"Report, report!" Someone suddenly shouted outside the tent, and the two soldiers guarding the curtain inside the tent tightened their guns and increased their vigilance.
"What's the matter? Just say it at the door!" Lawrence didn't want a little person to come in and disturb them.
"My, our helicopter was shot down." [..com]
The voice of the person outside the door was breathless. It was obvious that he had just received the news and ran over to report it.
For Afghanistan, where only automatic rifles, grenades, RPGs and some small-caliber mortars are the main equipment, there are not even decent large weapons. Having a helicopter, even if it is civilian, with a heavy machine gun hung on the hatch,
They are already very luxurious lineups, usually used as the secret weapon to keep the bottom of the box.
The news that the helicopter had been shot down was enough to cause an uproar in the camp.
"What was shot down? Why were you so careless? Do the people in the valley have anti-aircraft missiles?"
Lawrence frowned. Even if the helicopter was civilian, it was not a cheap toy. He didn’t know how many AK-47s could be replaced. Moreover, the only air power that could exert a comprehensive suppressive effect was eliminated so quickly.
, obviously something beyond his expectation.
"No, no, no, the helicopter was not shot down by anti-aircraft weapons, but by fighter jets."
Like a stone dropped into a pond, it stirred up thousands of waves. The leaders in the tent jumped up in shock, and their chairs were overturned to the ground.
Fighter?! This is such a distant thing.
In the minds of these Afghans and militants roaming in neighboring countries, only the United States, China, Russia and some powerful European countries can possess and have the ability to release air combat weapons for use in other countries and regions, but they can actually appear in such a place.
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And it is still helping those civilians who have almost nothing. How can they have such a big background and actually own a fighter jet? There is simply no more terrible news than this.
Many people have been attacked by aircraft, even some Afghans, especially members of the Taliban. American fighter jets have come, British fighter jets have come, and Soviet fighter jets have come. These people have personally experienced the impact of fighter jets on the battlefield.
can play a huge role.
Helicopters are nothing. Even armed helicopters may not be able to compete with professional high-speed fighter jets. With high speed and high firepower, as long as they have enough ammunition, even one fighter jet can completely wipe out hundreds of them without any damage.
The expressions of many people in the tent changed. The high lethality brought by high-tech weapons left an indelible impression on them.
"How is that possible? Is there an airport in the valley? You! Come in and talk."
Lawrence's usually calm temperament finally lost his former calmness. How could something like this happen? He had a premonition that the situation was getting out of control.
"Yes! Yes!" A guy wearing a Russian military uniform walked in obediently. These were all miscellaneous troops. It was impossible to have standard military uniforms. I don't know where the military uniforms were stolen from. They were dirty and old.
According to all the gathered intelligence, the people in the valley are just some civilians and mercenaries, not even serious paramilitary organizations. They are mostly farmers, herdsmen, blacksmiths, barefoot doctors and some teachers.
Their background and highest education level will not exceed high school.
What's more, a high-tech weapon like a fighter jet requires maintenance, personnel, equipment, money, and space. The requirements are astonishingly high.
Where can I find pilots, where can I find mechanics, as well as electronic engineers, communications personnel, and logistics personnel? It’s a shitty place like this. These people who can live a comfortable life in a foreign country and earn high wages will come here.
A place to settle down?!
If that were the case, this world would be too absurd.
If they really had such strength, these people would still need to move all the way. Selling their planes would be enough for them to recruit troops and occupy a large area of land, turning it into their own comfort zone.
If it was an air force base set up by other forces here, then Lawrence's expression immediately changed, and he no longer dared to imagine it.
With so many hundreds of miscellaneous soldiers, even if there is another zero at the end, it is not enough for the other side to deal with them. Leading people to attack this air force base by yourself is almost the same as seeking death.
The two "Stryker" wheeled armored vehicles that suddenly disappeared last night and no trace of them, as well as the powerful shock bombs, yes, that must be the case. There must be some powerful and large organization setting up operations here.
It is a secret base, and those civilians who have traveled thousands of miles probably have some relationship with this base, or are acquaintances.
If this is the case, everything that happened can be explained.
The leaders watched with their own eyes as the white man's expression changed again and again, as if he had guessed something terrible, and their expressions also became very ugly.
"What kind of plane is the other party? Have you seen it clearly? Are there any markings on it?"
Laurence asked again. He needed to determine what kind of force the other party belonged to before he could prescribe the right medicine, hoping it wouldn't make things too rigid.
