This time the tactical squadron and the "Direwolf" tactical team not only carried their respective individual combat equipment, but also carried laser guidance equipment. If necessary, the P virus together with the two SS-21 "Scarabs"
"The ground-to-surface tactical ballistic missile was completely destroyed in the valley.
It was not stated clearly in the order, but everyone sitting in the cabin of the transport plane knew that if guided air force missiles were to be used for air strikes, then it would be time to perish together with the missiles in the valley, the P virus, and the clown!
All participants in the war knew that this operation was a narrow escape, but no one retreated. If their death could be exchanged for the safety of their own country and people, they would die without regrets!
"The current flight altitude is 8,000 meters, the temperature is minus 33 degrees Celsius, and we will arrive at the parachuting location in five minutes!"
The pilot's prompt came from the headsets of the special forces members in the cabin.
In the cabin, members of two special operations teams representing the elite forces of the special forces of China and Russia put on oxygen masks, turned on the oxygen devices, and checked their parachute equipment for the last time.
"One minute!"
The two elite special forces stood up from their seats at the same time and stood in two lines in the cabin, facing the slowly opening cabin door.
"Thirty seconds!"
The cold wind with low temperature and low oxygen "whooshes" into the cabin. Even if the whole body is wrapped in cold-proof clothing, you can still hear the sound of the wind blowing by your ears.
"Ten seconds!"
The red indicator light at the cabin door lights up.
"Jump!"
The moment the indicator light turned green, the two elite special forces in the cabin jumped out of the cabin and fell towards the ground at a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour.
The transport plane in the night sky retracted its open tail hatch, quickly flew away, and returned to the base.
In the sky, members of the tactical squadron grab each other's arms or ankles and join together to parachute at an altitude of several thousand meters. The airflow is likely to scatter the personnel, especially at night when visibility is extremely poor.
When parachuting, if the people are scattered, it will be very dangerous for the stragglers.
Because the landing position of the stragglers may be several kilometers away from the team, or it may be dozens of kilometers away!
Luo Hao paid attention to the altimeter on his wrist. The light green fluorescent altimeter data jumped rapidly, 2000 meters... 1000 meters... 500 meters... 300 meters!
When the altitude dropped to 1,000 meters, everyone had already let go of the arms or ankles of the team members around them. When the altitude dropped to 300 meters, Luo Hao took a picture of the parachute opening device on his chest without hesitation and opened the parachute.
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If it was during the day and the geographical conditions were ideal, Luo Hao could open his parachute at a height of 200 meters or even 150 meters. But at night, Luo Hao would not want to parachute in a mountainous area.
Play such "extreme sports".
Bang!
The opened parachute pulled Luo Hao's body upwards, instantly slowing down his descent. Other members of the surrounding tactical squadron and the "Direwolf" tactical team also opened their parachutes, and each white parachute was like an instant.
Dandelions blown away from their receptacles by the wind are floating in the night sky.
After landing, Luo Hao clasped the rocks beside him, stabilized his body, unhooked the parachute, and then pulled the parachute rope to retrieve the parachute to himself.
After burying the parachute, Luo Hao pressed the headset and said: "Tactical squadron report!"
"Ice Blade, here it comes!"
"Fox, here we come!"
"Bee Eater, here we come!"
"..."
Luo Hao raised his left index finger and circled it above his head, signaling the members of the tactical squadron to gather closer to him.
Warif's side also completed the assembly of the "Direwolf" tactical team. After the two sides merged, Luo Hao glanced at the PDA on his left wrist and said to Warif: "We have now entered the area where the Joker may be hiding.
Although the headquarters has narrowed the area, this area is still very large for a few of us. We must speed up the search. I suggest that we conduct a group operation and search in a fan shape, and maintain safety between groups.
distance, report the situation every fifteen minutes and confirm the status of each group."
"I have no objection!" Warif replied.
Luo Hao and Warif began to divide the tactical squadron and the "Direwolf" tactical team into eight tactical groups. Each tactical group had between three and four people. Due to the limited number of people who were good at trace tracking, Luo Hao and
Wariv all equipped their respective trace tracking experts into the command team. Naturally, Liu Zijin is on the tactical squadron side, and there is a small Russian on the "Direwolf" side. In Russia, where people are generally tall and strong,
The "direwolf" trace tracking expert is definitely an "outlier". Although this little man is almost 175 centimeters tall, he still looks "short".
Eight tactical teams conducted a fan-shaped search, and drones in the sky fed back their situation to the joint operations headquarters.
Yunyue looked at the tactical squadron on the screen and couldn't help but clenched his fist. For the tactical squadron, there were only two results for this operation, either to successfully behead the clown and prevent the launch of the P virus; or to guide the Russian Air Force to launch a missile strike.
, die with the clown!
At an air force base in southern Russia, two Su-30s slid into the takeoff runway under the guidance of ground service personnel, waiting for the takeoff order from the tower.
Ten minutes later, after receiving the takeoff order from the tower, two Su-30s loaded with ammunition took off on the takeoff runway. The orange-red tail flames ejected from the tail of the aircraft were particularly obvious in the dark night sky.
In the southern mountainous area, the tactical squadron and the "Direwolf" tactical team were still searching. Liu Zijin, who was walking in front of Luo Hao, suddenly raised his palm to signal to stop moving forward. He took off his tactical gloves and put his hands on the cold ground.
Touching it, he then nodded to Luo Hao behind him.
Luo Hao's spirit was immediately lifted. He walked up to Liu Zijin and asked, "What did you find?"
"Someone has done this here. Although the traces have been cleaned up, manual cleaning will still leave clues." Liu Zijin said firmly: "I feel that we are very close to the clown."
Luo Hao patted Liu Zijin on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. He had absolute trust in Liu Zijin. In the Longyin Army, if Liu Zijin said that he was second in the field of traces, no one would dare to say that he was first!
Luo Hao reported the situation on his side to other tactical teams through the headset and asked them to move closer to him.