Sniffing slightly, the burning stench made Prenyakov's brows furrow slightly, and the face under the sunglasses could not be seen clearly, but his eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything, carefully looked at the forest in front of him. The Mi-24 Hind transport helicopter gunship had smashed a large crater in the forest, and even more than a dozen trees had been broken and shattered, and the burning of the helicopter wreckage had ignited the spilled branches and leaves, and billowing smoke was emitting.

But in the face of the scorching smell, the corners of Prenyakov's mouth slightly brought a mocking smile, his eyes followed the turning neck and looked at the helicopter wreckage quite carefully, after a long while, he nodded, turned to look at the several Soviet soldiers who were following behind him, cleared his throat and said, "This is obvious." ”

"What?" The Soviet soldiers behind him turned their heads to look at him, but in addition to anger and hatred, there was also a little panic in their eyes. With AKM assault rifles in their hands, they were carefully guarding the surrounding forest, and even in the depths of the forest not far away, there were Soviet soldiers with RPD light machine guns with cold faces, as long as any suspicious target appeared in front of their eyes, if the password did not match, I am afraid they would meet the merciless and cruel shooting.

And at their feet, there lay the bloody corpses, dressed in the same uniform as them, and even the same weapons in their hands. But the strong smell of blood was stronger than the scorching smell, and in less than half an hour, the blood had already infected the ground on the surface of the dense forest, and also attracted countless scavenging and blood-sucking mosquitoes, buzzing to make up for the woods, greedily enjoying the blood everywhere.

"It's a conspiracy, isn't it? This is an obvious conspiracy. ”

Plunyakov raised his head slightly, straightened the large-brimmed hat on his forehead, and made the five-pointed star with the sickle and hammer more and more vivid. Careful observation is a talent that he has brought from birth. And looking at the black wreckage of the helicopter and the appearance of the tiny flames still burning, the corners of his mouth curled up with a mocking smile: "That's right, this is a conspiracy." His eyes looked through his sunglasses, as if he had some kind of essence: "What makes me curious, why do the Americans have disposable rockets of our RPG-18 model?" ”

His voice hadn't fallen yet. The eyes of the soldiers around him who were responsible for protecting him instantly widened. In particular, the frightened eyes couldn't help but subconsciously look at the wreckage of the helicopter, which was still burning with flames licking the paint of the fuselage, and was still releasing thick black smoke, condensing in a cloud that went straight into the sky. And their eyes couldn't help but look more than ten meters away, where there were the wreckage of the other three helicopters, and the same pungent scorching smell and billowing smoke came out.

"Right there, on the ground, rockets rushed up and hit the bottom of our careless helicopter."

Looking at the shocked faces of the group of Soviet soldiers around them. Prenyakov nodded slightly, he was reserved as if he were a proud scholar, walking on the soft ground in this dense forest, his spotless leather boots now looked a little dirty, but he still walked forward unimpressedly, until he came to a dense bush, and nodded slowly: "Right here, they fired more than eight RPG-18 rockets." ”

Prenyakov's eyes narrowed slightly. He crouched slowly behind the bushes, looking at the inconspicuous traces. The corners of his mouth still curled up with a mocking smile. His white hand stretched out to touch the ground, with a slight hardness with uneven undulations, which made his brow stretch slightly, and nodded lightly to the soldier who followed him closely, and couldn't help but admire: "Very good, perfect concealment." Very good, sudden attack. He paused, shook his head slightly, and said, "This ambush is perfect. ”

Behind the bushes, there were still traces of people lying there, and when Prenyakov's hand was on the place of the footprints, there was something strange on his face. He found deep footprints. Except for jumping off a three-meter-high tree, ordinary people can't step on it at all. And he looked up at a primitive giant tree next to him, a person hugging the thickness of the shape, but there was no trace of climbing. Frowning slightly, just when he was puzzled, the figure walking quickly on the path made him shake his head and smile: "My poor comrade regiment commander is here." ”

"Comrade Commissar, what the hell is here... What's going on? Over here... This is simply the most brutal battlefield! ”

A colonel had already walked quickly to the dense forest, but his face was quite embarrassed. Especially looking at the soldiers who were on guard around him, and the strong smell of blood, he couldn't help but grit his teeth. Seeing Prenyakov, the political commissar of his island garrison regiment, he couldn't help but walk over quickly, looked at the miserable corpses around him, and suppressed the anger in his heart and asked: "This small island is obviously our missile base, how can such a tragic battle happen?" ”

