"Little brother, the accent sounds like you are also from Beijing?" The person talking to Xu Chuan was a man in his early thirties. He looked completely different from ordinary soldiers. His hair was half-length and not short, wrapped in a scarf, and his complexion was dark.
His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos on his forearms.
The man had a smile on his face, handed over a cigarette, and spoke with an authentic Beijing accent. Xu Chuan waved his hand, rejecting his kindness, and replied with a smile, "I don't know how. My family is in Beijing, but I am from Jinmen.
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"That can be considered a fellow countryman." Seeing Xu Chuan's rejection, he didn't care. He lit one for himself, and then started chatting with Xu Chuan.
These people quickly washed off the paint on their faces and took off their equipment. Everyone did not look like soldiers, but more like travel companions. Xu Chuan asked them to put on Russian military uniforms, not to mention that
The clothes obtained by the alcoholic pilot are quite suitable.
After watching them get rid of all the things that cannot be taken away, "Which of you can drive?" Xu Chuan took out the key and held it in his hand. He really didn't want to drive this piece of junk anymore. The steering assist was equivalent to no power steering, that's all.
It's still a car in relatively good condition.
"I'll do it, I'll do it." This 'fellow fellow''s eyes flashed obviously, he took the keys and got into the cab.
Seven people were sitting in the car at the back, and Xu Chuan was sitting in the passenger seat. Until now, no one else had said a word to him. Although this fellow had talked a lot, he had not even mentioned his name.
The fellow started the car while talking to Xu Chuan, "Don't mind, they usually don't talk much, and they do it so as not to cause trouble for you."
Xu Chuan nodded and expressed his understanding. It was better to be careful when going out. Even Xu Zhengyang couldn't really guarantee anything.
It's just that these people didn't say anything, which made Xu Chuan's idea of poaching people go to waste. What a salesperson fears most is not rejection, but that you ignore him.
Xu Chuan pointed to the road, but there was actually nothing to point to, because there was only one road where cars could drive, so just follow it.
The journey back to the frontline airport was uneventful. Xu Chuan was almost asleep. There were many people in the airport, and several people in the car were obviously nervous.
Xu Chuan took out the pass issued by the headquarters, and the guard just glanced at it and let him go. As he drove the car, the fellow asked curiously, "Brother, your way is quite wild." You must know that this is the front line.
, it would be a bit childish to put these raw faces in so easily.
"Give me the money." Xu Chuan took out an ID card with his own photo on it, "I am now a member of the Military Region Staff Department."
"I admire you. Then please see if we hurry up and leave so as not to delay your future affairs." The fellow smiled ingratiatingly.
Xu Chuan thought for a while, "That's okay. I originally wanted to let you have a meal. I think the canteen here is okay. Since you are so anxious, let's forget it."
"It's okay, it's okay. Let's meet again when we return to the capital."
Xu Chuan found several pilots and carefully observed their consciousness to ensure that these drunkards would not crash the plane into the mountain.
Smith and others looked at the people Xu Chuan brought back and didn't say anything, it was just a tacit understanding.
After boarding two planes respectively, Albert took two sleeping pills and fell asleep. Parker tied him to the seat. It seemed that this was his fate. He also checked the seat belt several times.
The fully fueled plane flew towards the southern border. According to the agreement with Xu Zhengyang, it was enough to drop them near the border. Alas, in fact, given him some time, Xu Chuan could directly arrange for them to return to the capital by civil aviation. How could he do this?
trouble.
The fellow waved his hand against the helicopter's airflow, holding in his hand the business card Xu Chuan sent to each of them.
This is a large prairie. Autumn has gradually entered this season, and the grass has turned slightly yellow. There is a boundary marker dozens of meters away. You only need to cross it to go home.
"You son of a bitch, you haven't spoken a word all this time, but you're suffocating me to death." This is an inconspicuous middle-aged man in the team. Regardless of height, appearance or temperament, he is ordinary and cannot be more ordinary.
"Boss, you are too cautious. This was introduced by Lao Xu." The fellow who had been chatting with Xu Chuan came over and looked at the card in his hand. The Lao Xu he mentioned was naturally Xu Zhengyang.
"Safety first, you know how to use a hammer, hurry up and follow." Several people quickly crossed the border and walked further south.
However, they were discovered by the border patrol before they had gone two kilometers. The Russian military uniforms they were wearing almost caused the border guards to shoot them.
“Contact your superiors. Our identification code is ×××××××××. They know how to identify us.”
The border guards kept a certain distance and surrounded them in an L shape. The Type 03 rifles in their hands were always pointed at these people, and they did not relax their guard because of their words.
A captain used a walkie-talkie to contact his superiors and reported the situation. Not long after, two Army Aviation Mi-17s and two Z-9s appeared in the sky. After the plane landed, the person who stepped off the plane turned out to be Xu Zhengyang.
In Zakayev's military base, the Russian army is clearing out the die-hard elements who are still resisting to the end, but the end of this battle is not far away.
The wounded are being sent to field hospitals for treatment, and the OTAN coalition forces are also undergoing repairs. They no longer need to intervene in the current battle. More Russian soldiers are coming. They need to completely control the base. After that
The authorities still need to investigate here.
There must be a lot of useful information here. Governments of various countries are fighting for the right to investigate with Russia, but they are firmly rejected. The two sides almost fall out before the war is over. In the end, Russia just agrees to a public investigation.
The result, but everyone knows that it makes no sense.
Fortunately, the military objective this time has been achieved, and the subsequent negotiations will be to see how much advantage can be taken, and to get the best, and if not, there will be no loss.
Almost everyone in the Delta Alloy team and SAS was injured. McCoyin, a member of the Sandman team, had a hole in his abdomen by a metal strip. Fortunately, his internal organs were not seriously injured. They will be sent to the Russian military hospital for treatment first.
He received first aid and was then transported back to his country by a special plane.
"Price." Sandman patted the old man on the shoulder, "This time it's finally over."
Price took out his cigar and said, "Yeah, it's over."
Vladimir Makarov, who has been recuperating here at the Burj Al Arab Hotel in Dubai, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, looking at the sea outside the window. A prosthesis has been installed on his left arm. He already knew Zakaev’s
The news of his death made me feel very complicated.
"Vladimir, it's over." His comrade Yuri said from the side. For some reason, he felt much relieved when he heard that Zakayev was dead.