stopped? Where is it?! ”

Reaching out and handing the tablet to Madison, Clint responded, "Ten kilometers away from us in the open field!" ”

Grabbing the tablet, Madison stared at the footage of the heavy truck from the air, and whispered in confusion: "What do they want to do?" Is the terrain simply not suitable for defense or as a launching point for an attack? ”

With the same look of confusion, Clint also whispered: "There is a peripheral patrol team nearby, let them take a look?" ”

As soon as the words fell, several figures had already scurried out of the heavy truck, rushed to the back of the truck, opened the door, dragged out several obviously modified motorcycles, jumped on the motorcycles and galloped towards the road they had come from.

Dumbfounded as he watched the footage from the drone, Clint exclaimed inexplicably, "What the hell is this for?" Leave the car behind? Gas? ”

Glaring fiercely at Clinder, Madison roared in a low voice, "Ten kilometers away to cast poison gas? Or in the case of headwinds? Tell the patrol closest to the vehicle to come over and have the drone keep an eye on the guys on motorcycles, if there's a chance....... Let the outermost sentinels take them down! ”