An unmarked IL-76 transport plane quietly entered Afghanistan from Pakistani airspace, flying above the white clouds. Inside the huge arched belly, fifty or sixty people sat in two rows with their backs against the bulkhead, fully armed.
They were armed with live ammunition, all equipped with NATO standard equipment, and looking at their outfits, they looked like special forces of a certain NATO country. However, more than fifty people, without exception, had yellow skin, black hair, and eyes, and were of pure Asian race. They obviously had nothing to do with NATO.
There are no extra embellishments on the desert digital camouflage combat uniforms they wear, but one thing can be confirmed by their temperament and sitting posture... They are all professional soldiers who have been stained with blood and killed others.
"We will arrive at the scheduled airspace in ten minutes, check our equipment, luggage, and parachute bags, and prepare for parachute jumping." A man in his thirties with a crew cut stood up, his expression solemn and calm.
"yes!"
Dozens of people spoke in unison, with majestic momentum. They were definitely not a mob. They quickly and carefully checked the equipment they carried. No one looked around and whispered to each other. Everything was carried out in silence.
The leader's originally sharp eyes softened slightly. He slowly sat down and turned to look at the man next to him who was about the same age and was concentrating with his eyes closed. A smile appeared on his face and he whispered: "These wolf cubs are working hard.
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"We sharp-edged men never lack energy and energy." The man who replied lazily opened his eyes, showing a hint of pride that a good soldier should have.
Sharp blade.
The ultimate vanguard of the Republic.
He is proud of being one of them.
The crew-cut man smiled and nodded without saying anything. Time passed by. When he stood up straight again, everyone in the cabin stood up with high morale.
The tail hatch of the Il-76 opened. The sharp-edged warriors performing secret missions put on their equipment and jumped out of the hatch one after another without hesitation. They passed through the thin clouds, almost free-falling, and hit the ground. Opening an umbrella at high altitude is easy to be discovered, and it may be possible.
Floating out of the designated landing range, so they must free fall to within 800 meters of the ground and open their umbrellas.
Soon, the parachutes opened one after another, like dandelions swaying in the wind, scattered in the mountainous wilderness with a radius of one kilometer. This place is 20 kilometers away from the largest training camp in Afghanistan established by the East Burst. The 59 people who landed safely quickly gathered,
They marched straight to the East Turkistan training camp.
One hundred and eighty kilometers away in the vast plains, endless poppies are in bloom. They are beautiful, but they represent sin and are called the flower of sin by the world.
Flowers cannot be said to be evil or good.
What is evil is only the human heart corrupted by the desire for profit.
At the edge of the field, Yang Chen sneered and folded a large red poppy flower, sniffed it, and casually ordered: "Keep no prisoners, and burn the poppy field."
More than 30 East Turkestan elements were held to the back of the head by Arctic Fox warriors with long spears. No matter how ferocious they were when killing ordinary people, they were frightened to death. Some even became incontinent, with feces and urine flowing out, and the stench filled the sky.
Bang, bang, bang... there was a loud sound of gunfire.
The prisoners kneeling on the field ridge fell down in response, and the M4A1 carbine almost smashed their faces. Then the Arctic Fox people poured the gasoline stored in the East Turkestan drug base on the fields and corpses, threw a lighter and lit it.
Flames rose and thick smoke billowed.
Four armed helicopters slowly took off.
Yang Chen looked down at the fire-spreading plain, as calm as a cold-blooded animal that had lost all emotions.
Helicopters roared in the sky, and dozens of armored vehicles were speeding on the ground. The desert-painted armored vehicles had eye-catching white fox heads printed on their sides.
Arctic fox is a smart, cunning and slightly cute animal.
But the logo on the armored vehicle shows a bit of domineering force, like a wolf and a tiger.
Yang Chen personally led this 100-man commando team, destroying many secret gathering points in East Turkestan along the way, leaving no one alive, and rushing to the next target...the East Turkestan training camp located in the Hinduku Mountains in the north.
The helicopter flew at low altitude and arrived at the edge of the Hinduku Mountains in just half an hour. A flat cliff came into view of the pilot. The large and small grottoes on the cliff were damaged by man-made damage. It is a pity that the scale is second only to the Leshan Giant Buddha.
The Giant Buddha of Bamiyan.
Yang Chen ordered the pilot to hover and stare at the mottled cliffs. More than ten years ago, a treasure trove of Buddhist art comparable to the Dunhuang Grottoes was completely transformed beyond recognition by TLB tanks and artillery bombardment for three or four days.
The white robbers who stripped off the Dunhuang murals and stole tens of thousands of scrolls of scriptures at least dedicated what they got to the British Museum or the Louvre as treasures.
TLB committed crimes that were worse than bandits in the name of religion. Yang Chen couldn't help but sigh. He really looked down on TLB, who had made hundreds of billions of dollars from him after working with him for more than five years.
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The highest point of the mountains surrounding the training camp.
The Blade reconnaissance team lurked quietly and set up sniper points.
"It's very calm in the camp. We should be able to catch them off guard. Look at those idiots and stupid people. This gun of mine is enough to kill all the sentries and machine gun fire points." The sniper codenamed Hedgehog muttered confidently.
"Let's see what you can do. No one else knew how cowardly you were back then in Daxinganling, but I can see clearly." The sniper's companion exposed his weakness without mercy.
"It happened so many years ago, why do you keep mentioning it? At that time, you were not much stronger than me, and you were still weak." The sniper mocked his companion with a sneer on his face.
Not far away, Zhao Yang, the leader of the reconnaissance team, stared at the two living treasures with a serious face, and said coldly: "Aren't you tired from bickering all day long?"
The two of them curled their lips in disapproval, but did not continue to chatter.
Zhao Yang was moved by the words of his two comrades. He recalled the scenes he had gone deep into the Greater Khingan Mountains many years ago. He was filled with emotions. One person occupied a very important position in his unforgettable memory.
Yang Chen.
Instructor Yang.
The most legendary soldier king.
To this day, he is still the record holder for more than ten training subjects of the Sharp Blade, astonishing batch after batch of newcomers. I wonder what Instructor Yang, who was invincible back then, is like now, and whether he still has the same style?
While Zhao Yang was thinking a lot, a large force arrived. After careful analysis, the two sharp-edged backbones responsible for the mission decided to take action immediately.
The sniper team, assault team, and response team are ready to go.
The flat-headed man led thirty-six people towards the training camp. As gunfire erupted from three sniper points, he ordered an attack. The sentry fire points inside and outside the camp collapsed instantly. The rows of military tents were swallowed up by the flames of the explosion of rifle grenades.
The militants who were lucky enough to survive rushed out of the rickety tent, standing up and shooting like a hero. In the end, they became a living target for the Blade team members, and sixty-seven out of ten were shot in the head.
"rush!"
The flat-headed man shouted and led the team into the camp.
On the mountain, another Blade Elite who was looking at the overall situation frowned and felt something was wrong. Intelligence said that hundreds of people gathered in this training camp, including 120 ** thugs who had completed training and were preparing to sneak back to the country in batches to cause trouble. But now
There are less than a hundred people, where are the others?
