Ninety-seven Extinguishing the mouth
As if to confirm the words of the "pastor", just after eating, a stinky face appeared in my field of vision: "Crow, the action is postponed!" Maybe your plan will be considered. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć infoYou need to be ready to go these days. ā
What do you mean? Postponement of action? Will our proposal be considered? It seems that something really happened to make them suddenly change their minds. No matter what happens, as long as I can follow our plan. Now we have targeted intelligence in our hands and can conduct targeted drills. Sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in wartime. I immediately asked the boars and Tatars to gather them together to refine our plan for attacking the stronghold of the stinking water. Knowing the sturdiness of the stinky water stronghold, we focused on rocket and anti-tank missile launches, demolitions, and melee training. Just as we were getting better, the "Mediterranean", which had disappeared for two days, appeared: "Alright, let your people rest, and they will soon get to work." Let's go to the conference room. ā
Still in that small conference room, Bapen said, "Okay, now there's a new situation. There are only thirty-seven of the Stinkwater guards left in Vatu, and your mission is to kill everyone in that stronghold, and then destroy Vatu. ā
This turn is a bit big, why are we going to kill everyone inside who didn't let us touch the stinky water security stronghold in the first place? And the security guards there are Americans, and if I let my men bombard them with rockets, they will definitely not hesitate to save their lives, but let them shoot and kill them at close range, I am afraid that someone will not be able to do it. So I asked, "What's going on?" Wouldn't it be okay to let them lose their combat effectiveness? ā
"Mediterranean" said impatiently, "The order now for you is to kill all the people inside." Don't ask why. Just do it. Don't forget, it's Afghanistan, and you still need me to get you back. ā
It seems that the anger is not small, and it is directly threatened. I had no choice but to say, "As you wish." But to kill everyone, you have to attack it, and it will take longer. ā
"You don't need electronic jamming. You have six hours. During these six hours, U.S. troops in Afghanistan and Stinkwater security will be inactive. ā
That's a bit of a big tone. I couldn't help but wonder, "Can you tell me why?" It's a little hard to believe. ā
Papen did not speak, and the "Mediterranean" said: "The C4I of the US military will be poisoned and paralyzed, and the communication of the stinky water is connected with the US military." As long as you are quick enough, you have enough time to evacuate. Are you relieved now? ā
Looking at the strength of the "Mediterranean", it seems that it is not a big problem to put some viruses into the US military. I could only nod my head, and Papen said, "This is the latest information, you should refine your plan and make a list of the supplies you need before the evening." Tomorrow morning we depart. ā
In the past two days, we have been constantly refining our combat plan, and the list of equipment and materials has also been listed. I handed him two pieces of paper directly. He frowned and looked at it again and said, "These should be ready." But there is one thing, it is better to change the firearms you use to Russian and Chinese as much as possible. ā
I like to use AK or Chinese-made guns, but those who came from the US military are used to American-made weapons, and it is really inconvenient for them to change weapons. I can only say to the "Mediterranean" to do my best.
At night, we packed boxes of weapons and equipment that needed to be carried and loaded them onto trucks. The next morning, each of us was given two sets of brand-new American combat uniforms, which we put on as Bapen had requested, and the boar and Tatar teams were boarded in troop carriers that looked like a small squad of American troops, and were taken to a military airfield and stuffed into transport planes along with equipment. After the transport plane landed, the boar only glanced out of the open hatch and shouted: "Welcome to Dubai!" ā
Fack! It turned out to be in the UAE. Looking at the US troops gathered at the airport and the M1 tank boar rumbling outside the airport, he sighed: "It's amazing!" While so many federal and state governments in the country have shut down because they have run out of money, the military is burning money tens of thousands of miles away. ā
The Tatars replied loudly: "How can the military industry start without burning money?" There will be a lot of people who will lose their jobs! ā
Before we could get used to the scorching sunshine, we were loaded into trucks and transported to an enclosed training ground. There were already some Russian and Chinese-made weapons ready for us to train in adaptation. Chinese-made weapons feel so familiar, so I chose a Type 03 rifle. I know that the testing of Chinese weapons has always been ultra-strict, and it is more comfortable to use such guns in a windy place like Afghanistan.
