Cal. Colonel Wieson began to regret that he should not have contacted the peacekeepers too soon. The target he wanted to besiege and kill actually did such a thing as surrendering, which seriously exceeded all his previous predictions, so that he was caught off guard!

He was unwilling to watch the hard work of chasing and intercepting all the prey before the trap escaped, and decisively ordered the only remaining "Predator B" to rush to the south at full speed, and at the same time let the four planes of the second wave also go with him, ready to blow them all to pieces in the middle of the road at all costs.

But at this moment, the "Global Hawk" sent back images that made him angry! The two armored vehicle units of the MONUC actually rushed out of Bukavu at full speed, and rushed madly towards the southern region as if they were burning their butts, obviously trying to meet up with the two anti-aircraft artillery convoys first!

This alone is better, after all, on such a bad road, even armored vehicles cannot run more than 50 kilometers per hour. Even if the two sides charge head-to-head, don't think about seeing it for an hour. Until then, the drones were already in place and launching strikes.

To his astonishment and madness, the convoy that set off first on the N2 highway suddenly stopped in an open area when it ran less than 20 kilometers, spread out a formation on the spot, put up a column of artillery trucks, and redeployed extremely quickly, and then erected eight 57mm anti-aircraft guns in a bright and swaying direction, facing the direction from which the drone was flying!

At the same time, another convoy that was furthest away from them gathered towards them at a faster speed.

This is clearly a way for two people to protect each other and move forward alternately to ensure safety!

As soon as the lone drone approached the airspace of the missile strike, it was caught and locked by ground-based radar. A 57mm shell immediately blasted over and exploded near the drone like a demonstration!

The accuracy and range it shows can guarantee that the Predator B will launch the missile at the same time. Piles of shell fragments will surely be ushered in at the same time! Although the drone can carry a maximum of 8 missiles, which is exactly enough to cope with eight artillery trucks, it takes 6-8 seconds between the two launches, which is enough for the artillery trucks on the ground to fire more than a dozen shells each!

One-to-eight, it's really hard to say who will kill the deer.

On the trade-off, Carl. Colonel Wieson decided to wait a little longer. More than ten minutes passed. At the same time as the other convoy arrived, four drones also arrived. He was about to order five planes to pounce on it and destroy it completely, when he suddenly found that all the tarps of the truck that had been tight had been lifted. Quadruple anti-aircraft guns were actually exposed in the back!

“wtf！”

The colonel couldn't help but blurt out! How many fucking cards do these guys still have to be revealed! A bunch of medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns is enough of a headache, and now there are even more serial anti-aircraft guns -- is this an insult to the intelligence capabilities of the US military?

Offensive? Or give up? He couldn't make up his mind for a moment.

True, the airborne Hellfire missile has a range of eight thousand meters, and it is true that it can be launched outside the effective range of the opponent. Accuracy can also be guaranteed. But that was before the other side was not ready.

Right now. With the assistance of the quadruple machine guns, with the perverted rate of fire of thousands of shells per minute per minute of each quadruple gun, there is a high probability that the missiles will be shot down, whether by radar or by human eye observation!

Even, the opponent does not need to aim at all, as long as it is determined that the missile is launched, and then a dense blocking rain of missiles is formed on the trajectory, it is enough to destroy it! When the time comes. Being able to hit a few shots can only depend on luck.

"Damn it. It's unforgivable! ”

The colonel angrily flipped the table and slammed the ground! He never thought that there would be such a difficult enemy in the world, and all kinds of strange methods emerged one after another, making it impossible to guard against!

He really wants to fight for the consequences of all the drones being shot down, and desperately smash the missiles down, it's a big deal to lose both.