Lawrence guessed that there was already an owner in the valley.
Before the situation worsened out of control, Lawrence had the intention to stop the attack and withdraw his troops. The opponent was so powerful and had fighter jets, which meant that people like him were no longer able to deal with it.
The best way to protect yourself is to evacuate in time before the opponent counterattacks. If necessary, you will not hesitate to sacrifice a few unlucky people to calm the opponent's anger.
Just as Lawrence's eyes were searching among these leaders for an unlucky guy who could be used as a scapegoat, the guy who came to report stammered: "It's a silver-gray plane without any markings. There's a sign on the front of the nose.
Propellers, not jets."
"what? What!"
Lawrence's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it. There was a propeller on the nose of the plane, not a jet engine. What kind of plane was this?
The facts told by the person who came to report completely overturned his speculation. It was completely impossible to reason with common sense. How could it be an old-fashioned propeller fighter aircraft? Could it be a training aircraft? This tangled thought made Lawrence feel for the first time.
Big in the end.
How old is this, and there are still people equipped with such aircraft? It is simply incomparable.
Whether there is a sign or not, you can only know if you see it with your own eyes. Lawrence doesn't really believe what the reporter says. If there is any chance that he offends a big force, then he will be in trouble.
"Well, yes, it's a very old-fashioned aircraft. It doesn't look like the United States, Russia, or China. There are machine guns on both sides of the wings. I can confirm that it should be a fighter jet."
The guy said cautiously, while observing Lawrence's face, fearing that if he said something wrong, he would be dragged out for target practice.
Lawrence was about to ask a few more questions when he suddenly heard a roar from outside, people kept shouting in the camp, and the originally orderly camp began to become faintly commotion.
"Plane! There is a plane!"
"I saw it, I saw it, it's in the east!"
Some people shouted towards the sky, and those with telescopes directly raised their telescopes. More people stood there helplessly, covering their foreheads from the sun with their foreheads and looking at a small black spot that appeared in the sky, getting closer and closer.
, and it is becoming clearer and clearer.
"It's coming so soon!" Lawrence's heart skipped a beat. He waved his hand and went out to take a look. At the same time, he said to the guy who came to report: "Convey my order. All the machine guns are pointed at the sky, but there is no mine."
Order, no one is allowed to fire, this is an order, if anyone fires without permission, I will hang him with my own hands."
"Yes, yes, yes!" The guy who came to report bowed and quickly retreated. There were all big shots here, including Mr. Lawrence and the leaders of big organizations. He stood here alone, expressing that he was under a lot of pressure.
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Lawrence took the lead and walked out first. The leaders in the tent looked at each other and immediately followed him out.
"What's going on? Isn't there no one in the valley? How can there be a military base in this place? There's not even a road."
"Yes, can this group of untouchables get help?"
"It's hard to say. It's hard to say. If we encounter someone powerful, we don't know whether we can escape unscathed."
"Crasus, you have always been smart, help us analyze it!"
"Yes, yes, we are all rough and have never read a book. You have lived abroad for a few years and are more knowledgeable than us. Let's talk about it."
"Well, don't blame me for talking nonsense. Anyway, I just guessed like this. I guess there must be something wrong. There are probably other big organizations that are interested in this place and are trying to compete with us. Maybe they got the news too late.
We only have time to send a few people over, the large army will arrive soon."
"It's possible. Hey, look, that plane is flying over. What model is it? It looks so thick. It's completely different from a jet..."
"Lend me the telescope and let me take a look! It looks like I've seen it somewhere. It's a fighter jet, but the model is a bit too old."
"It's 'Mustang'!"
While the leaders were whispering outside the tent, Lawrence, who had snatched a telescope from somewhere, said coldly.
The leaders of various organizations turned their gazes to Lawrence in confusion. He sneered, "The P-51 Mustang piston fighter was the best fighter in World War II. I really don't know what they are."
It’s an old antique that I dug out somewhere.”
Through the telescope, he could clearly see the very close fighter jet in the sky. Because it could not even reach subsonic speed, the sound arrived much earlier than the plane, so the people in the camp could watch it in groups.
Lawrence felt a little more relaxed.
The three-no fighter jets with no markings, no wingmen, and no borrowing from the country are not the training aircraft of a powerful organization as expected. They are more like mercenaries found at a high cost. They are not even military personnel.
, I guess he is a flying enthusiast at most.
He sneered, clapped his hands, pointed at the plane and said, "Shoot it down for me!"
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