We spent less than a day at this base and were stuffed into a military vehicle, this time to the beach and stuffed into a boat. I asked Papen, who was following us, "Are we going to be taken all the way to the Pakistani shore by boat?" And then we ourselves rode across the mountains and into Afghanistan on donkeys? ā
"Don't worry," said Barben, "there will be a helicopter to pick us up." ā
Sure enough, when night fell, when the ship stopped on the high seas, two helicopters suddenly appeared above us. "Marines paving eagles? They're amazing! "The boar and the smoke exclaimed in unison, although I saw that the logos of both helicopters were erased.
If the "Mediterranean" allows us to ride a donkey and follow a guide into Afghanistan safely, how much strength is it to call in the helicopters of the Marine Corps against the Army? Unthinkable.
We were hoisted by a sling onto a helicopter, which circled the sea, and even the navigation lights went out before snailing to the northeast close to the sparkling sea.
During the flight, the pilot did not say a word, and it was not until almost an hour later that one of the pilots said: "Meet the escort helicopter!" ā
A few minutes later he reported to Pabon: "We have entered Pakistan. "I looked out of the porthole, and it was so dark that I couldn't see anything but the shadows of the towering mountains.
Nicolle glanced outside and said, "We're flying close to the ground so the radar can't detect us." There were two Apache escorts us, and it was safe. ā
Is it really safe to fly secretly over other countries? Will it make people fight down? I'm not sure. But nothing can be done in this flying tin can. I could only lean my head on Nicole's shoulder, silently enduring the oppression of this insecurity. Nicole sensed my nervousness and grabbed my hand tightly. I was the only one on the entire plane who had this treatment.
After several hours of tossing and turning in fear, the captain finally issued a warning sound of "five minutes to reach the target point". Barben asked us to put on our headsets and then told us, "Listen, everybody! Receive the equipment after landing, and then kill all the Afghans who send it! This order made everyone in the cabin change their faces.
I looked down from the porthole, and there was a clear space circled by the pillars of light of several car headlights on the ground, and our helicopter landed first, and the wild boar opened the hatch and jumped down first, and I jumped down with Baben, and ran to a man who was waving at us against the wind stirred up by the rotors.
This is a Westerner dressed in an Afghan garb and wrapped in a turban. He pointed to a dozen cars of various types not far away and shouted to Baben: "Everything is here!" ā
As soon as Papen shook his head at us, I immediately led someone to the side of the car to remove the tarpaulin from the car. Underneath the tarpaulin were rocket launchers, bazookas, explosives, provisions, and other things we asked for, as well as Bogard's robot that had been separated from us the day before yesterday. As I counted, a few Afghans on the guard around the car stuck their heads to look, not at all aware of the impending disaster.
After a cursory look at what the convoy was loading for us from start to finish, I nodded to Papen. Bapen glanced at the Afghan, who had been called together by the man who had joined him, and said, "Do it cleanly." ā
While I felt guilty about killing these Afghans we met for the first time, I also understood that their failure to die could threaten our safety. So I just nodded, quietly opened the rifle safe, and told everyone through the intercom: "Ready to do it." ā
Bapen immediately shouted at the man who was connecting, and the man heard what he had said to the Afghan and walked towards him. As he was about to walk up to Baben, he suddenly pulled out a pistol and shot an Afghan.
I didn't have time to see if he was hit, and almost reflexively shot at the Afghan. At the same time, others also shot from two directions. The thirty or so Afghans gathered were defenseless and fell to the ground after I had fired a magazine, without even a chance to return fire. The boar pointed at two people, "You, you, mend the gun." ā
The two men who were ordered drew their pistols and walked to the pile of corpses, shooting each fallen person in the head, dead or alive. There was no hesitation in the whole process. It's worth mixing on the battlefield for several years and killing people at close range.
Barben pulled out a black box from his backpack and entered a set of passwords. The box was opened, and he took out a piece of paper: "At 8:04 tomorrow night, the C4I system of the US military stationed in Afghanistan will be paralyzed on time, and all communications will not be connected." You can use this identity to infiltrate the Stinkwater Guard's base, and if you don't succeed, you can storm it. Please keep this in mind. ā
After I memorized the contents of the paper, Bapen burned the paper and then kneaded it into a fine powder to let the powder go away in the wind, saying, "It was inspired by what you did in Colombia." Hopefully, you'll be able to get rid of the Stinkwater security easily. Then he told me, "You must stick to the predetermined route, otherwise you will not be able to avoid the drones." ā
I nodded in agreement, and he said to me before he ran to the helicopter, whose rotors were still spinning, before he led the jointer, to me, "I will wait for you at the reserved location for an hour at two o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow." Good luck. ā