“Have you found it?”

The consultant who was asked looked back at You Hongjun, then shook his head. "We searched three times with the infrared detection equipment on the 'Vulture' and found no suspicious people. The millimeter-wave radar photos are still being processed, and maybe there are underground facilities in the military camp that we don't know."

"Hurry up." He patted the staff's shoulder, and You Hongjun looked at the time displayed in the upper right corner of the large screen.

The longer the rescue troops stay in the enemy's barracks, the more dangerous it is. The fighter planes used to cover the rescue and retreat have been hovering in the sky for two hours and may be discovered by Indian early warning aircraft or ground radar at any time. The rescue troops searched the military camp three times, but still did not find Kang Xiaoting.

Are there really underground facilities in the military camp?

You Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost one o'clock in the morning. After another fifteen minutes, regardless of whether Kang Xiaoting was found or not, the rescue troops had to evacuate.

Because it takes at least three hours to return to the helicopter joint from Hoshiyabur camp and then to fly back to Pakistan, it must evacuate before 10:15 or it will not be possible to leave India before the final ceasefire period.

"Col...”

You Hongjun suddenly came to his senses and glanced at the busy staff officer, only to find that the person who called him was a communications staff officer.

"I just received the news that Captain Kang Xiaoting has returned to Pakistan."

"What?" You Hongjun was shocked and walked over quickly, "Where did you get the news?"

"Pakistan Military." The staff officer handed a wireless communicator to You Hongjun. "The Pakistani Army and the County Patrol Force met Captain Kang Xiaoting. He was on the way back to the camp."

You Hongjun pinned the wireless communicator to his ear and heard a noisy sound. "I am You Hongjun. Report my identity."

"Kang Xiaoting. Army Captain. Officer No. 9771876. Special number 6522387."

"Wait." You Hongjunchao looked over at the staff who was responsible for checking his identities.

"The voiceprint coincides. The officer number coincides. The special number coincides." Among the three data, the most important one is the special number. Each member of the test force has two special numbers. One group indicates freedom of movement and has not been coerced. The other group indicates that he has been captured and coerced.

"Captain. Have you escaped?"

"Yes, I'll be able to return to the camp in three hours," he said.

"Very good, I will arrange the escort force immediately." You Hongjun said, and gestured to several staff members to send air cover. "Captain, before returning to the camp, don't disclose your previous whereabouts. After returning to the camp, contact me immediately. Do you understand?"

"clear."

After taking off the communicator, You Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Col. Do you need to be transferred back to the rescue unit?"

You Hongjun nodded and then remembered another task.

At this time, the door of the tactical command center was pushed open, and Pan Yunsheng walked in quickly. "You Hongjun, have you just contacted Kang Xiaoting?"

The colonel's staff member was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

"End the rescue operation immediately, and I want to talk directly to Xiang Yinghui." Pan Yunsheng walked over.

"Now?"

Pan Yunsheng nodded. "I have already talked to Lao Peng, and I will be responsible for another action."

You Hongjun didn't ask any more questions, handed the communicator to Pan Yunsheng and asked the communications officer to connect to the communication channel of the rescue troops.

"Xiang Yinghui, I am Lao Pan."

Hearing this self-name, Xiang Yinghui obviously hesitated for a moment. "I understand, what instructions are there?"

"Kang Xiaoting has returned to Pakistan safely, but you cannot leave the Indian military camp yet. There is a more important task that must be completed immediately."

"I understand, I'm listening."

...

While Pan Yunsheng and Xiang Yinghui were talking on the phone, a technical consultant came over.

Seeing the processed radar photos sent by the technical staff, You Hongjun understood the reason why Pan Yunsheng asked the rescue troops to stay.

"It doesn't matter if there is no special bomb. Do you have a blaster? Very good, I'll send you the technical information right away."

Thousands of kilometers away, Lu Chengwen took out his individual soldier computer.

Five minutes later, a set of technical documents was sent to Lu Chengwen's computer through military communication satellites.

"Directional blasting device." After just one look, Lu Chengwen understood. "The explosion is 0.5 meters high, and it can be modified with the armor-breaking warhead of the RPG rocket, and it can be completed within ten minutes."

"Let Su Mingjin be responsible, he has performed similar tasks before." Xiang Yinghui did not think much about it.

Lu Chengwen nodded and called Su Mingjin and the two team members over.

Because this is originally an Indian military camp, and the US special forces use standard weapons and equipment from the Indian army, it is not difficult to find a few RPG rockets.

"Xiang Yinghui, have you received the message?"

"It has been received and the blasting device is being assembled." Xiang Yinghui nodded at Lu Chengwen and walked towards the truck carrying special equipment.

"You must be careful that the explosion power of the accelerator is equivalent to 50 tons TNT, the absolute killing radius is 250 meters, and the damage radius exceeds 500 meters. You must set up a timed detonation device and hide the accelerator before retreating, so that you cannot remove the explosive device."

"It can be detonated by remote control." Lu Chengwen answered on behalf of Xiang Yinghui.