However, at this time, someone stood up to stop him. Several civilian officers and CIA personnel were unequivocally opposed: "Colonel, things have come to this point, and we don't need to pay more losses." Since the other side intends to evade our pursuit by surrendering the peacekeeping forces, this will make it easier for us to catch them all! As long as we offered to take over these criminals, no one dared to refuse! ”

Looking at their "for your good" looks, Carl. Colonel Wesson was disgusted and wanted to vomit! How could he not know that these guys were simply playing political tricks to compete for merit!

In the previous military strikes, they were all operated by their military personnel, and civilian and CIA personnel only played a supporting role. After success, the reward for meritorious deeds will naturally rank them last, just a little bit.

But now it's different, they see an opportunity to make a huge difference, and they immediately jump out to show their presence. Relying on the powerful deterrent power of the United States, they can coerce and lure the United Nations Democratic Republic of Korea to hand over people with their incorruptible tongues, and by the way, "protect" the remaining drones - these are all valuable American property, which add up to hundreds of millions of dollars (they also count the two Global Hawks)!

The Colonel was tempted to insist on his opinion, but the other party was obviously more familiar with the tactics of the struggle than he was, and while preventing him from "doing something stupid", he contacted General Patton Jr., who had flown in a special plane to take over, and gave a repetition of the situation, emphasizing in particular the difficulty of the enemy and the fact that it was about to fall into the hands of MONUC.

Major General Patton Jr. came from an extraordinary background and is said to have been associated with World War II Marshal George Jr. Patton is a family, but his style is very mellow, he has a wide range of contacts in the military, and his reputation is quite good.

Easily judging the pros and cons, he ordered the colonel to suspend the strike and instead monitor the prisoner operations of MONUC from the air. At the same time, the relevant personnel of the advisory group were asked to be prepared, and he would immediately transfer to Bukavu upon arrival, and asked the people from this side to come to negotiate as attachés.

The matter has come to this point, and the colonel must not be disobedient and disrespectful. He could only watch as the damned politicians contacted the peacekeepers and leaked the general's request for negotiation and takeover, which was tantamount to telling the other side that there was no threat from the armed thugs who were putting up a stubborn posture in the distance!

Under the surveillance of the Global Hawk, several MONUC helicopters arrived first. See the white flags fluttering from the top of the muzzles of the anti-aircraft guns erected high, and the white paint painted on the tops of the various vehicles! All the personnel waved small white flags in their hands, not to mention how docile and sincere their attitudes were.

Subsequently. The armored convoy that was rushing to this side also arrived, and the group of guys supervised the group of guys to put away the cannons in order and began to return under their watch.

Just then, a cruise missile launched from the Indian Ocean finally arrived belatedly and blasted all the wooden buildings of the three farms to pieces! The fires and boiling plumes of smoke, as well as the deafening explosions, could be heard from afar.

The MONUC helicopter hovering in the air saw this scene clearly. Dengshi was taken aback. The situation was reported to the Bukavu command, and the general on duty immediately called the US military advisory group and gave him a stern questioning!

More than an hour later. The convoy returned to Bukavu and spent half a day blocking the bad streets of the city before finally returning to its station. All thirty-six trucks and twenty-four anti-aircraft artillery vehicles were sent to a site for resettlement, while more than 100 prisoners were held in a makeshift camp. How to deal with it. We'll have to wait for them to come up with a result.

In a rudimentary prefabricated house "cell". The captain of the driver and the strong technical officer got together in a heap, took out the terminal as if by magic, and after a short time connected to the WIFI network of the MONUC, and then stole their satellite channel to contact the Caspian Strategic Technology Center.

Chloe wore headphones, rested on the console with two legs, chewed gum in her mouth, and teased each other flirtatiously: "Yo! Guys, you're finally prisoners of war. Congratulations! ”

The captain of the driver scolded angrily: "Damn bastard, don't gloat there." Hurry up and tell us the next plan of action. ”

Chloe shrugged: "OK, OK, you have worked hard, the boss is very clear about this, and has prepared delicious food and wine waiting for you to return victoriously." Now that you have entered the prisoner of war camp, then you can rest in peace, I believe that there will be a surprise in the near future, don't get distracted? Well, by the way, at twelve o'clock in the evening, you'd better all find a safe corner and hide, maybe there will be some movement. ”

The captain of the driver rolled his eyes, but he finally understood, their thousands of miles of battle came to an end, and the things behind him were naturally arranged by the omnipotent big boss Yang Hao, and he waited with peace of mind.

