A group of American special operators dressed in Soviet uniforms got into the truck, the Russian-speaking captain and another Russian-speaking and driving special operators sat in the driver's seat of the car, and everyone else sat in the back compartment, pretending to be new soldiers who were being transported to the airport, and then everyone took the airport by surprise.

The guys sitting at the door of the trunk were all tense, with a ** sand submachine gun on their knees, and their expressions were stern, after all, this kind of task is often more than lucky. The rest of the men, who did not have Soviet-made weapons, hid in the innermost shadows, with AKM automatic rifles at their feet so that they could shoot at any time, and they waited quietly in the bumps of the vehicle to enter the Soviet airfield.

The soldiers guarding the airport belong to the kind of non-front-line combatants, that is, second-line combatants such as pilots, pilots, logistics personnel or maintenance personnel, so they are often equipped with weapons such as submachine guns, rather than thin and long Mosin Nagant, which is why the United States later developed PDW individual self-defense weapons between automatic rifles and submachine guns. In other words, unless it is a veteran who has come down from the battlefield, in front of this group of special operations personnel known as "guerrilla warfare masters", others are just twisting their noses.

Soon they arrived at the outpost that the scout had called a five-man outpost, two of whom were still holding a DP light machine gun in a sandbag bunker. Even the captain of the guard post didn't even recognize the truck that had just left, he just glanced at the captain of the special operations team and asked in a thick local accent, "Comrade, please show me your ID." ”

"Okay, comrade." The Assassin had placed the silenced pistol on his lap, and he glanced at the driver, who nodded noticeably and quietly reached for the silenced pistol to the side.

"Hurry up, comrade, I want to see your papers." The captain of the sentry frowned, visibly impatient with the captain's grinding, but he didn't notice that the Grim Reaper was tiptoeing close to him.

"Okay, okay, I'll look for it, oh hell, the documents are here, how could I not find them at the time." The Assassin was babbling on his lips, but he had already placed his left hand on the pistol, and his right hand was holding his ID card out of the window, showing him the ID of the soldier in the passenger seat who had been shot earlier. At the same time, he was secretly observing the four soldiers surrounding them in front of the car. Another man stood in the back of the car, smoking a cigarette and chatting with a member of the team who spoke Russian.

Taking the document handed over by the assassin, the captain wanted to return it to the other party at a glance, but when he saw the appearance of the person on the certificate, the captain was not calm, Nima, isn't this the guy he saw before, the captain of the sentry was about to look up and ask why he had that guy's certificate, but what was waiting for him was the muzzle of the black hole and the cold eyes of the other party.

There were two muffled sounds, and the driver and the assassin each put down a soldier, and the guy who was still repairing the DP light machine gun saw that the situation was not good, and tried to reload the unloaded drum and shoot at the special operators, but was knocked down by the quick-eyed captain with two shots.

The last soldier standing in the back of the car seemed to sense something moving ahead, and took off Mosin Nagant from his shoulder and held it in his hand. The special operators sitting at the outermost level made a gesture, and both of them moved at the same time, one covered the mouth of the Soviet soldier with his hand, and the other stabbed the dagger hidden in his boot into his neck. The poor hapless bastard died completely before he struggled for a few moments.

"Cleaned up, Captain." The two members jumped out of the car and stood guard around in case other soldiers fired cold shots at their own people.

"We don't have time to scramble to clean up the bodies, just throw them in the grass." The captain and the driver lifted the legs of the corpses and the arms of the five corpses on the ground to cover up in the nearby bushes. Of course, all five of their weapons were looted by them.

Just as everyone was packing up and preparing to leave, the captain noticed that the team only had AKM automatic rifles loaded with 75 rounds of ammunition as cover for fire, and because it was a sneak attack, it was impossible for them to move the American Browning M1919A6 machine guns. At the moment, this DP light machine gun is the best choice. After making up his mind, the captain first told the team to leave in a hurry, "Wait, bring that light machine gun, maybe we will be useful then." ”

Although some people were extremely reluctant to bring this machine gun from the Soviet army, they could only do it correctly due to the authority of the captain. Fortunately, the DP machine gun is not very heavy, and with two 60-round single-layer turntables, a total of 120 rounds, this light machine gun is enough to provide fire cover for the special operators.

So a group of people drove towards the airport so blatantly, and when they were about to reach the perimeter of the airport, the sniper and the machine gunner jumped out of the car at the same time, and the sniper wanted to find a tall tree, preferably the kind of excellent firing point that could overlook all positions of the airport, to cover the special combat personnel who were lurking into the airport. And the machine gunners had to find a commanding height, which could provide fire suppression and cover for the evacuated soldiers when the time came.

Perhaps these Soviets had not experienced a war for too long, and the check-in at the entrance was even easier than the sentry, and the captain of the special combat team let them in without even showing their documents. Of course, who would have thought that a group of Yankees would swagger into the airport disguised as Soviet soldiers.

After parking the car, everyone carried out sabotage activities according to the previously set tasks, the captain led three team members to load the place where the fuel tanker truck was parked at the airport with detonators-tube-explosives, while the other two were responsible for going to the ammunition depot to sabotage, and the other three guys could blow up as many planes as they could. And the Supreme Commander also gave them a personal task, which was to blow up all the MiG-3 fighters parked by the Soviet troops.

The idea of the Americans is to dare to sneak attack Lao Tzu's transport plane and cripple all your fighters in minutes.

The four of them swaggered towards the tanker, and their expressions were so natural that they thought they were a group of Soviet soldiers stationed at the airport. It's a pity that the Oscars don't have the Best Extras award, otherwise they would probably all be won by these guys.

"Wait, comrade, you can't get close to here without an order." The soldiers guarding the tanker truck were still much more reliable than the guys outside, and when they saw the soldiers they had never seen before, they immediately vigilantly stopped them from advancing.

"Comrade, we have no ill will." The captain raised his hands and walked towards him with a smile, perhaps the harmless smile of the special operations captain made this comrade relax his vigilance, his muzzle drooped, and the captain deliberately glanced left and right when he saw the opportunity, and then mysteriously leaned in front of him, and whispered, "Comrade, you treat me like this, do you know who I am?" ”

"I don't know." The soldier shook his head innocently, completely oblivious to the murderous look on the faces of the soldiers around him.

"I'm your American dad." The captain said this sentence in English, and the Soviet soldier who could not understand English was stunned for a moment, but then felt a hot pain in his throat, like someone had stuffed a burning hot coals into his throat, and he wanted to shout for help, but the disguised soldier in front of him covered his mouth tightly with a pair of big hands, and he couldn't open it. He only felt that his mouth was full of sweet blood, and he choked on it.

The captain covered his mouth tightly until the other party's pupils were dilated and he lost his life, and the two were responsible for dragging the soldier's body under the truck and hiding it, and then the captain took out an explosive detonator with a time-delay device from the Soviet rucksack and quietly stuck it under the large oil tank. The time of the detonator is set at four minutes, which is enough to do a lot.

"The mission has been completed, and then we will wait until the ammunition depot, airfield and oil tanks explode at the same time, and then we will storm the airfield headquarters and get our hands on the Soviet documents inside." The captain quietly opened the safety of the ** sand submachine gun hanging on his chest. Stood up and swaggered towards the command post.