The darkness before dawn finally dissipated, and when the sky turned white, a new day finally arrived, but the war did not end.
After listening to the Lieutenant Colonel's words, Duan Zhaoan twitched his eyebrows slightly without leaving a trace, and said in pure Russian as fluently as his native language: "I want to know when will troops be sent to guard this place again?"
He didn't ask when he could leave, and there was no sign in the lieutenant colonel's eyes that the other party would leave.
One of the leaders sniped, followed by the rest of the leaders. The Russian side should have a general direction of the whereabouts of these leaders. The Russian side, which wants to solve all hidden dangers, will not easily evacuate the snipers.
Lieutenant Colonel Grotelv looked at the Chinese soldier in front of him who spoke Russian as fluently as Mandarin. There was a hint of inquiry in his deep eyes. He secretly looked at the young soldier and spoke slowly: "The war is over, here.
There is no need to send out more troops to defend. At seven o'clock in the morning, the helicopter coming to pick us up will be ready to arrive."
He deliberately spoke slowly to cover up his inner shock. He didn't know what the Chinese soldier had guessed. He only knew that he had received their reminder and already knew that these soldiers from China were not only brave, but also wise.
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Sending troops to defend it is what must be done.
But not now, the withdrawal of troops is just to paralyze the remaining Chechen militants. Just like the leader Kaslalov who was shot dead in the early morning, he thought that the Russian troops were withdrawing and staged a hostage taking in order to add leverage to the negotiations.
The Russian leadership will never allow its national dignity to be provoked, dare to stage a hostage-taking event that alarms the world, and will not allow these armed leaders to have a chance to live.
Duan Zhao'an saw that Lieutenant Colonel Grottilv was not telling the truth, so he said: "I'm waiting for your rescue plane to come over."
"Believe my friend, everything is over. This war has been solved since you rescued your hostages." Lieutenant Colonel Grotelv had a smile on his face. He should be very tired, and even his smile was stained.
Tired.
Duan Zhaoan smiled slightly at his words.
His slender and handsome figure exuded a sharp look. When a ray of morning sun fell, the velvet-like morning sun fell in his eyes, causing an unguessable flash in those dark, dark eyes.
Dark light.
The sound of the two helicopters had completely disappeared before his eyes. No. 17, who was left behind, put down his telescope, secretly made an OK gesture to Duan Zhaoan, and quietly moved to Gu Chen's side.
No. 18 took the lead and stood directly in front of Gu Chen, saying seriously: "Girl, it's time for my gun to be returned to its original owner."
The team members who were driving found the equipment that they had unloaded when they sneaked into the underground shopping mall near the square, and after checking the equipment, they boarded the plane and left. However, Gu Chen's sniper rifle was hidden a little far away, and it took a while to find it in a hurry.
When No. 18 asked, Gu Chen pushed the night vision glasses onto his helmet, raised his head and handed the gun over. No. 18, who had been staring at her, wanted to take a closer look at what this female soldier who had been so awesome all night looked like.
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When she pushed up the night vision glasses and looked up again... No. 18 was dumbfounded, and the corners of her mouth twitched a little.
This girl is also so down-to-earth. The paint on her palm-sized face was so heavy that it took a long time to wash it off. She also wanted to see what she looked like. This posture clearly meant that she didn’t want people to see her face.
