With a snap, the lights turned on again. Zhou Hongye still turned to look at Chen Cao. Now, he was indeed powerless because he couldn't move. Even if he could move, he would still be powerless in the end. At least, he was in this claustrophobic place.
In this environment, using the knowledge I learned in 0611, I simply can’t figure out how to get out.
Now, Chen Cao seemed to be a little excited. He took advantage of the time of waiting for the light to quickly walk to the few soldiers he had killed, picked up the weapons in their hands, and then, with a clatter, his hands intertwined, tore them apart.
It became bits and pieces of parts, placed side by side.
"Brother Chen, what are you doing?" Zhou Hongye, who was lying on the table, asked in confusion. He didn't think that in this life-and-death situation, Chen Cao would still be in the mood to play with the disassembly and combination of firearms.
Chen Cao pointed at the parts towards the light and said with a weird smile: "You will know later, no matter how little fox you are, you can't come up with such a fun thing!"
After he finished speaking, without even answering, he took advantage of the light to assemble the parts one by one.
At this time, the lights went out again with a snap, and in the darkness, Chen Cao seemed to be left with only crackling sounds.
Outside the 2nd Mountain Division command vehicle, a row of fully armed Allied soldiers has taken up position.
Colonel Ian stood in front of them. At this time, he no longer looked like a defeated general. He was wearing a brand new desert digital camouflage uniform and stared at the dozen marines.
Not far away, artillery fire and gunfire have become increasingly intensive, and firelight flashes from time to time, constantly exposing the coordinates reported by military intelligence officers.
It can be seen from the intensity of artillery fire that the war has fallen into a stalemate.
In front of Major Ian, the fighting Marines did not move at all.
Because, in their eyes, the major in front of them was different from ordinary conventional force commanders. After graduating from the prestigious Mainz Military Academy, he went directly to the country's top Marine Corps for training, and was personally named by General Conrad.
He was sent to the troops of Major General Harris, his direct descendant of the Second Mountain Division, and Harris was not only his superior, but also his teacher.
Of course, this is just his superficial glory. What caught the attention of the soldiers was his achievements. Since arriving at Audelu, this young major has participated in a total of 100 military operations, both large and small, and all of them were successfully completed with low casualties.
, he is a sword for the Second Mountain Division and even the Allied forces on land, and in this hundredth battle, he only lost once, and that was the action a few hours ago.
Now, this warrior who had just crawled back from hell was standing in front of them again. Why on earth was this!
Now, the army soldiers are all muttering about what mission Major Ian wants to do after he urgently mobilized them back from the Allied front lines and equipped them with mountain and desert equipment.
"Comrades, unfortunately, just a few hours ago, we experienced a tragic defeat. We lost hundreds of comrades!" When Ian spoke, all the soldiers lowered their heads. This was
Mainz suffered its first defeat in decades after the World War. The lessons learned this time were so painful that the Mainz Democratic Federal Army, known as the "world police", would probably have no face at all.
Apart from the sound of gunfire in the distance, the scene was so quiet that one could hear everyone's heartbeat.
Ian looked around at the soldiers in front of him and his eyes widened: "I know, now, you must be complaining about how I transferred you back from the front line instead of letting you avenge your brothers. I also complain about why I can't go to the front line.
But after I introduced the division commander’s order, I stopped complaining because I already knew the greatness of this mission!”
All the soldiers raised their heads and stared at the commander in front of them. They had been attracted by the word "great".
Without any more nonsense, Ian took out a mobile phone-like locator, lightly pressed it on the screen, and then said: "The mission has been sent to the email of your individual soldier system. Now, I give you three minutes."
Take a clear look at the people above, then find them and kill them. Now, move around freely and gather to board the plane in five minutes!"
The soldiers immediately took out the locators in their hands. When they looked at the locators in their hands, their faces turned red.
Yes, revenge, how to take revenge, kill terrorists! No, no, no! If you want the pleasure of revenge, what can be more satisfying than killing the leaders of the terrorist organization, Sebastian and Alfred!
The armed helicopter began to circle with its propellers. Escorted by two stealth bombers and two unmanned attack bombers, it flew into the sky and quickly disappeared into the night sky filled with artillery fire.
In the command car, the sound of beeping signals and beeps was still heard.
Major General Harris looked at the helicopter hovering in the sky and pressed the button of the phone.
In the video, the snow-white-haired Admiral Conrad seems to have aged a lot.
"Teacher, Ian's special operations team has already set off!" Major General Harris said.
"These are special operations elites. I'm really reluctant to ask them to go deep into the hinterland and take risks!" Conrad lit the match with a click and smoked his pipe.
