The conference room was deathly silent. General Gordon slowly pulled the trigger. With a "pop" sound, the hammer fell, but no bullet was ejected. He smiled bitterly. After all, he was old and didn't have bullets loaded at all times like he did when he was young.
He picked up his pistol, slowly pulled the slide to load the bullet, and pointed the muzzle at himself again. At this time, a melodious lights-out signal sounded outside.
General Gordon suddenly stood up, walked to the window and opened the curtains. The African night had fallen. On the field airport, three I.S.R. mercenary soldiers were lowering the company's flag. Amid the command, they put their flag pistols on their shoulders.
Escorting the war flag that was transferred to the African continent, they walked towards the barracks with goose steps. At this time, there were less than fifty people left in the huge military camp, and they were all logistics and staff personnel, but they still stood firm at their posts.
i.s.r is a very large company with thousands of regular employees and branches all over the world. This tactical failure was a devastating disaster for Gordon, but it was only a small incident for the company.
After thinking about this, Gordon suddenly realized that he needed to survive, avenge his boys, and wash away the shame of his defeat.
Suddenly the phone on the table rang. Gordon turned around and grabbed the receiver: "Gordon, who are you?"
"It's me, General. I can't wait to hear the victory report." Mr. Thorpe's voice came from the receiver. It could be heard that he was very excited and had great confidence in the outcome of the battle.
"I'm afraid I've disappointed you. There was something wrong with my plane and I couldn't complete this mission. I'm sorry. Please contact me again." General Gordon hung up the phone, sat down on a chair, lit a cigar, and asked
Let’s reflect on it and learn lessons so that we can fight again, but the waiting time may be longer.
New York, Long Beach. Mr. Thorp put down the phone and had an ominous premonition in his heart. General Gordon's voice was very low. It was probably not as simple as a plane malfunction, but it was difficult to know what happened on the distant African continent.
Yes, after thinking about it he called Colonel Miller again.
"Dear Colonel, I would like to know the results of your second operation?" This time Thorpe no longer dared to have unrealistic illusions, and his tone was a little uneasy.
Sure enough, his sixth sense was correct. Colonel Miller was obviously a little upset. He said perfunctorily: "Oh, I'm sorry, there is something wrong with my plane, but it will be repaired soon. I will give you a call."
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A busy signal came from the receiver, and Thorp's face began to darken. Everyone said that the plane was out of order. This was not a coincidence. Could it be that... He didn't dare to think about it anymore, and began to think about how to explain to Sir Howard why.
It is so difficult to defeat a small, barbaric and backward country.
Colonel Miller, who was in Washington, was even more depressed than Thorpe. He actually lost a Predator drone. Although this aircraft is not as expensive as the Global Hawk, it costs US$4.5 million, and this aircraft was borrowed from the CIA.
, something happened that was quite troublesome, and it would take at least dozens of pages of written reports to explain the problem, and for a period of time, I would no longer be able to rely on the power of cia.
He had no choice but to call his backer: "Mr. Senator, I need your help with something like this..."
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At the San Juan Airport, three bonfires were lit at the end of the runway to guide the fighter planes to land. A few minutes later, the silver war eagle flew from the west against the setting sun and roared past the airport at an ultra-low altitude.
His driving skills caused a burst of cheers, and when the plane came to a stop, a large group of people gathered around him.
Lao He opened the canopy, but was embarrassed to find that there was no ladder to get off the plane. A group of people below shouted happily: "Lao He, jump off, jump off!"
He was so cruel that he really jumped down and was immediately caught and thrown into the sky. The sound wave got louder and louder. Whether it was the Western Saddamians, the Eastern European bodyguards, or the Chinese, everyone used the same method.
To express respect for the triumphant heroes.
After finally calming down, Bei Xiaoshuai rushed forward to join in the fun: "Master, accept me as your disciple!"
Everyone burst into laughter, even Lao He laughed, and he asked: "Young man, what do you want to learn from me?"
"Learn to fly a fighter jet."
"Haha, I can't teach you this alone. You have to start with a junior trainer aircraft, then an advanced trainer aircraft, and a trainer fighter jet. Only the country has the ability to train fighter pilots. If you learn all the way, the country will
The cost spent on the pilot is equal to as much gold as the pilot's weight."
After hearing what Lao He said, Bei Xiaoshuai was dumbfounded and scratched his head and stopped talking. It was impossible for him to join the air force at this level. His dream of fighting in the sky was probably going to be shattered.
At this time, reinforcements from San Juan City also arrived. A whole company of troops took over the airport and brought portable anti-aircraft missiles. Alexander also led people to capture the two parachuting Super Tucano pilots.
After arriving, it was learned after interrogation that the entire army of the i.s.r. branch in Angola was wiped out, as well as their leader named Bill Gordon.
