Chapter 290: The Seventh Fleet

Outside the tent, by the Seven Star Lake, a group of people gathered here, and in the center of it, a man lay on his back. He was drenched in water and unconscious, with two medics helping him with CPR.

"How can this be? God, what happened to him? How did it become like this......

On the side, some people couldn't help but whisper.

"I don't know, but it looks really miserable, he's leading the team to investigate that thing, right? How did this happen, damn it, what the hell are we fighting against......"

"Hehe, don't you know, otherwise what do you think they did by recruiting us people in an unconventional way? To put it bluntly, we are just the stones they use to find their way. ”

One of the warriors sneered, as if he had expected such a situation.

Everyone else turned to look at him, and one of his companions said strangely, "Hank, why did you join in if you knew this was the case?" ”

When Hank heard this, the disdain on his face retracted, revealing a trace of helplessness and said, "What if you know?" Where are we guys not working hard, and those battlefields in Africa are much better than here? Besides, the revenge they gave was high enough, if it weren't for the medical treatment of little Tommy......"

He paused, looked in the direction of the camp on the side, and slowly closed his mouth.

"What are you doing here! Do you guys know who you are! Why don't you hurry up and give me back! ”

John came, and he couldn't help but be even more annoyed when he saw that the group of mercenaries were all gathered around to watch the excitement, and even shouted a reprimand to everyone.

When he said this, the group of people all scattered and went back to their posts in a hurry, which made John suddenly burst into a burst of rage, and kept shouting and scolding them for being undisciplined and not looking like soldiers.

In fact, after a month of training and running-in, the performance of these mercenaries was originally reasonable.

But with a period of exploration in the wild, the group of guys who lacked the environmental constraints gradually revealed their former habits and personalities, which made John very angry.

But now there is nothing to be done about anger, and there is a bigger problem waiting for him to deal with.

"How's the situation going, is Cando okay?"

John approached and asked about the medic for details.

The man nodded, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and said: "Sir, the situation has basically stabilized, there is no danger to his life, all that is left is to wait for him to wake up." ”

John was relieved when he heard this.

No way, not to mention that Kando is a soldier trained by himself, but for their commander, once there is a casualty under his command, then the follow-up will be a very troublesome thing, from disability allowance to pension, each of which can become a reason for his superiors to clean him up.

Now, even though things are going in the direction he least wants to see, John still dreams with a glimmer of hope.

He fantasized that it was all just an accident, and that Kando had just accidentally fallen overboard in the middle of a mission, which had led to the current situation, though he knew that it was unlikely.

"Ahem-uh!"

A quick gasp came, and Cando opened his eyes suddenly, and he sat up straight, opened his mouth and spat out some of the remaining water between his mouth and nose, and then lay back down.

"Cando! Are you okay! What's going on? Why did you come back alone, and what about the others? ”

John was the first to inquire about the situation, and God knows how nervous he was when he said these words.

"Hmm...... Johan, John ...... Is that you......? ”

Cando gradually came back to his senses, and his thoughts slowly became clearer.

"Yes, I'm sorry...... We've had a formidable enemy, and the monster is noticeably bigger than we've seen before...... It was so fast that it caught up with us in the blink of an eye, and it was terrible to smash the speedboat so easily......"

Cando said a lot of things intermittently, which made John's heart cold when he heard it.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and asked about the others.

"So, what happened to the others? Why didn't I see them back? ”

Kando was stunned suddenly, and his face was a little worse.

"Andrew is dead, Hawke is dead, Jason is dead...... We fell overboard in the later attacks, and if they haven't returned, I'm afraid it's ......"

John suddenly fell into an ice cave, and all the previous luck was hit at all, and any promotions and fortunes disappeared.

Although those people were temporarily selected from among the mercenaries, now that there were such large casualties all of a sudden, it was still difficult for him, the commander, to escape the fate of being held accountable.

"Damn it!"

John punched the dirt floor, and he was so angry that he wanted to rush into the lake and kill the guy.

However, with such a lesson from the second squad, it is naturally impossible for him to do such a stupid thing of giving people their heads again.

If he really filled it with a few more teams, then it would not be as simple as not being able to get promoted.

He immediately ordered the medic to take Kando back to recuperate, and only in the afternoon when the latter had recovered his strength did he find him and begin to learn the details of the mission.

……

On the other side, at the landing port on the east side of Rebirth Island, the Seventh Fleet of the Mi Army is stationed in the main base of the coastline.

A report of the documents was placed on the desk in one of the command rooms.

The report was sent back from the front by John, using the short-range wireless base stations they had laid along the way, and transmitted them layer by layer to the rear through encryption.

This method of transmitting signals is the same method used during the war decades ago, and it is now completely synonymous with ancient times.

However, it is this ancient thing that is now coming in handy.

Unfortunately, this kind of wireless signal relay base station erected in the field is expensive, and it is difficult to lay, and the reason why radar is not used to accept long-wave signals is actually very simple.

First, in this sea area where large warships cannot enter, it is undoubtedly very difficult to rely on some existing training sailboats in various countries to carry out the transportation of large equipment.

Second, in the interior of this island, although all kinds of machinery can be re-operated, it is puzzling that the radio of long-wave signals will be seriously interfered with and cannot be used, so this is why John and they used this relatively old short-wave method as a means of information transmission.

At this time, in this command room, a middle-aged man in a straight military uniform was reading the information that had just been sent back from the front, his brows were tightly knit, obviously the content of this was not so pleasant.