The battle on the plains was over. The orbital airborne troops that cleaned up the battlefield assembled in teams in an orderly manner. Before the armored troops arrived to support them, they took advantage of the darkness and circled to the northern jungle.
As expected, two MiG-29 fighters whizzed past in the air.
Celestial Trade's First Airborne Brigade didn't pay any attention to them. At this time, they had already retreated to the edge of the forest.
Once they entered the forest, no one could do anything to them.
With such a large-scale airborne landing, the Kane government forces once pessimistically thought that the Russian 58th Army finally took action on the border. What they didn't understand was how the Russians managed to evade their radar.
It was an entire aviation formation! Even aliens couldn't erase an entire aviation formation from their radar!
Did all their radars rust?
Two MiG-29 fighters took off from the airport and rushed to the target airspace at full speed.
The safety of the cannon was off, and the pilot even drew a cross on his chest. He was ready to fight with the Russian Su-35 fighters. However, what confused them was that there wasn't even a shadow of a plane in the target airspace, let alone the Russian escort fighters.
The anticipated aerial battle didn't happen. Looking at the scattered white dots on the thermal imager, the two pilots couldn't figure out how these soft targets that were running all over the ground suddenly landed here.
The MiG's were originally prepared to fight the Russian fighters to the death, but the two MiG's had air-to-air missiles hanging on their bellies. In order to improve maneuverability, they even removed 150 rounds of 30x165mm high-explosive incendiary bombs.
The two MiG's could only watch helplessly as the unit that had annihilated their entire artillery brigade fled towards the jungle.
Zhang Feng, who was crouching on the edge of the jungle, stared at the radar, and gestured to his comrade next to him. The Chinese soldier nodded, pressed down the anti-aircraft missile on his shoulder, and threw the equipment on his back.
The task of their team was to cover the retreat. If the two MiGs descended to launch an airstrike, they would lock on and launch an attack. However, the two MiGs only hovered in the air twice. They didn't have the slightest intention to avenge their own people, and they directly returned.
Of course, this was the best ending.
Zhang Feng let out a sigh of relief, straightened up, and walked back.
"Sh * t, they left just like that? If I were to sit on that plane, I would definitely have to get off and give you a few shuttles before leaving. " Leaning against a tree stump with his rifle in his arms, the energetic Slavic lad raised his two thumbs up and pressed them a few times.
His name was Sergei, a popular name in Russia. He fought guerrilla warfare in the eastern part of Ukraine for two years, and then somehow smuggled into Xin. Later, he joined the foreign corps to obtain a legal identity.
However, he did not expect that he would return here in such a manner.
"You're asking for a beating. I'll give you a beating on behalf of those two birds." The white man squatting next to him grinned and slapped the back of his head.
"Damn it, don't mess around. I didn't turn off the safety. You're only worried about your two salted eggs." Grimacing, Sergei turned around and waved the muzzle of his gun, scaring the guy so much that he quickly jumped to the side.
"If you two want to make a scene, you can stay here. The rest of you follow, it's time to go. "
Hearing the captain's order, Sergey and the white brawny man immediately stopped making trouble. They followed Zhang Feng obediently and chased in the direction of the main force.
Raiding the 11th Airborne Brigade was only the first mission of the night.
Ten kilometers away at the gas station, there was another massacre waiting for them.
…
When he returned to the military base, it was already one in the morning.
He just saw a unique "fireworks", so he didn't feel sleepy at all. He just felt his stomach was empty and wanted to find something to eat. However, the cafeteria at the military base was already closed. If he wanted to eat outside, he would have to drive to a small town ten kilometers away, so he could only go home.
He went straight back to his temporary apartment, threw his coat on the sofa, and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator. He took out noodles and other ingredients, and while humming a song, he cooked a bowl of chowder noodles for tonight's supper.
He inhaled the white mist, threw the spoon aside, and nodded with satisfaction.
Just from the aroma alone, the noodles couldn't taste bad!
Jiang Chen delightfully put the noodles on the table. Just as he picked up the chopsticks and was about to start eating, there was a knock on the door.
"Wait, I'm coming …" Jiang Chen shouted, put the chopsticks aside, and opened the door. He saw Natasha in checkered pajamas standing at the door. He paused for a second and quickly pulled her into the room.
"It's so cold, aren't you afraid of freezing?"
Although half of April had passed, the temperature here was still very low, especially at night. Even Jiang Chen didn't dare to wander outside in pajamas.
As for why Natasha was here in pajamas, it was because she lived next door.
"For Russians, this bit of cold is nothing at all."
Natasha's mouth curved up. She walked around Jiang Chen into the room and looked around.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. She stared at the bowl of noodles on the table and subconsciously gulped.
Seeing this, Jiang Chen suddenly understood why she was here.
It turned out that this chick was here to freeload.
"How do you know I have food here?" Jiang Chen sighed as if he had lost to her.
"You Asians make a lot of noise when you cook. I just heard it."
No wonder she was a former agent. Natasha's face didn't even blush when she lied, and he almost believed her.
[How can there be any noise when cooking noodles? It's because your dog nose is too sensitive!]
"Is there …"
Jiang Chen only silently kept the comment in his mind and didn't expose her in person.
Natasha, who was hungry due to the aroma of the meat, rushed into the kitchen and scooped herself a bowl from the pot. She sat down in front of Jiang Chen and smiled at him.
Jiang Chen wasn't distracted by the smile. He keenly noticed that she was not only holding noodles, but also a bottle of vodka.
While slurping the noodles, Jiang Chen looked at her face that was red from the alcohol and joked, "This is the first time I heard that noodles can go with alcohol."
"That's because you don't understand Russians." Natasha took out two glasses from the table. She first poured one for herself and then filled one for Jiang Chen. "I've always said that when you come to Moscow, I'll treat you to a drink. Here, take it. "
"Can't you find a better place to treat me to a drink? I won't say that you're still using my alcohol. "Jiang Chen rolled his eyes and put the glass aside.
"Can you drink with me?" Natasha said softly.
"Is there something on your mind?"
"Sort of." Natasha sighed.
The eyes that stared into the air, in the rising white mist, were stained with a touch of reminiscence.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