This round can be described as a lose-lose situation. His Highness Bobby is dead, Colonel Faulkner is dead, and Listrovsky, who provided arms to Western Saddamoa, is also dead. The first attack launched by the Predator can be described as a veritable beheading.
Action, but this caused another result, that is, Liu Ziguang and little Arthur were advantaged.
When the group was leaderless, Liu Ziguang stepped forward to take over the command and temporarily won over the remnants of Colonel Faulkner and Listrovsky's bodyguards. In just two hours, a new parliament was established and the archbishop was invited.
A coronation ceremony was held for little Arthur, and this scene was broadcast live to the whole world on television. Now the private salt has become the official salt, and the media around the world have relayed this major news. This is what Thorpe thought.
He tried his best to stop it, but neither he nor the people behind him could stop the spread of this news in this era of information explosion.
This is not to mention the follow-up counterattack. The battle at the airport can be described as a desperate situation. The MiG-21 left by the Russians, plus a former Hainan Airlines super pilot, formed an unrivaled sky dominance, and successively shot down i.s.r.
The fighter jets and transport aircraft, as well as the Predator drone that caused the tragedy in the Palace Garden, can be said to have completely turned the tables.
Based on the above reasons, Liu Ziguang's side won this battle.
That night, Liu Ziguang led everyone back to San Juan, and the airport and fighter jets were handed over to the military. Presumably, after experiencing such a huge failure, i.s.r did not have the guts to launch a second attack in such a short period of time. Even if they dared to come, a
The black soldiers in the company are not that easy to deal with.
When we drove back to the city of San Juan, it was already dark. Since the power supply had been cut off, both sides of the road were pitch black. Only the front of the road illuminated by the car lights was bright. When we passed the palace, everyone turned to look at it.
Go, the majestic building in the night has turned into ruins, presumably this is also the masterpiece of the drone.
The only place with lights on in Western Saddamoa is the San Juan Hotel. There is a backup diesel generator in the basement of the hotel, which can provide power for lighting and refrigeration. However, if you want to turn on the air conditioners in all rooms, it will be necessary to generate electricity.
The planes were overwhelmed, and there was not much diesel left in stock. After Kuba came to power, fighting continued in Western Saddamoa, routes were suspended, and sea ships also docked at other ports. San Juan is now extremely short of supplies and food.
Lack of clean drinking water, lack of doctors and medicines, lack of everything.
Fortunately, some luxuries that Cuba had not had time to take away were found from the palace's storage room, including French red wine, German ham and sausages, and various canned foods. At this moment, in the restaurant of the San Juan Hotel
, the long table covered with white tablecloth is filled with a dazzling array of food. The main course of today’s dinner is sea fish, which is the only fresh meat the hotel can provide to distinguished guests.
The crystal chandelier, the soothing ambience, the courteous waiter, and the French champagne placed in a sterling silver ice bucket made Hu Qingsong sigh with emotion: "I finally feel the atmosphere of civilization."
The dinner table was full of people. Little Arthur, who had just been crowned king, sat at the head of the table. Next to him were attendants Fidel and Liu Ziguang, followed by Zhao Hui, Hu Qingsong, Bei Xiaoshuai, Dongfang Ke and others.
, and of course Lao He, who has made extraordinary achievements today, is indispensable.
Before eating, Liu Ziguang suggested a moment of silence for the victims, and then picked up the wine glass.
"Your Majesty, I respect you." Liu Ziguang raised his wine glass to little Arthur, and the others followed him and raised their wine glasses.
Little Arthur was flattered and smiled with his white teeth. He usually stood aside to serve people on such occasions. He had never been treated like this before. However, children have a strong ability to adapt to the environment. He also picked up the wine glass and imitated
In the manner of His Highness Bobby, he raised his hand to everyone.
This meal was not formal at all. Although we were in a foreign country, almost all the people on the table were Chinese. Everyone was talking to each other, recalling the thrilling experience today, and everyone was beaming and excited, saying that if they could
If you go online, you should quickly post this experience on your Weibo, it will definitely cause a sensation.
But the protagonist who shined today, Lao He, just smiled and listened to everyone talking without saying a word. Liu Ziguang felt that this man must have a story, so he asked him: "Captain He, I heard that you used to be in the navy.
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Lao He nodded: "Yes, from the 8th Haihang Division."
"Why are you changing careers? A super pilot like you should have a bright future."
Lao He shook his head and said with a smile: "It's all in the past, I won't mention it anymore."
Liu Ziguang didn't want to continue digging at other people's scars, so he raised his wine glass, touched it with Lao He, and asked, "Are you interested in doing your old job?"
Just when Lao He was about to speak, Liu Ziguang immediately said: "Don't rush to answer. Think about it before you speak. You have also seen that I have a close relationship with the king. If you have this intention, I guess it will not be difficult to arrange an air force commander or something."
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Lao He still smiled and shook his head: "Thank you, I am getting old and have no motivation for these false reputations."