"If they have not experienced real death, they will never be considered a qualified warrior!" Harris lit up the cigarette and took a deep drag. Under the smoke, his eyes were already gray.
General Conrad put down his cigarette holder: "Yes, this is a military mission, and it is also a political mission. Otherwise, it will be difficult for the president to explain anything in the parliament. We have to get ahead of other countries' armies. Now the outcome of the war has been lost."
It’s suspenseful, but Alfred and Sebastian must die in the hands of Mainz, otherwise it will affect the presidential re-election. Those politicians sitting in the background are waiting to see the show!"
"Humph, a bunch of ignorant politicians who don't understand war at all!" Harris shook off his cigarette butt and said coldly.
"Public opinion still has to support them. Now it's up to Ian and the others. I have informed the Ministry of Intelligence to support them!" Admiral Conrad's eyes suddenly flashed.
"Intelligence Department! Isn't it already on the front line?" Harris asked doubtfully.
Admiral Conrad suddenly smiled strangely and said: "It is our secret power on the battlefield. I think you must not have imagined it!"
When Chen Cao turned on the lights again, he had completed his masterpiece.
The barrel of the gun has been extended infinitely and is directly connected to the iron door. Various parts are intertwined together, like a robot half a man tall. The claws made of the gun handles of the limbs are lying on the ground, and the nose is stretched out.
The old man, and the tube made of gun barrels at the other end was facing the table where Zhou Hongye was lying.
Zhou Hongye looked at Chen Cao's masterpiece and was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't help but turned his head and asked: "What are you..."
Chen Caojiang walked to the table without answering. He stretched out his hand to lift Zhou Hongye down, leaned him against the wall, stared at the light for a while, and said to himself: "It seems there are not enough parts!" After that,
Immediately, he moved another corpse onto the stage, held his hand on the barrel of the gun, then stood on the stage, pulled off his robe, cut it into strips with a machete, and connected them together.
After doing this, the light went out again.
Chen Cao touched the darkness, connected the rope made of robe strips to the shelf made of spare parts, and then tested the length.
In the darkness, Zhou Hongye only felt that Chen Cao was counting silently: "1, 2, 3,..."
Then, the light came on again, and Chen Cao was already standing by the stage.
"What on earth are you trying to fix? Don't you have claustrophobia or something like that? Are you crazy?" Zhou Hongye said.
Facing Zhou Hongye's doubts, Chen Cao still ignored it, directly picked up the sharp scimitar, swiped it, and knocked down the light. The surrounding area suddenly fell into darkness.
In the darkness, Zhou Hongye only felt figures flickering. He knew that there were only two living people in this claustrophobic space. Except for himself, who could not move, that was Chen Cao.
At this time, he suddenly felt that Chen Cao had returned to him, counting silently: "1, 2, 3,..."
Then, Zhou Hongye only heard a snapping sound, and there was an electric light on the platform not far away. He opened his eyes wide and watched as a powerful current went directly along the barrel of the gun, like a laser, spraying on the iron door, emitting
There was a snapping sound.
At this time, Zhou Hongye also felt that the iron door was opened by the electric current. Although it was only a small crack, it was enough for Zhou Hongye, who had been in this room of less than ten square meters for many days, to hear that
Got a breath of fresh air.
It turned out that Chen Cao wanted to use electric current to open the door. The voltage of this lamp was unstable, turning on and off. In other words, the electric current also fluctuated. According to the principle of electric current, the first electric current is often smaller than the electric current.
The current, which was stronger in the past and came and went, also created a natural switch for Chen Cao and gave him time to prepare the switch.
At this moment, Zhou Hongye felt Chen Cao's body move, and another strong current hit the iron door along the barrel, and then he felt a burning smell.
Zhou Hongye is not stupid. He also knows this simple profession. At this time, the smell of a corpse being clicked and burned. Due to the insufficient length of the parts, Chen Cao could not connect the wire on the table, so he could only use the wire that had just been moved to the table.
The corpse serves as a conductor.
However, such a simple clicking principle was learned and used by Chen Cao to such an extent. How on earth does this guy have such a long head!
The gap in the iron door, after two powerful current shocks and the intentional control of the rope in Chen Cao's hand, had been rolled up, forming a crack half a meter long.
Chen Cao still held the rope in his hand and murmured to himself: "It doesn't look very thick, but the corpse can't bear it. If it doesn't work again, then we will have to take the risk to move another corpse.
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At this time, even Zhou Hongye tensed up his body and held his breath. He knew that the body had been scorched and its electrical conductivity would be much worse. If another body had to be moved up, if the time could not be controlled well, the current would
When it suddenly surged up, Chen Cao was the only one who was scorched!