The two of them controlled the parachute in tacit understanding and flew towards Miyajima.
When they got close to Miyajima, the altitude had dropped to 2,000 meters, and they met up with a noncommissioned officer named Jing Peng.
As a result, there are three people in the team.
The three parachutes lined up and flew towards the destination sea area.
The closer he got to Miyajima, the colder Fatty Wei felt in his heart.
He knew that this meant that if he couldn't meet anyone else before landing, it was very likely that something had happened to the team members who failed to meet up.
This is not a good sign.
Jing Peng jumped out of the pod in fourth place.
In other words, there are three team members between him and Jing Peng, and so far they have only met one He Ming, and there is no news about the other two.
If you lose your way in the endless Pacific Ocean, there is a high probability of death waiting for you.
What made Fatty Wei most uneasy was Lao Cen, the team leader.
Lao Cen was the first to lead the team out of the cabin, and I haven't seen him yet.
Could it be that something happened to the old man who led the team?
When he thought of this, Fatty Wei felt an inexplicable sense of sadness in his heart.
It's just that now is not the time to have personal emotions.
For members of the special forces, any death or sacrifice of teammates must suppress their emotions. No matter what, they must do it after completing the mission.
When they landed at 1,000 meters, Fatty Wei sent out a series of signals to Jingpeng and He Ming, asking them if they had discovered anything.
The answer from both of them was no.
Fatty Wei could only send a signal to tell the two people in front not to think about anything. The task was more important than anything else. Even if there were three people left, they had to carry out this important task.
There are 10 people in a detachment, 9 of whom are from the Naval Special Forces and 1 is from the 203rd Unit.
Fatty Wei has the highest military rank among everyone except Lao Cen, and is also the commander of the detachment.
He must appease He Ming and Jing Peng's emotions.
What comforts him most at the moment is that in order to ensure communication security during this mission, five people carried radios, and he has one on him.
At least having a radio station means there is hope and foundation for completing the mission.
Once the radio station is lost, the operation is completely over.
The team has been flying for nearly two days. At this time, no one knows what the situation is in the direction of Liuqiu and Green Island.
At this time, everyone's communications cannot be opened, and no one knows how far the confrontation between red and blue has advanced.
At least before departure, the entire occupation is very detrimental to the red side.
at this time……
Maybe a war has already started...
Three huge parachutes continued to glide silently in the dark night.
Miyajima is getting closer.
When the starlight navigation system informed that it was approaching the target sea area, Jingpeng, who was flying at the front, used an IR light to type out a string of Morse code——
"We are approaching the target sea area, ready to land!"
Landing is also a hell gate!
Fatty Wei took a deep breath, checked the quick-release device of the pressurized suit, and then checked the man-bag separation device.
I lowered my head and looked at my feet. It was completely dark, and it should be some distance away from the sea.
Although there is no light here, you can see the sea clearly with the help of the night vision device in the helmet.
What a lonely sea.
It is boundless and makes people feel a kind of fear of self-insignificance.
And that unfathomable sea water is also sea water that can kill people.
Just when Fatty Wei thought that only three people in this mission could finally reach the designated target sea area, he suddenly saw a cluster of red light appearing on the sea in the distance.
Another IR light!
"Someone!"
He almost screamed.
As the commander of a special forces unit, he shouldn't have been so excited.
But for some reason, Fatty Wei was really excited at this time.
At least, seeing one more IR light means that one more team member has reached the designated area, which means that the survival probability of one more person is greatly improved.
In fact, Fatty Wei also knew that the Operation Command and himself had also considered the problem of not being able to reach the same place after parachuting, or the problem of deviation.
When formulating the infiltration plan, Li Zheng told him that if they could arrive at Miyajima on time, guide the missiles to destroy the facilities on the island within the period, and escape the pursuit of the Blue Army special forces and garrison troops on the island, then their only chance would be
His only chance of survival is to use satellite thrusters to escape from the pirates and find his life raft hidden on the nearby sea again.
What the members of the special team can do after finding the life raft is to stay on the life raft and use the food on them to survive for at least five days.
Five days later.
According to Li Zheng's idea, after Miyajima was destroyed and the blue side lost its support point, the purple side would also take the opportunity to launch an attack on the yellow side from the direction of the four islands, forcing all the blue troops in the yellow zone to retreat.
If there are no accidents, after five days, the red side's Beidou system will restore at least 30% of its functions, supporting positioning and navigation in the Western Pacific theater without any problems.
If the blue team has not been able to capture the green zone by then and establish a new support point.
At this time, the three major aircraft carrier strike groups will be forced to retreat to the East Pacific, or re-establish a forward base at the military port on Pearl Island.
At that time, West Tai will be safe and everything will fall into the hands of the red side.
Once the situation develops to this point, all the blue side can do is cease-fire negotiations.
Otherwise, the fate of destruction waiting for the military forces deployed by the Blue Army in the Western Pacific will be there.
As long as the red side's military power controls the entire Western Pacific, the submarines and ships deployed near the N Sea will immediately go to the waters near Miyajima to look for members of the special forces drifting in the ocean.
It sounds like the whole plan is feasible.
After all, each team member has a signal transmitting device on his body. If the blue army's maritime power withdraws from the Western Pacific, it means that the red team's ships, submarines and air power can go to this area to conduct large-scale search and rescue.
The electronic reconnaissance ship can detect the distress signal sent by the team members' life rafts within a range of hundreds of miles, and it is not difficult to find them.
But the success or failure of the entire search and rescue plan depends on whether the red side's military counterattack can be successful. The key to the success of the red side's counterattack lies in whether the infiltration team can guide the red side's ballistic missiles to accurately destroy the blue side's Miyajima base.
All critical facilities.
This is a closed loop.
Linked together.
If one link is broken, then Fatty Wei and the others will only die.
Unless you can row a rubber boat out of the waters within 300 kilometers of Miyajima Island, or directly row a rubber boat one or two thousand kilometers into the N Sea or the east coast of the Green Zone.
Of course, this possibility is almost zero.
Before the team set off, they were all prepared to sacrifice themselves. No one thought they could come back alive.
Even Fatty Wei has the same idea. As long as he can complete the task, that's fine. Personal life matters, it doesn't matter.
Anyway, I have always wanted to enter the ancestral hall and eat the incense sticks.
If you can accomplish such a big thing, you will definitely get the first pillar of incense!
Just as I was thinking about it, the altimeter issued a warning.
It has reached a height of 300 meters.
Fatty Wei concentrated his attention, grabbing the release control rope of the pressurized suit with one hand, and holding the release ropes of the equipment bag and survival kit with the other hand.
He stared at the water, ready to separate before implementation.