The surroundings suddenly became pitch black, and Chen Cao suddenly felt uncomfortable with the darkness. He tensed up, clenched the scimitar in his hand, and pressed his body tightly against the cold wall.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that he found that there was nothing unusual except for the bloody smell coming from the corpse. Then he slowly pressed against the wall and walked slowly to the operating table where Zhou Hongye was lying, relying on his feeling.
"Zhou Hongye, are you okay?" Chen Cao found that Zhou Hongye did not make any breathing sound in these few minutes.
"I'm fine, sudden power outages often happen here!" Zhou Hongye said softly.
Chen Cao said: "How is your injury now?"
In the darkness, Zhou Hongye's gentle laughter came: "It can still be like this. These people's methods are nothing more than some tiger stools, pepper water, and then mixed with some new things. They have already been trained in intelligence training in school.
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"You boy, you really know how to enjoy it. I can't even play with it even if I want to!" Chen Cao said while reaching out and pressing Zhou Hongye's body gently.
"Brother Chen, what are you doing!" Zhou Hongye didn't understand what Chen Cao was doing.
Chen Cao ignored it, but kept groping around Zhou Hongye's body from head to toe. Zhou Hongye's whole body trembled as he touched him. If he hadn't been unable to move, he would have jumped up long ago.
"Well, except for a few broken ribs, which have been restored, and the severed hand tendons and hamstrings, there is nothing else!" Chen Cao, like an old Chinese medicine doctor, put his hand on Zhou Hongye's wrist to feel the pulse: "Look
Come on, they gave you glucose and you went on a hunger strike, this is not bad!"
Zhou Hongye couldn't help but said in a weak voice: "Did you go to study Chinese medicine this year and still take your pulse?"
Chen Cao laughed and said, "This is called having many arts without weighing you down!"
After saying that, Chen Cao put down Zhou Hongye's arm and took a long breath: "Except for your kidneys being a little weak, everything else is normal. It seems that there will be no problem in taking you out. You kid, you have been doing a lot of work in intelligence in the past few years.
Departments, work and entertainment are all delayed!"
Zhou Hongye couldn't help but move his body and quickly changed the subject: "You still want to take me out? Do you know where this place is? I have never thought about leaving since I was arrested!"
At this moment, there was a snap, the lights flashed and hissed, and they buzzed on.
Chen Cao looked at the dim light: "There's a call!"
"I told you, the voltage here is very unstable and there are frequent power outages!" Zhou Hongye turned his head with difficulty and looked at Chen Cao and said.
Chen Cao thought for a moment and said: "It seems that they don't want to control us. Resources here are in short supply!"
Zhou Hongye couldn't deny it, curled his lips, and brought the topic to the point: "I really never thought that Yu Hongxiu was a traitor!"
"It's too early to draw conclusions now. We won't know until we go out and investigate!" Chen Cao rejected Zhou Hongye's conclusion. He turned around and looked at the corpses of the soldiers. He was surprised to find that in addition to the firearms in their hands, these soldiers had
He didn't have any equipment on him.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Cao opened the magazines on their firearms and found that they were empty!
"Subastin made it clear that he wanted these people to die, so what was his intention in doing this?"
Chen Cao thought secretly, but found that the lights went out again.
The surroundings became pitch black again, and Chen Cao continued to grope slowly in the darkness. It seemed that if he wanted to go out, it would be absolutely impossible to ask Xi Basting to open the door by himself. But if he wanted to go out now, he had to open the iron door.
However, now, except for the scimitar and these firearms in his hands, there were no tools at all. Chen Cao relied on the memory of just turning on the light and walked to the iron door before entering. He stretched out his hand and slowly probed, and found that...
There are no gaps at all.
"The person who built the door is a master, and he didn't even leave any gaps!" Chen Cao thought to himself, but no matter how difficult it is to open the door, there will always be some loopholes, and at this moment, the light came on again
Chen Cao couldn't help but turned around and glanced at Zhou Hongye, because, although after the test just now, Zhou Hongye's hand and leg tendons were severed, and it seemed that he could not move, but now that the enemy can't distinguish between ourselves and the enemy,
It is better to be careful. After all, Chen Diwen and the others' lives are in their own hands now. If they are alive, they will be safer. If they die in this space of more than ten square meters, then they will definitely die next.
undoubtedly.
Zhou Hongye still turned his head indifferently and looked at Chen Cao, but didn't say much. He obviously didn't want to disturb Chen Cao's thoughts. He knew that Chen Cao must be thinking about an escape route at this time, although he was already a little desperate.
, However, being desperate yourself does not mean destroying the hope of others, that is the real despair.
Seeing that Zhou Hongye didn't make any move, Chen Cao felt relieved. Suddenly he looked at the lamp, his heart lit up, and he thought: "Why didn't I think of that?"
