The scorching sun hung high in the sky, but it did not feel hot at all.
Behind the ridge a few kilometers away from the camp in the canyon, Ye Qing and a group of monsters were making their final preparations.
Of the six aircraft, Dian Jing left one in place. Encrypted communication equipment had been set up in the aircraft. Ye Qing and the monsters could communicate with each other through the headphones built into their helmets.
The set of ghost armor that Ye Qing was wearing could be considered as the internal supply of the internal supply version.
"Okay, everyone get to your positions. Dian Jing will give the time of attack." Ye Qing took a deep breath and quickly ended his pre-battle mobilization.
In fact, there was no need to say too much to the monsters. Their combat skills were as impeccable as their industrial knowledge.
In addition, the battle commanded by Ye Qing and Dian Jing could be said to be a battle that would make professional combat commanders jealous.
There was no need for battlefield detection in advance, no intelligence support, no logistical support, and not even a second or third set of contingency plans.
But it was precisely this kind of team that spent more time than discussing tactics, discussing how to deal with the aftermath.
Listening to their tone, it seemed to be very easy to annihilate this group of enemies. The final clean up was the troublesome part.
There was still a thirty-second countdown before the thunderous strike was launched.
Ye Qing was the last to enter the cockpit of the Lord's Battleship.
He was the only one in such a large Lord's Battleship.
This battle did not require Ye Qing to lead the charge, but Ye Qing's responsibility was equally great. He had to pilot the Lord's Battleship to destroy the Banshee aircraft that could carry all the people below to escape.
At this time, the monsters who were originally sitting in their respective aircraft suddenly broke away from their motionless state. They raised their right hands in sync and kept operating the complicated electronic wristwatch with a mini joystick on their left wrists.
At the same time.
Eight statue-like bionic golden eagles stood in front of the aircraft, spreading their wings and flying high.
On each golden eagle's claw was an electronic device the size of a computer case.
"Ang ~"
The eagle's cry shook the sky and stopped the clouds.
…
Bernadette was an elite officer.
He served in the aviation brigade under the 1st Cavalry Division of the US Army. He was a first lieutenant pilot, and his main task was to fly the Black Hawk helicopter on the battlefield of Prunus Thunbergius.
There was no need to repeat the name of the 1st Cavalry Division. On the battlefield of Prunus Thunbergius, the 1st Cavalry Division was like a land beast armed to the teeth. No matter who the enemy was, they would only end up in hell.
Bernadette had served in the aviation brigade for a long time. He had piloted a Black Hawk helicopter and fought on the transport line for 30 hours straight. When the battle was over, he couldn't even climb out of the cockpit. He had to be carried by his companions.
He had also gone deep into the enemy's rear and led the mysterious commandos to complete the missions that seemed impossible in one mountain after another.
Bernadette was an elite and knew the situation of the Prunus thunbergius battlefield like the back of his hand.
Because of this, Bernadette seemed to be at a loss today.
It was because he and his co-pilot had received a secret mission from the Baghra Air Force Base's headquarters.
This mission was highly confidential. Not only had he never seen or heard of it in his service. Not only did the mission content have to be kept secret from his superiors, but even the 1st Cavalry Division headquarters had no right to ask about the mission content.
Even the Black Hawk helicopter he piloted was replaced with an independent communication system that only reported to the commander of the mission. If he dared to say a word after the mission, he may not even have the chance to be court-martialed.
Bernadette thought he was going to participate in a great mission that was destined to be recorded in history. As a result, when the mission began, he was only escorting a technician who didn't even fart the entire time.
Bernadette and his co-pilot were very conscientious. They followed the route that was only learned five minutes before departure. After flying to the destination of the canyon, he didn't ask anyone a word.
He didn't even look at the strange equipment hidden under the camouflage net that was full of countless secrets.
He didn't know if he could be promoted or not. He only knew that if he was too curious, he may not see the next year's sun.
Half an hour ago, he received the alert order.
He piloted the Black Hawk helicopter to the ridge above the camp. From here, Bernadette could overlook every movement in the camp. He could even see the only two firing points at the only exit.
Next to the helicopter, there were two special forces members who were fiddling with a small transmitter and equipment box that carried a military laptop.
Bernadette recognized this set of equipment. This was the Hawk's new single-soldier reconnaissance radar. It could effectively monitor aircraft targets or moving vehicles within a range of 15 kilometers. However, it also had high requirements for the terrain. In the mountains, it could only provide aerial surveillance.
Bernadette wouldn't ask more, but he couldn't help but have some complaints in his heart.
As for this …
Even the single-soldier radar was set up.
Even if he didn't ask a word, Bernadette could faintly smell the famous "Rangers" from the military movements of these people in the camp.
He had carried the Rangers a few times before. The combat power of this group was simply inhuman. In a small battle, they only needed a few dozen people to repel the attack of hundreds of enemies.
Now, there were 20 to 30 people in the camp. Not to mention that they had already set up a defensive position in advance. Even if there was a sudden encounter, without 500 armed people, it was impossible for the defense personnel in the camp to take it seriously.
On his side, he was still in contact with the air force base at all times.
If an enemy came, he just had to call, and in less than half an hour, the fighter jets in the air force base would come roaring.
In Prunus thunbergius, was there anyone who could make dozens of elite Rangers unable to resist for half an hour?
No. After a few years of cleaning up Prunus thunbergius, the grass on the enemy's grave was already a meter tall. The rest were just small skirmishes.
Although they knew that no enemy would dare to touch their whiskers. But the mission was like this, just like the two Rangers. It was estimated that when they set up the single-soldier radar, they were like him, complaining about the commanders and making a fuss out of nothing.
Bernadette sat in the cockpit, ready to fight at any time, but he didn't have the mentality to be ready for battle.
In his boredom, Bernadette suddenly saw a few black dots jump out from the top of the mountain at the end of his vision.
His heart tightened, and then he laughed at himself.
Because the few black dots flying in this direction were clearly a group of mountain eagles with amazing wingspans.
If there really were enemies, it would be good, and he could also make a contribution and receive a reward.
Bernadette didn't take it seriously, but the two Rangers responsible for fiddling with the single-soldier radar suddenly shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Enemy attack!"
As soon as their voice fell, one of the team members raised the assault rifle in his hand high, and the other ran to the helicopter warehouse, where there was a "Stinger" anti-aircraft missile.
"Cough, cough, that's a mountain eagle. I'll have to trouble you to confirm with your naked eyes when you see the radar target. " Bernadette had to speak up to stop the two overly nervous Rangers. He believed that the two had also received a highly confidential mission, causing them to be nervous.
But Bernadette had seen this thing countless times during his missions.
"Ah, is it a mountain eagle?" The two Rangers looked forward awkwardly.
It really seemed to be a mountain eagle …
Eight eagles spread their wings and soared into the sky, flying over at high speed.
Wait …
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