"A terrible battle? Oh no, Comrade Commander, I'm going to correct it. ”

The corners of Prenyakov's mouth curled, looking at the colonel in front of him with an extremely embarrassed look on his face, but he understood the fear in his heart. As the commander sent by the Soviet Union to this small island to establish a forward base, he originally had a great future, but once the matter of the death of two platoons was known to the upper leadership, I am afraid that his army's journey has come to an end. And he also understood that this colonel really didn't know anything about the team battle, and he smiled slightly, with indifference in his tone: "This is a massacre, a massacre with a conspiracy." ”

"What massacre? Why am I in charge of guarding this island, and as the regimental commander, why don't I know anything? ”

The colonel's regimental commander was visibly furious, his fists clenched. But he looked at the cliff in front of him, many Soviet soldiers were standing there with rifles, their eyes were slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and walked over there, and at the same time looked at the corpses of Soviet soldiers under the bushes and woods around him, as well as the wreckage of the crashed helicopter in the woods next to him, and his heart was already extremely angry: "Can anyone tell me what happened here?!" ”

The guard team following behind him stepped forward, but the AKM assault rifle in his hand was instantly raised. Their eyes were solemn and serious, but there was not the slightest fear, and their eyes looked at the corpses on the cliff one by one, almost completely covered with grass, but they were all faintly spread out with their breathing, carefully protecting the colonel behind them.

The colonel, on the other hand, pushed away a guard and strode out of the shadows at the edge of the woods, his eyes widening, and even looking at the corpses covered with a layer of blood, and the bleeding that almost became a stream, and even subconsciously stunned on the spot. The bright red appearance completely made his eyes bloodshot, and his clenched fists were like nails piercing into the palms of his hands, dripping down the seams of his hands and breaking into pieces on the ground.

"There's shotguns, there's automatic rifles."

Plunyakov came from behind, and as the commissar, the guards did not stop him, and these guards looked at the almost slaughterhouse-like appearance in front of them, and the hands holding AKM assault rifles were slightly gray. However, the corners of Prenyakov's mouth turned slightly, looked at the colonel in front of him who was holding his hand fiercely, walked over and patted his shoulder that was hard because of muscle tension, and said very indifferently: "M4A1 assault rifle, the Americans did it." ”

"Americans?"

However, the colonel's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the group of corpses lying on the ground on the edge of the cliff in front of him. He had seen the ragged appearance of the corpses, and the miserable situation of carrying the hands behind their backs, and he had also seen the American federal uniforms on the corpses. Squinting slightly, he turned his head to look at the soldiers beside him who were still holding AKM assault rifles in their hands, and suddenly fell silent.

His silence does not mean that he does not know, and his silence does not mean that he does not understand. And his hands that were still clenched tightly, and his teeth that were clenched fiercely, already explained the anger in his heart. Plenyakov also saw his suppressed appearance, but slowly took half a step back, looked at him with a calm face and said softly: "No way, this is the task arranged by the Suppression Committee, and sometimes these are political needs." ”

"Political needs? We slaughtered the captives, and then were chased by the Americans to take revenge? ”

A Makarov pistol had already been pulled out of the colonel's officer's arms, and he turned his head fiercely to look at the commissar behind him. He shook his head slowly, his eyes were red, and even looking at this Prenyakov commissar, the anger in his heart made him think of some kind of recklessness. The finger slowly rested on the trigger, and he gasped deeply: "Give me a reason not to kill you, you traitor to the Soviets!" ”

But there was no fear on Prenyakov's calm face, he shrugged his shoulders slightly, looked at the colonel in front of him, but only sighed helplessly: "I'm not a traitor, I'm just carrying out the orders of the Suppression Committee." Before he could finish speaking, he turned his head and walked towards the dense forest, and looking at his arrogant appearance, the colonel gritted his teeth and let out a roar, and his angry brain just wanted to pull the trigger in his hand, but the guard behind him who was originally protecting him instantly raised the butt of the AKM assault rifle and smashed it down on the back of his head. And Prenyakov's voice came at this time: "Send him back to Moscow, our comrade regiment commander seems to have some mental problems because of fatigue from work. ”

PS: Ask for a monthly pass! Ask for a commuter pass! I'm really short of commuter passes right now... Kneel and beg everyone... By the way, "Silver Anthem" is really good, I recommend it, you can go and see it. A different DND mode, oh, the golden finger of the Middle-earth Ringing Spirit, Sauron's evil is attached to the protagonist's body, a great novel! (To be continued.) )