Raising his middle finger to greet the guys hiding in the safety of the rear, the strong man technical officer cut off the communication, and then passed on the "good news" to calm the army.

When it was almost dark, Major General Patton Jr.'s special plane arrived in Bukavu, and a C130 transport plane carried more than 20 elite marines at the same time, and rushed to the headquarters of the MONUC branch in a Humvee.

The rotating commander, Major General Saeed from Malaysia, greeted him at the door with a black face (in fact, he was born with a black head and black face) and followed reciprocal etiquette. Little Barton got out of the car, and raised his hand to the brim of his hat perfunctorily at the other party as a salute, and after Said's stereotypical salute, he said arrogantly: "General, our time is very precious, I don't think we need too much nonsense." You should understand my intentions, please leave those terrorists who attacked the United States at our disposal, I can owe you a favor on behalf of the Pentagon. ”

Said raised an eyebrow in annoyance.

As an officer in a small Malaysian country, he can't stand up in the face of the powerful United States, but the more so, the more he values the respect of major countries. The peacekeeping force is composed of most of the world's powers other than the United States, and the officers of the four rogue are usually very polite to him, and he has never seen such a decent general of the same rank.

Holding back his breath, the original apprehension and inferiority complex were replaced by shame, and he couldn't help but hit the fire upwards, and he pushed back hard: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency General, we don't have any evidence to prove that those people are so-called terrorists. They have not violated or interfered with the peacekeeping forces in any way and have been very cooperative with our work. Therefore, we cannot agree to your request. ”

The two generals were just clubbing at the gate of the camp, arguing with each other, and their appearance was really not very elegant.

Little Barton frowned, the other party's non-cooperation was a bit beyond his expectations, which was not what he imagined before he came!

Once again, if you look at it carefully, you are black, thin, and short, how do you look like a tropical chimpanzee in clothes, and such a thing is worthy of negotiating with you on an equal footing?

Little Barton felt a little tired in his heart. He really looks down on the soldiers of such a scum small country, and he has no basic literacy at all. Pulling it out is not a bullshit, except for relying on the support of the big country, the fox and the fake tiger, and the bullying of the common people who usually fight with open fire. What else can you do?

But now is obviously not the time to think about this, and it is more important to complete the task than personal perception.

He took a deep breath, put on a kind expression, and lowered his tone: "General Said, I apologize for being rude before. But you should know what these people mean to America! It doesn't matter if they do anything in the area under the jurisdiction of MONUC. I have to take them away. When it comes to the dignity of the United States, there is no room for compromise. If you have to block it, I think. It is very necessary for us to discuss the issue of military bases in your country. ”

Major General Said was startled, his chest rose and fell sharply, and he said angrily: "Are you showing a threat? ”

Little Barton shrugged casually: "I'm just stating the facts." ”

Said was speechless.

He is well aware that the Malay government is seeking to further curry favor with the United States. in order to gain support to deal with an increasingly powerful China. For this. They are planning to open an air base in northern Borneo, near the South China Sea, to US military patrol planes for take-off and refueling. Further, it wants to gain a higher position in the layout of the United States to contain China.

As everyone knows, Japan started by relying on the Korean War, and in order to deal with China, the Americans had to pay an even greater price, which will inevitably bring huge benefits to neighboring countries.

If today the Americans are angered by a group of prisoners. Major General Saeed will definitely be dealt with harshly when he returns, this kind of bad luck. He didn't want to take the blame.

But he really didn't dare to let people go like this.