"Who are you……"

"I am Major Lu Chengwen."

"You can use remote control, but you must prevent interference, and you must ensure that you will not be removed after you leave."

“We have a way to do both.”

"That's good. You can take advantage of the chaos caused by the accelerator explosion, and if it's not necessary, we will no longer provide air support."

"No problem, we can retreat on our own." Xiang Yinghui immediately answered. The war is about to end, and if another fighter plane is shot down, they have to return to India.

"We'll contact again after four hours."

"yes!"

After the call ended, Xiang Yinghui breathed a sigh of relief.

"You lead the large army to retreat first, and Su Mingjin and I will cut off the rear." Lu Chengwen had already considered the tactics, "In addition, will the commander of the US special forces be taken away?"

"We must take it back." Xiang Yinghui frowned slightly, "They came not for us, but for the accelerator. The Military Intelligence Bureau must interrogate him and figure out who they serve."

Lu Chengwen nodded. "Then you set out five minutes in advance, I'm responsible for blowing up the accelerator."

"Be careful all the way, I will wait for you at the helicopter meeting point."

Five minutes later, Xiang Yinghui left the barracks with more than a dozen team members and Major Beckett who was knocked unconscious.

Lu Chengwen personally installed the simple directional blasting device on the electric turbine accelerator, installed the remote control to detonate the **, and then took Su Mingjin out of the breakout of the barbed wire at the back of the military camp.

At this time, a convoy of five off-road vehicles came outside the gate of Hoshiapur military camp.

The post inspected the pass delivered by Logan, looked at the four Americans in the car, then stepped aside and let the two soldiers move the barricades away.

Logan stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and "Cherokee" roared into the barracks.

In order to get the pass, Logan delayed an extra hour in New Delhi. Along the way, the convoy advanced as fast as possible to recover the lost time.

In order to complete the task, Logan brought nineteen "good players".

Like Logan, they served in the U.S. special forces for four to six years, and after retirement they became mercenaries and fought around the world. Unlike Logan, they worked completely for money.

Seeing the iron gate in front of me, Logan slowed down and pulled out the pistol with the muffler installed.

The mercenary next to him also pulled out his pistol and took out a forged US government document.

Logan was very clear about Beckett's ability. They were once partners who fought side by side. Eight years ago, when the two were carrying out a secret mission in Iraq, they were surrounded by the enemy. Beckett escaped, but Logan never returned to the army. From then on, Logan became a mercenary. Four years ago, Logan met Miles, who had just been elected as a federal senator, and began to work hard for Miles.

For eight years, Logan never forgot the incident eight years ago, let alone forgive Beckett who betrayed him.

"Cherokee" stopped, Logan opened the pistol insurance and pushed open the car door. He was very excited to think that he would kill Beckett with his own hands. The grudges eight years ago were finally completely resolved.

Nineteen mercenaries also got off the car one after another.

Each brought a pistol with a muffler, and another ten carried a submachine gun with a muffler.

Logan didn't want to do it recklessly, after all, this is India, and there are thousands of Indian soldiers outside.

The campsite was very quiet, suffocating.

Has Beckett received the news long ago and set up an ambush circle?

Logan glanced at the truck with the open door, signaling the three mercenaries beside him to follow him, while the other mercenaries searched in dispersed ways.

Logan stopped when he walked to the truck.

The keen intuition of professional soldiers made him feel the danger, stopped and glanced around. More than ten mercenaries occupied the most favorable positions, and even if they exchanged head-on fire with more than a dozen special forces led by Beckett, they would not be at a disadvantage.

Logan pulled out his pistol and signaled the two mercenaries who followed him to look forward to the barracks gate behind the truck.

When another mercenary went around to the left of the truck, Logan took another step and walked carefully to the back of the truck.

In the military camp, the only suspicious thing is the container truck whose engine has not yet been shut down.

Could it be that Beckett and the others hid in the truck?

Logan smiled coldly. The thin iron plate in the cargo box could not even be blocked by the pistol bullets, and he hid inside and waited for death.

After letting the mercenaries standing opposite illuminate the cargo box with a flashlight, Logan quickly glanced inside the cargo box and then shrank back.

There was no one inside, only one item of goods.

No, I seem to have seen it somewhere.

Logan was shocked. The cargo was the electric turbo accelerator in the photo provided by Pamer. It was just not exactly the same, it seemed that there was a part of it.

After hesitating for a moment, Logan glanced into the cargo box again.

He saw no electric turbo accelerator, but a ball of orange-red flame and the blue light that followed.

In an instant, the mountains swayed and the light blue fireball swallowed up the bodies of twenty mercenaries including Logan and more than a dozen US special forces. The shock wave was wrapped in dust and auto parts and quickly swept across the entire Hoshiapur military camp and claimed the lives of thousands of Indian soldiers.

As the fireball gradually faded, the two figures disappeared behind the hillside to the west.

damn it*

It will be released on October 1st, and I request monthly tickets for October and beg for recommendations and collections!

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Chapter completed!