There was a sensation, as a signal bomb was launched into the sky, lighting up the quiet night of the desert. The red signal bomb also illuminated the stern face of General Conrad.
At this time, in the command vehicle, the intelligence personnel around him were busy running around, and the ticking intelligence signals continued to be transmitted.
After more than an hour of consultation with the commanders of the Allied forces, the battle plan called "Kill" was deployed and implemented. Within this more than an hour, all the air force, army, and marine soldiers gathered and concentrated
After watching the video data of the failed battle and the evil deeds of terrorists transmitted by satellite just today, the soldiers were inspired to be excited and angry, and they were all gearing up.
General Conrad raised his head, looked at the emergency battle group taking off in the sky, and said to the staff officer standing respectfully beside him: "Get me the new mountain division headquarters!"
"Yes, sir!" The staff officer quickly connected to the 2nd Mountain Division headquarters via satellite phone.
And over there, the voice of Harris, the commander of the Xinshan District Second Division, soon came: "Sir, what are your instructions!"
Conrad held the phone and didn't say much to his favorite general. He just said lightly: "My command vehicle is right behind you!"
Harris was silent for a while and then said decisively: "Don't worry, sir!"
After hanging up the phone, Conrad didn't say much. He just touched a handful of white hair on his forehead, looked at the unclear sky that was covered by airplanes, listened to the roar of combat weapons, and said to himself
: "It seems that anger is indeed the best and most advantageous weapon!"
At the mountain division headquarters ahead, Harris faced the electronic map on the sand table and thought hard.
His gun was placed on the table. As a general who had experienced hundreds of battles, he valued honor more than anything else. He would rather drink a bullet and commit suicide than accept the FBI to investigate him and then accept those comparisons.
There are also cruel experiments on white mice.
At this time, he was thinking deeply: "It is absolutely impossible for him to wipe out the jihadist organization at once within three days, unless Bastin's head enters the yellow sand and mobilizes all the underground troops to the surface.
Playing a head-on confrontation with the Allies, but is that possible? The most likely outcome now is to find the base of the jihadist organization and annihilate them in one fell swoop. This is the greatest outcome!"
"Why is there no news from the Military Intelligence Department!"
With a sensation, the bomber dropped the first aerial bomb, making a deafening sound. The battle had begun. Looking at the electronic map, red dots were added one by one, and crosses emerged one by one, which meant,
The military intelligence departments of various countries began to cooperate and launch operations.
They were quickly detecting the enemy's hidden hideouts.
But why is there no news from the headquarters of the jihadist organization? Looking at the time on his watch, Major General Harris frowned. He knew in his heart that a hundred such small terrorist dens were not as good as destroying the jihadist organization and killing Xi.
Bastin and Alfred, the main leader of the Jihad Alliance.
At this moment, obstructions and shouts came from outside.
"Why don't you let me participate in the battle? I am not injured and I can still command a battalion to participate in the battle!"
"Who is making so much noise outside!" Major General Harris's chaotic thoughts became even more chaotic when he was so disturbed, and he yelled angrily.
Reporting to the division commander, it is Major Ian! The guard next to him ran in and saluted with a military salute.
"Oh, let him in!" Harris' expression softened slightly. Ian was his student at the military academy. Like himself, he was a member of Conrad's main war faction. This was of course just a political factor.
What really impressed Harris was that this major, under heavy siege, actually led the remaining troops to defeat the enemy in a counter-breakout. With a death rate of one to five compared to the enemy, he actually persisted until reinforcements arrived, relying on his strength.
With this shown on the satellite TV, Harris's face felt a little brighter. At least compared to the other battalion, which was defeated by the terrorists' counterattack in just a few minutes, and then
It is much better to have the entire army wiped out by terrorists.
Major Ian did not wear a military cap. He was still wearing a camouflage uniform that smelled of blood, and his arms were still bandaged. At this time, he walked up to Harris, gave a standard military salute with his hands, and then spoke directly.
Said: "I want to know, Mr. Major General, as a member of the battle, why can't I participate in the battle!"
Harris faced the young major, patted him on the shoulder kindly and said: "Mr. Major, you are a hero. In the battle, the heroism and heroism of Mainz that you showed without fear of sacrifice have passed."
Satellite TV is transmitted to thousands of households in the country. You should have a good rest now and receive the country's highest honor medal!"
Major Ian shook his shoulders, pulled off the straps on his hands, then straightened his body, stared at his blue eyes and said loudly: "If this is an honor that is exchanged for the lives of brothers, I would rather
No, I want to participate in the battle now, please let me participate in the battle, even as a gunner, I want to avenge my brothers!"
Harris looked at the strong-minded professional soldier in front of him and couldn't help but straighten his body. Suddenly, a light flashed in his mind, and a thrilling plan gradually emerged. He said to Major Ian: "Okay, it is indeed me.
The soldiers brought out by Harris, now I will give you a task!"