"Report, report!" Someone suddenly shouted outside the tent, and the two soldiers guarding the curtain inside the tent tightened their guns and raised their vigilance.

"What's the matter, just say it at the door!" Lawrence, on the other hand, didn't want a little person to come in and disturb them.

"I, our straight helicopter was shot down." [.81zw]

The voices of the people outside the door were out of breath, apparently running over to report just after getting the news.

For the Afghan region, which has only automatic rifles, grenades, RPGs and some small-caliber mortars as the main equipment, there is not even a decent large weapon, and having a helicopter, even if it is a civilian one, with a heavy machine gun hanging on the hatch, is already a very luxurious lineup, usually as a secret weapon at the bottom of the box.

The news of the downing of the helicopter was enough to cause an uproar in the camp.

"What shot down, why was it so careless, do the people in the valley have anti-aircraft missiles?"

Lawrence frowned, no matter how civilian that helicopter was, it was not a cheap toy, I don't know how many AK-47s could be replaced, and the only air power that could play a comprehensive suppressive role was eliminated so quickly, which was obviously a bit unexpected to him.

"No, no, no, the helicopter was shot down not by anti-aircraft weapons, but by fighters."

It was like a stone smashed into a pond and stirred up a thousand waves, and the leaders of the tents jumped in shock, and the chairs were overturned to the ground.

How far away is this.

In the minds of these Afghans and militants roaming in neighboring countries, only the United States, China, Russia, and some European powers have the ability to deliver air weapons for use in other countries and regions.

And it's also to help those civilians who have almost nothing, how can they have such a big background, and actually have a fighter jet, there is simply no more terrible news than this.

Many people have been hit by airplanes, some are even Afghans, especially members of the Taliban, American fighter jets, British fighter jets, Soviet fighter jets have also come, and these people have experienced first-hand the enormous effect that fighter jets can play on the battlefield.

Helicopters are nothing, even if they are armed helicopters, they may not be the opponents of professional high-speed fighters, high speed, high firepower, as long as there are enough ammunition "medicine", even a fighter can completely destroy their hundreds of people without damage.

The faces of many people in the tent have changed, and the high lethality brought by high-tech weapons has left an indelible impression on them.

"How is it possible, is there an airport in the valley? You!~ come in and speak. ”

Lawrence's always calm temperament finally lost his former calm, how could there be such a thing, he had a hunch that the situation was getting more and more out of control.

"Yes! Yes!" A guy in a Russian-style military uniform walked in resignedly, there are all miscellaneous troops here, it is impossible to have a standard military uniform, and I don't know where to pick up the military uniform, it is dirty and old.

Judging from all the information that has been aggregated, there are only a few civilians and mercenaries in the valley, not even a serious paramilitary organization, and most of them are farmers, herdsmen, blacksmiths, barefoot doctors, and some teachers, and the highest education is no more than high school.

What's more, fighter jets, such high-tech weapons need to be maintained, personnel, equipment, money, and venues, which are not amazingly demanding.

Where to find pilots, where to find mechanics, and electronic engineers, communications personnel, logistics, just this place, these people who can live a comfortable life in a foreign country and get a high salary will come and settle in this kind of place where birds don't ?!

If that were the case, the world would be ridiculous.

If they really have such strength, these people still need to move all the way away, and the sale of the plane is enough for them to recruit troops and horses to occupy a large piece of land and turn it into their own comfort zone.

If it was an air base set up by other forces here, then Lawrence's face immediately changed, and he didn't dare to imagine it.

With such a few hundred miscellaneous soldiers, even if one more zero is added to the back, it is not enough for the other party to clean up, and leading people to attack this air base by yourself is almost no different from looking for death.

The two "Stryker" wheeled armored vehicles that suddenly disappeared last night and could not find a trace, as well as powerful shock bombs, yes, it must be so, there must be a powerful large organization that has a secret base here, and those civilians who have traveled thousands of miles have nothing to do with this base, or are acquaintances.

If that's the case, then everything that happened makes sense.

The leaders watched the white face of the Provisional Plenipotentiary change again and again, as if they had guessed something terrible, and their faces became very unsightly.

"What kind of plane is the other side? Did you see clearly, did you have any signs on your body? ”

Laurenci asked again, he needed to judge what kind of force the other party belonged to in order to prescribe the right "medicine", hoping not to be too stiff.

