The cargo plane of China International Cargo flew in Afghan airspace, on a southwest route, with a flight altitude of 11 kilometers and a cruising speed of Mach 0.9.
The air in the stratosphere is thin and cold. Half an hour before parachuting, the commandos put on oxygen masks to eliminate nitrogen from the body. The red light came on, the cabin began to depressurize, and the cargo door at the rear of the left wing slowly opened under the push of a hydraulic drive rod.
, soldiers began to line up to wait for parachuting.
The route and the target do not overlap. In order not to arouse suspicion, the aircraft will not deviate from the route or lower its altitude. The soldiers must use paragliders to fly to the target and land on their own. They have practiced this kind of high-altitude skydiving countless times. It is freezing outside the cabin.
Cold winds and altitudes of 10,000 meters are commonplace for them.
Thirty soldiers jumped out of the cabin and fell in free fall. They all wore one-piece cold-proof suits and closed helmet oxygen masks. When they fell to an altitude of 5,000 meters, the soldiers opened their paragliders, and the air flowed from the nylon
The front end of the parafoil pours in, forcing each air chamber to inflate and open into a bladder shape to keep the parafoil in a low aspect ratio airfoil without a rigid frame. This ensures that it can glide forty-five kilometers without wind. As for landing,
With technology, the paratroopers of T Troop can be accurate to the centimeter level.
Cheng Weiguo skillfully controlled the paraglider and flew forward, maintaining an appropriate safe distance from his comrades. After almost cruel training, his mentality was completely different from that of ordinary army soldiers. In the eyes of the members of T Troop, the company's *** reconnaissance
The brigade is all ordinary soldiers. They are high-minded, free and loose, and have no military style. Of course, this is just Cheng Weiguo's first impression as a newcomer. The more you get to know this unit, the more you will fall in love with this group of people.
They are true soldiers because they are ready to die at any time.
Before departure, Cheng Weiguo wrote a suicide note in accordance with the leadership's requirements, but he knew that if he died unfortunately, this suicide note would probably not be sent home. Instead, it would be a standard martyr's notice signed by the head of the 38th Army. The cause of his death would also be
It will become an unfortunate death during training, rather than a secret that cannot be disclosed such as death in combat overseas.
Including captain Luo Han, the organizational relationship of every T Troop member is still retained in the original unit, and their salary and benefits are the same as before. There is no such designation as T Troop in the establishment of the Chinese People's Liberation Army.
With the vast mountains under his feet and the howling cold wind in his ears, Cheng Weiguo thought of his father who died in the jungle of Myanmar, and a surge of pride and ambition surged into his heart. Dad, the furry boy will not embarrass you!
At the air traffic control center in Kabul, everything on the radar screen was normal, and the staff were casually drinking black tea, eating late-night snacks, and chatting about yesterday's cricket match.
At the Urumqi command center, Major General Ye Tang received an encrypted message from the cargo plane. The mountain eagle is soaring!
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Liu Handong looked at the proposed launch pad made of mounds of earth and was amazed. Abdul was definitely not a simple old Pashtun man. Maybe this old guy was a former instructor of the Afghan government army, or a guerrilla expert trained by the CIA.
"So, is this alarm clock a timing device? It will be launched after we enter the combat position, and then we will go up and sweep them all to kill them all." Liu Handong couldn't wait any longer.
The power of three 107mm rockets cannot be underestimated. They were fired by a mortar company. It was already late at night. The terrorists, who had little entertainment, must have fallen asleep after a hard day of training. They
The earthen house they live in has no bulletproof capabilities. After a bombing, at least a hundred or ten people can be killed. Then it is possible to rush up and shoot them with automatic rifles and throw a few grenades to wipe them all out.
But the old man Abdul shook his head: "No, of course not. We retreat now, and the rockets will be launched automatically in twenty minutes. This will ensure that we will not be overtaken."
"Then what?" Liu Handong was a little dumbfounded, but he didn't give up.
"Then we go back to the village, and you go to Kabul, and that's it." The old man was very calm, winding the wire in his hand and placing a Chinese-made directional mine near the launcher. The old guy was secretive and could guess that the terrorists would definitely
Come and check out the launch site and then attack them.
"But... the great revenge has not been avenged." Liu Handong said.
Abdul looked at him: "Child, three rockets can kill a lot of people. We don't need and don't have the ability to kill everyone in the camp. They are not lambs to be slaughtered. We only have three people. Fighting
The competition is about will and training, but more people and more guns are enough to offset these advantages. No special forces can fight against soldiers several times more than itself, not even you, me, Ahmed."
Liu Handong was speechless. Everything Abdul said was true. The opponent was not weak. Otherwise, Hassan and his men would not have been destroyed. He had also witnessed the behavior of these traitors, killing people without blinking an eye.
Bloody cruelty, coupled with fanatical and extreme religious beliefs, the combat effectiveness will definitely not be bad. Attacking them with rockets is the best choice. Attacking alone is a fool's errand.
However, the terrorists who suffered heavy losses will inevitably vent their anger on the hostages. Tang Jianjun and Fat Chef are not far away from death. Thinking of this makes Liu Handong extremely tortured. He is unable to rescue his compatriots right in front of him. A deep sense of frustration and powerlessness fills his heart and rationality.
