Chapter 194: From Desperate to Desperate (4)

"Seriously, why should we listen...... Oh, the conductor of a young couple under twenty years old? "The oppressive atmosphere finally made some people complain uncontrollably. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 Under the undercurrent of info, one of them finally broke out. If it weren't for Daxia's high fever that didn't go away, the "early bird" would have flown out at this moment.

Tan Weihui did not agree to me and Daxia acting alone, but prepared twenty-four special forces.

- "Don't underestimate them. Although they are not as effective as the Storm Team, they are all graduates of regular military academies, and they can be regarded as veterans of a hundred battles," he said at the time, "and the most important thing is that these people are highly coordinated and capable enough to protect you to reach Pyongyang safely." ”

"If Pyongyang is already embattled, so many of you can't get in, and the 20 or so people are even weaker in the face of the enemy's encirclement," I questioned at the time, "Besides, the sky and sea are closed to traffic, and the roads in North Korea are not developed, how are you going to let me get to Pyongyang?" Walk? ”

"Railroad." This is Tan Weihui's answer. ――

This is the vehicle we are sitting on now, which is rarely used: the diesel locomotive. As a "sunset industry" with poor maintenance and protection, limited by many objective conditions, and inferior to airplanes and automobiles in terms of carrying capacity and cost performance, if it were not for the development of high-speed rail by Japanese scientists under his adoptive father, railway transportation would have been eliminated long before World War III.

But this diesel locomotive is different. The train has only four cars: the front and rear and two wagons. The first and last sections serve as both storage and fuel rooms, and the second and third sections are dormitory areas. Each carriage is topped by a "turret" with a semi-protruding gun that can fire at ground or air. Each carriage had a solid outer wall with neat rows of machine guns erected. The entire train is completely cut off from the outside world, and the heating system works tirelessly. It is said that this railway was subordinate to the North Korean authorities and was a secret transportation line established during the Zhou Anlong era in order to quickly transfer troops from China to the "37th Parallel". Coupled with the train's (supposedly) strong stealth, Yuri won't be able to find us in this weather, no matter how powerful he is.

But at the moment, the crisis is not outside the train, but inside. I have been staying in a closed wire box without windows, and my emotions have been depressed, except for a few people who said hello when I first got on the bus, most of them have not even seen each other, which has caused some people to be dissatisfied. If it weren't for Daxia's discomfort this time, I wouldn't worry about letting Tan Weihui's people take care of it (or "house arrest" is not too much), so I can only take it with me. That Ji Yun was also in the team, but I told her to pay attention to the other fighters. Why...... Those who are close to Tan Weihui also have to be careful.

But at the moment, it is obviously impossible to concentrate on your own business. Walking out of the infirmary, looking at the old special forces, a little less malevolent, I slowly spoke: "What's your name, soldier?"

"Sergeant squad leader of the first platoon and one squad of the third company of the 'Wind Wolf' assault battalion of the People's Liberation Army, Lin Butoka!" The bearded man raised his head proudly, "Kid, I don't know which second-generation official you are, but we are going to 'Pyongyang Grad', not to a five-star hotel!" If you don't even know what to do if you shoot someone......"

Wind Wolf...... Reminds me of something. I raised my eyelids, finally resisted the urge to beat him, and said sarcastically, "Your battalion commander is Tang Tengkai, right?" Your dear battalion commander and his large army are holding on to Pyongyang, why are you late? ”

"It's none of your business! I'm sick ......"

"Heart disease, right?" I scoffed, "No one has ever killed anyone and dare to rely on the old and sell the old?" But you're not that old. Your battalion commander has the temperament of twenty-seven or eighteen years old. You look like you're twenty-five years old, by comparison. ”

"You bastard!" Rembutoka threw his fist at him. For a special soldier, this punch is definitely fast enough, and it is unexpected. Even a veteran of the war may not be able to escape a punch at this moment.

But alas, I have already seen this idea...... Three seconds before he threw his punch. Fortunately, there are not so many "immunizers", and as soon as Lin Butoka punched, I had already seen through his next set of military combat boxing moves, and I couldn't help but sigh lightly: How can there be a whole set of tricks planned at the beginning of the fight. Since it is a life-and-death struggle, everything should be improvised, in case there is a fixed routine, wouldn't it be easy for the enemy to come up with a way to crack it?

