The cordon was set up at thirty meters.
A robot by wire was placed twenty meters away from the wreckage of the Banshee aircraft by a brave soldier.
After the interference equipment was turned on to eliminate the possibility of any remote control signal entering, the robot by wire happily moved towards the wreckage of the aircraft.
The image inside the wreckage was transmitted to the operator's instrument through a long line.
Commander Waddington was standing behind the operator.
He could see the interior of the Banshee aircraft from the image, it was as broken and messy as if it had just been in an air crash.
The deck inside the cabin was greatly bulged and deformed, the seats were broken, almost all the porthole glass was broken, there were broken pipes everywhere, hydraulic fluid, coolant, antifreeze, lubricant, and so on, all kinds of oil were sprayed everywhere.
Everyone around the operating equipment, including Commander Waddington, stared with wide eyes, trying to find any suspicious thing in the image.
In the end, they did not find anything.
Everything in the image was normal, the EOD robot entered the warehouse through the damaged area and did not find anything unusual.
Commander Waddington relaxed a little and asked casually, "I heard that this new generation of RC5 EOD robot is equipped with an electrochemical sensor, it can analyze whether there are traces of explosive materials on the scene?"
"Reporting, sir, this robot is indeed equipped with an electrochemical sensor." The operator stopped what he was doing and reported, "At present, the sensor is normal, but there are too many volatile gases and liquids in the wreckage of the aircraft. Especially the coolant containing alcohol, it is very serious interference with the electrochemical sensor. "
"So I can't guarantee that the data of the electrochemical sensor is reliable."
Of course, the operator could not be sure in front of the commander.
But as a professional and experienced battlefield EOD personnel, based on the analysis of the scene, he had reduced the possibility of explosives in the wreckage of the aircraft to less than 20%.
Any explosives could only be effective when they were detonated.
After they arrived at the camp, they had deliberately avoided the wreckage of the aircraft and did not explore the wreckage.
By doing so, they could avoid the timed explosion.
If the enemy really had explosives in the wreckage, what they wanted to do the most was of course to have a perfect scattering of flowers the moment their own personnel came into contact with the aircraft.
But the canyon had been cordoned off, they could not know when their own personnel would come into contact. What's more, there was a full-band signal jammer installed beside the wreckage, the enemy could not detonate it remotely.
The biggest possibility was that it was detonated at a time.
This involved a psychological battle. When their own people saw the most important mission target, would they rush forward immediately or hold back their curiosity and control the surroundings of the canyon first?
If he first controlled the situation, how long would it take for him to go forward and explore?
The longer the timer was set, the more uncertain the event was, and the higher the possibility of the explosive being discovered. Therefore, it was set to be within an hour, which was considered the golden time. After three hours, one could only pray to God.
They waited until nightfall. No matter how stupid the enemy was, they wouldn't set the time of the timed explosion at this time.
There was only one possibility left for a timed detonation.
— Touch.
An explosion occurs when a person touches a detonating wire or some kind of pressure device.
The reason why this was said to be the least likely was because even the armed forces of Prunus thunbergius would not be stupid enough to use such a method against the Americans.
Since when was the US military so poor that they would let people get close to suspicious targets with their bare hands?
What was the EOD robot doing? After the robot's inspection, the next step was the appearance of the high-powered crawler trailer. If they did not drag the aircraft upside down, their own people would not be able to get close to the scene at all.
Using the touch type, other than scaring people, what else could it do?
Even the armed forces of Prunus thunbergius knew about this, it was impossible that the mysterious and powerful enemy did not know about it.
Therefore, they continued the inspection without any risk.
The small EOD robot shuttled back and forth in the wreckage of the Banshee's aircraft, dragging a long cable behind it. Under the superb control of the operator, there was no awkwardness of entangling obstacles.
"Sir, everything is normal at the moment, only the bottom of the aircraft has not been inspected."
"But the enemy only took 20 minutes from the start of the battle to leave the battlefield. I don't think they have the ability to move the aircraft and place the explosive in such a short time. The robot just searched the scene and found no trace of the existence of the crane. "
Commander Waddington nodded and then asked, "Based on the damage of the wreckage, can you determine how the aircraft was destroyed?"
Of course, the operator would not jump to conclusions. "We may need to transport the wreckage back to the base and use a more professional trace detection equipment to detect it."
Commander Waddington ordered, "Remove the alert, but don't turn off the full-band jammer. The trailer will arrive in half an hour. In this half an hour, no one is allowed to come within ten meters of the wreckage. "
"Yes!"