Tell him that there is nothing wrong with doing this, it is not cowardly, and no one will blame you.
There is a group photo on the table in Tang Jianjun's office. In the photo, it is Mr. Tang's family. Between the couple is their seven or eight-year-old daughter. The little girl is smiling brightly. She may be sleeping soundly at home at this moment, but she doesn't know that her father is about to
Killed by bad guys.
"I have to do something." Liu Handong said to himself.
Abdul set up the directional mine and called Ahmed and Liu Handong to evacuate.
"You go," Liu Handong said, "I want to save my compatriots."
"You will die. You will die together, and no one can save you." Abdul said.
"I want to save my compatriots." Liu Handong repeated.
Knowing that he had made up his mind, the old man nodded, picked up the Lee Enfield rifle, turned around and left.
Ahmed looked at Liu Handong with some hesitation, and he could see that the young man also wanted to stay and fight.
"Ahmed!" Abdul shouted sharply.
The young man left in a hurry and said to Liu Handong before leaving: "Allah bless you."
Liu Handong checked the equipment for the last time, picked up the Type 63 automatic rifle, and carried the wave sand down the mountain. Ahmed walked dozens of steps away, looked back at the lonely figure, and asked his grandfather: "Is he a brave mountain eagle?"
Without turning around, Abdul said: "No, boy, he is a stupid and stubborn donkey."
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Aishan Abdulkhalik is a Kashgar native with a bachelor's degree from Nationalities University. He is a wanted criminal of the Ministry of Public Security. He is also the director of the East Turkestan Organization's training camp in Afghanistan.
There are more than 300 people in the training camp, most of whom are young people smuggled from China. Southern Xinjiang is barren and backward, and life is difficult. There is a market for extremist religious ideas. These compatriots who have not even graduated from elementary school can convince them with a few words.
Become a murderous demon.
In order to train these newcomers, Aishan worked hard and came up with many tricks to enhance their combat effectiveness. In addition to instructors from China, they also hired veterans from Chechnya, Syria, Kashmir and Japan to teach them step by step.
How do young people who can't even tell the difference between left and right fight and kill people?
Some time ago, Aishan organized an operation. He traveled hundreds of miles and annihilated a Pashtun armed force that had a dispute with him. Pashtun people are very particular about blood revenge. If the enemy is not around, kill his brother. If there is no brother, kill him.
My whole family, this operation was a successful internship and exposed many new recruits to blood. Although more than a dozen people were killed or injured, the gains outweighed the losses because two Chinese hostages were accidentally obtained.
Aishan is preparing to use these two hostages to make a big news. He has always envied those seniors in the Middle East who would recite Allahu Akbar passionately in front of the camera while cutting off the heads of Americans with a knife.
The whole world was in an uproar, and the cause of terror reached a new level.
Now, he also has capital. Tang Jianjun is a senior manager of a Chinese-funded enterprise. If he is killed, the Chinese in Central Asia will be in disarray.
Aishan sent someone to send a video material to the Chinese Embassy in Afghanistan. He first proposed conditions to them, and then was forced to kill people when they were not met. In this way, he could also gain sympathy from Muslims around the world.
The only regret is that there is no network signal in the mountainous area. In order to avoid being tracked, all high-tech communication tools such as satellite phones, mobile phones, and radio stations are banned in the camp. This is the experience taught by ****. American technology is too advanced, and any
Electronic devices were all bugged and tracked by them. The secret of why I was able to escape for so long after the 9/11 incident was that I didn't use any electronic devices.
Ai Shan was thinking, people are going to be killed anyway, so why not shoot the video first, and then send someone to a place with network to transmit it to the Internet? Yes, that's it.
"Maimaiti, go and bring Tang Jianjun and prepare the camera and executioner," Ai Shan ordered.
The confidants followed the order and left. Ai Shan was meditating with his hands behind his back in front of the window. Suddenly, he suddenly had a whim, why not hold an emergency gathering at night so that the Balangzi could witness the beheading with their own eyes, which could train the team members' reaction ability and crisis awareness.
, and can also cultivate their bloodthirsty character.
Aishan was overjoyed at his intelligence. After Tang Jianjun arrived, he ordered: "Emergency gathering."
A shrill whistle sounded over the camp. A man stood on the roof, puffing out his cheeks and blowing the whistle desperately. The sleepy-eyed would-be terrorists came out of the barracks and caves in pairs and lined up in the open space.
Tang Jianjun knelt on the stage with five-flowered flowers tied up. Behind him was the star-and-moon flag, and in front of him was a thick tree pillar. A masked man was holding a sharp blade and was polishing it repeatedly on the oil stone in a leisurely manner. The camera was adjusting and the lights were being prepared. Tang Jianjun understood.
, his own death day has come.
More than 200 terrorists were inexplicably excited when they saw the beheading stage, and they were whispering among themselves. Their leader, Essan Abdulkhalik, stood in front of the stage with his chest raised and his belly raised. He was about to give a passionate speech when he suddenly became confused.
He raised his head and looked at the horizon.
The terrorists standing in a square formation also looked to the sky with his gaze, and the three flames were extremely dazzling in the night sky.
No one could guess that these were two 1963-2 anti-personnel explosive grenades and a phosphorus-aluminum incendiary bomb that came to harvest lives.