Everyone knows that those bold guys have a strong backstage, most likely Chinese. If you say that it has nothing to do with the Chinese government, who would believe it!

In addition, the first wave of prisoners was brought back by the Chinese peacekeepers first, and the officers of the small country here have already had a tacit understanding, and when the big countries clash, they will definitely not mix in it, and they will crush to death and have no place to cry!

Britain, France, and Russia all turned a blind eye and pretended not to see, pushing a country like him with a big nose to deal with things, which was enough to trick people.

Major General Said drummed several times, but after all, he did not hold on to the end, and said in a sullen voice: "This matter is too important, we are only a branch here, and we have no decision-making power, so we must report to the headquarters of the MONUC, and the rotating commander and the special representative of the secretary general will jointly adjudicate." ”

He really didn't want to risk offending other powers. China is too close, and Britain, France, Russia and other countries are also waiting to see the jokes of the Americans.

The corners of Little Barton's mouth pulled down, visibly impatient. Just as he was about to take a tougher stance, Saeed followed suit: "However, I agree in principle that you can send a squad of soldiers into the camp to assist us in guarding the prisoners. ”

"Help."

Little Barton curled his lips happily and nodded gently: "Very good, Your Excellency General's decision is very wise, you will definitely not regret today's decision." Well, so the matter was decided. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand, and the Marine Corps soldiers of the next squad immediately got out of the car, lined up neatly, and trotted into the camp under the guidance of two soldiers with UN white helmets.

When things went so smoothly to reach a compromise, Barton Jr. was also happy, so he no longer wore an ugly dead face, and greeted Said again, and went to the headquarters side by side like an old friend to see the construction results here.

When the American GIs deliberately came to the door of the prisoner barracks and formed a double post with the UN soldiers, when they passed by the iron railed door, they grinned at the people inside, and made all kinds of fierce expressions on their necks, and their eyes clearly said: "You are finished." ”

Many people obviously didn't expect this to happen, and they couldn't help but whisper together in worry.

The captain of the driver asked in a slightly apprehensive whisper, "Could it be that something happened?" Could it be that the big boss's plan was wrong and let the Americans see through it? ”

The strong man technical officer shook his head firmly: "That's impossible, all this should be expected, we just need to wait until midnight with peace of mind." ”

That being said, an atmosphere of unease still inevitably spreads.

In China, I also got the news early at this time, and the leaders of the relevant departments actually worried about Yang Hao, and called the relevant leaders to ask: "The matter is a bit troublesome, are we trying to find a way to intervene?" It would be too embarrassing for the Americans to get rid of people so happily. ”

The other party sneered: "Yang Hao's kid doesn't care, he is shopping with his girlfriend, why are we in a hurry when we get on the pole!" I reckon he's prepared, and he'll wait and see, maybe there's another moth. ”

The leaders of the relevant departments are right to think about it, it seems that when Yang Hao has never suffered a loss, the Americans have to fall into the pit again if they don't do it well this time. Well, let's wait to see the excitement!

Of course, Yang Hao had a clear understanding of the progress of the situation, Xue Qing looked at his relaxed appearance beside him, and couldn't help but be curious, and asked: "I really can't think of it, it's all come to this point, what else can you do to turn the tables." ”

Yang Hao said smugly: "Shanren has their own clever plan, everything is under control, you just wait to watch the show." ”

Xue Qing didn't ask any more questions, showing full trust.

In central Africa, at eleven o'clock in the evening, darkness envelops the mysterious land at the top of the Great Rift Valley. In the anticipation of countless people, changes are quietly coming!

Yang Hao sat in the driver's seat, wearing goggles, looking at the active crater shining red below from the side, and waved his hand gently, a giant bomb the size of a house appeared in the air and smashed down rapidly.

More than ten seconds later, an earth-shattering loud bang erupted suddenly, and a boiling column of fireworks mixed with blazing magma rushed out of the crater, lighting up half of the sky! (To be continued......)