…
Even if the possibility of an explosion had been ruled out.
Commander Waddington was still cautious and did not want to take any risks.
Because for the time being, they were not sure how the aircraft was destroyed.
The most likely possibility was that the enemy drove the aircraft into the air and then turned off the thrusters to let it fall hard. This was the fastest way. However, personnel were not allowed to go close to investigate, so everything was still speculation.
The thirty-meter alert range was removed, and everyone at the scene relaxed a little.
The EOD personnel retrieved the robot and began to set up lights, preparing to take photos of the wreckage of the aircraft from all angles.
The inspection personnel began to collect materials on the periphery.
Everything was done in an orderly manner. No one crossed the ten-meter alert line, and no one touched the wreckage. This was to prevent the slightest possibility of an explosion. When the armored trailer arrived, the remote-controlled robot connected the cable and dragged the wreckage once, only then would they move forward.
Under the night sky, the canyon was brightly lit.
The roar of fighter jets could be heard in the sky from time to time. This was the third batch of fighter jets that came to carry out the alert.
The full-band jammer in the canyon could not stop them from communicating with the outside world. They laid a communication line outside the canyon and used the communication equipment to relay communication with the outside world.
"Airspace is normal."
"Ground is normal."
"Electromagnetic signal is normal."
"Radar signal is normal."
All the equipment personnel in charge of monitoring would report back to the camp every minute.
Commander Waddington sat in the temporary command center fifty meters away from the wreckage of the aircraft. He was not like the other technicians in the camp who were very curious about the wreckage of the aircraft. He would intentionally or unintentionally approach the edge of the ten-meter alert line to take a closer look at it.
Compared to its appearance, Commander Waddington preferred the technology inside.
But he would have to wait for a long time before he could read about it.
Commander Waddington was now thinking about how to write a written report that could minimize his responsibility when he returned to the base.
After some time, he heard a different voice coming from the numb monitoring report.
"Armored transport vehicle has arrived at the canyon, requesting entry."
"Permission granted." Commander Waddington slapped his thigh and stood up from the chair. The armored transport vehicle had arrived. Once the wreckage was on its way, he could take the Chinook back to the base and not have to sleep in the open.
However.
Just as Commander Waddington took a step forward, a hair-raising scream suddenly rang out from the silent communicator.
"Ah! Firebird No.9 is under attack …"
The scream stopped abruptly, and the communicator was filled with static.
Commander Waddington instinctively wanted to rush to the communicator, but just as he took a step forward, he felt that something was wrong. The keen senses that had been cultivated on the battlefield for many years were frantically warning him not to get close.
Commander Waddington's back was instantly drenched in sweat. He took the biggest step and rushed to the door.
After three strides, Commander Waddington finally rushed out of the tent-built zero-hour camp.
Outside the camp, it was peaceful.
The soldiers gathered in groups of twos and threes to stand guard. The technicians surrounded the wreckage of the Banshee aircraft, taking pictures and picking up the small parts scattered outside the cordon.
"Enemy attack …"
Commander Waddington formed a trumpet with his hands and used all his strength to shout to the front.
Unfortunately, no one could hear his warning.
Because just as Commander Waddington shouted, the canyon under the night sky suddenly bloomed with a dazzling light.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and only the light was moving.
The light bloomed from the center of the wreckage of the Banshee aircraft. Accompanied by a shockwave that was more than ten times the speed of sound, this white light that was more dazzling than the sun under the night sky spread out to thirty meters away in less than a millisecond.
Heaven and earth shook.
There were four warplanes in the sky that were responsible for guarding. Three of them were patrolling and did not have time to do anything. The other warplane, its nose had already started to fall downwards.
The four warplane pilots saw a scene that would shock them for the rest of their lives.
The canyon below them seemed to have been stuffed with a sun. The pure white light that rose up illuminated the entire world.
Everyone who was still alive had their minds frozen.
Including Commander Waddington who was standing fifty meters away.
"Kaboom —!!"
The metal liquid inside the plasma battery was ignited by the explosion. It splashed into the sky and turned into a rain of pure white fire that fell from the sky.
The last thing Commander Waddington saw was streaks of white rain of fire coming towards him.
When the dazzling white light that broke through the sky gradually dissipated, and the tremors that reverberated throughout the canyon gradually faded away, the canyon had become a sea of fire.
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