So it only took one round, and when the opponent approached, I pushed away Ji Yun, who was angry next to me and tried to stop, grabbed his wrist, threw him against the wall, and gently pulled him, dislocated the left arm that he punched and threw forward. Impartially, it just smashed into the soldiers who were crowded at the front of the carriage and had similar thoughts to him. "You ought to be glad," I said coldly, "that if it were my own troops, Gran Zangm would have thrown corpses out." ”

"Granzangm?" Someone wondered, "Which Granzangm?" Deputy Commander of the Storm Team? ”

Ji Yun finally tore off the previous youthful and shy disguise, and shouted: "Lin Butoka, have you forgotten all the military discipline and military regulations? And the one in the back, Second Lieutenant Yan Shaoliang! Don't think I can't see you if I hide at the end! You're a veteran, don't you know how to take care of it? ”

"Forget it," I said, glancing at the "Secret Inspectors" disguised as nurses (known as the "Second Public Enemy" by the Chinese Storm Team), and felt a hint of gratitude in my heart, "that's why I didn't want to bring them here." There are many people with big goals, and many people are still distracted. "There is a kind of person in the Chinese army who is lurking as an ordinary soldier. It is necessary to protect both the operational commander and the others. In order to make them stop, Ji Yun actually killed herself......

But thinking of Tan Weihui, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Every time the two of them appear just right, especially this Ji Yun...... Tsk, they're all determined guys, and they appear at the same time...... It can't be a coincidence......

"Listen...... Well, the commander ......"

"Before you talk to the commander, you have to call out a report." I turned back and said to the dwarf in the crowd who had managed to squeeze it out. I don't know who said, "An old scout who is able-bodied, mentally normal, and experienced in a hundred battles should preferably be a dwarf", this dwarf who is only 1.6 meters is very consistent. But he didn't have the inferiority of most of his dwarf peers in his eyes, but always triumphed at his small size and his ability to perform miraculous feats.

"Hmm...... All right. Report Comrade Commander, I think you may have been awarded the Order of August 1 of the 2nd degree or the Order of the East, or you may have been awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union...... But the situation in Pyongyang is beyond imagination. Believe me, just the road to Pyongyang will not solve the problem by taking a train of more than 170 kilometers......"

"Thanks for the reminder, huh...... Comrade Lu Zhonghuan," I squatted down, glanced at the ID card on his chest, and said, "Do you know what my name is?" ”

The air became frozen, as if the air in the carriage had also been frozen. Some are dismissive, and more are curious that can't be concealed. All that remains is the "clang" of the train passing through the joints of the tracks.

Finally I said, "My name is Makyebka. That's why I say that your presence is a burden. Compared to the communist fighters in San Francisco, London, Figill, Yurigrad, oh yes, and the moon, you're just a bunch of ruffians with hammers and sickles on their heads. is obviously insignificant, but everyone feels that their strength is extraordinary. ”

The disdain that was there just now is now gone. Occasionally, there were some doubts and puzzles, which quickly dissipated in whispers.

Mark Yebka...... At first glance, the name sounds like a blond German or a Russian. I know that there are very few people left with Chinese surnames, and when I have to appear in the footage, I try to keep a low profile as much as possible, and it is not surprising that I don't know if I am Chinese or European.

At this moment, the alarm went off just right, and everyone noticed the front of the car. A soldier on duty ran from the front of the car, saw more than a dozen people gathered in the corridor, and was anxious, and shouted from afar: "There is an emergency! Two laser UFOs are approaching at 20° north-west, and one is outflanking from behind at 4° north-east. And also! Oh, and there are three Black Hawk gunships in the back! ”

"What?" Black Hawk helicopters are brittle, but armed models make them a huge low-altitude AWACS + ammunition depot. As long as you don't get rid of them in advance...... We're going to die dead.

"Damn it......" The shock lasted only half a second, and I yelled, "What are you doing there!" Hurry up and contact Dandong and Pyongyang and ask them to send air force support. Also, hurry up to the turret - leave me the gunner position in the third carriage. Hurry up, hurry up! ”

As if waking up from a dream, the crowd in the corridor began to disperse in all directions. The escape for their lives, the one in place, no one agreed, and they themselves chose three people to climb the turrets everywhere.

"Wait a minute......" the soldier who had just come to interrogate stopped me and handed me a pager, "the support unit has arrived, and he wants to talk to you." ”

"Hey...... Wait for the battle to end......"

"I haven't seen you for a few years, have you learned to put on a fight?" On the other side was a familiar and hearty voice, "It's okay, I'll teach them to fly a flying machine!" ”