Lawrence guessed that there was already an owner in the valley.

While things have not deteriorated to the point of being out of control, Lawrence has a plan to stop the attack and withdraw his troops, the opponent is so strong, and there are fighter jets, which means that he can no longer deal with these people.

Before the other party has counterattacked, timely evacuation is the best means of self-preservation, and if necessary, sacrifice a few unlucky ghosts to calm the other party's anger.

Just as Lawrence's eyes searched among the leaders for the hapless man who could be the scapegoat, the guy who came to report stammered, "It's a silver-gray 'colored' plane, without any logos, with a propeller in front of the nose, not a jet." ”

"What? What!"

Lawrence's eyes widened and he didn't seem to be able to believe it, there was a propeller in the nose, not a jet engine, what kind of plane was this?

The facts said by the person who came to report completely subverted his own speculation, which was completely impossible to reason with common sense, how could it be an old-fashioned propeller fighter plane, whether it would be a trainer plane, this tangled idea made Lawrence feel big for the first time.

What age is this, and there are still people equipped with such planes? It's just unparallelable.

There are no signs, as long as you have seen it with your own eyes, Lawrence does not believe the words of the reporter very much, if there is a case, provoke a big force, then he is a big basket.

"Well, yes, it's a very old plane, not like American, not like Russian, not like Chinese, with machine guns mounted on both sides of the wings, I can confirm, it should be a fighter."

The guy said cautiously, observing Lawrence's face, for fear that if he said something wrong, he would be dragged out to shoot the target.

Lawrence was about to ask a few more questions, when he suddenly heard a roar outside, and people in the camp kept shouting, and the originally orderly camp began to faintly "commotion".

"Airplanes! There are planes!"

"See, see, in the east!"

Someone shouted to the sky, and the person with the telescope in his hand directly raised the telescope, and more people stood in place helplessly, covering the sunlight with their foreheads and looking at a small black dot in the sky, which was getting closer and clearer.

"It's coming so soon!" Lawrence chuckled in his heart, waved his hand, went out to have a look, and said to the guy who came to report: "Convey my order, all machine guns are aimed at the sky, but no one is allowed to fire without my order, this is an order, if someone shoots without permission, I will hang him with my own hands." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The guy who came to report bowed and hurriedly retreated, there were all big people here, both Mr. Lawrence and the leaders of those big organizations, standing here alone, indicating that there was a lot of pressure.

Lawrence took the lead and walked out, and the leaders in the tent looked at each other and immediately followed.

"What's going on, isn't there no one in the valley? How is it possible that there is a military base in this place, there is not even a road. ”

"yes, can these untouchables get a helper?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say, if we run into a powerful one, we don't know if we can get out of it."

"Crassus, you've always been smarter, help us analyze and analyze!"

"Yes, yes, we are all big and coarse, and we have never read, you have been in a foreign country for a few years, and you are more knowledgeable than us, let's talk about it."

"Uh, don't blame me for talking nonsense, anyway, I'm guessing like this, I guess there must be something wrong inside, eighty percent of other big organizations have taken a fancy to this place, and they are grabbing territory with us, maybe they got the news too late, and they only had time to send a few people over, and the big army will arrive soon."

"It's possible, hey, look, that plane is coming, what model? It looks so thick, it's completely different from a jet......"

"Lend me a telescope, and I'll see! It looks like I've seen it somewhere, it's a fighter jet, it's too old. ”

"It's a 'Mustang'!"

While the leaders were whispering outside the tent, Lawrence, who had snatched a telescope from somewhere, said coldly.

The leaders of the various organizations shifted their gaze to Lawrence, and he sneered, "The P-51 Mustang piston fighter, the best fighter in World War II, I really don't know where they came from. ”

Through the telescope, he could clearly see the fighter plane in the sky that was already very close, because it was not even subsonic, and the sound arrived much earlier than the plane, so that the people in the camp could watch in a crowd.

Lawrence's mood eased a little.

The three-no fighter with no logo, no wingman, and no nationality is not the training aircraft of the expected powerful organization, but more like a mercenary who spent a lot of money to find from where, and even military personnel are not necessarily, it is estimated that he is a flying enthusiast at most.

He sneered, clapped his hands, pointed to the plane and said, "Knock it down for me!" ”

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