In the dim light, Xu Le looked at the emails on the screen. He looked at the reports of incidents that happened in various parts of the Federation that were temporarily unknown to the public but had already made the Bureau of Proclamation and the Federation government anxious. Looking at the clear little red flower logo at the end of the email, he revealed a rueful smile.
Two battles in space and on the surface, in the formless space and in the chilly winter, were about to start one after the other. He was very clear that no one battle was more important, but the confrontation between Philip and the Charter computer would be the foundation of everything.
If The Glory Of The Charter could not be removed from his and his team's heads, then there would be no need to mention anything else.
In the initial plan, Philip's mission was to monitor the Bureau of Proclamation, grasp the intelligence the other side sent out, and provide protection for the surface battle. However, to Xu Le's pleasant surprise, after receiving Bederman's help, Philip did more than expected.
After destroying the email, he looked at the silent team members in the room. After pausing for a moment, he asked in a deep voice, "Is the plan clear?"
"Clear," everyone replied in a low voice.
"Repeat again," Xu Le clenched his right fist in the air and said expressionlessly, "I want complete suppression."
"Understood."
His right fist spread out in the dim light, and Xu Le ordered in a deep voice, "Disperse."
The hidden back door of the room opened, and more than twenty team members lowered their heads and quickly left. The room was located at the end of the subway line in Spring City. Behind the door was the well-developed underground tunnel system of this famous tourist city. Under the cover of darkness, no one knew where the light footsteps led to.
Xu Le and Gu Xifeng stayed behind. As the most outstanding members of Group Seven, they were responsible for assembling the control center.
All kinds of complicated data lines and cables were gradually turned into a seemingly chaotic but extremely precise network under the two people's nimble fingers. Then, it was connected to the city's civilian network.
Nine minutes later, the temporary battlefield command center in the underground room was set up. After sending a few data to confirm the ratio of losses and confirming that the channel was unblocked, Xu Le looked at Gu Xifeng with a serious expression. He tilted his head and asked.
Gu Xifeng raised her right arm and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She lowered her voice and confirmed the position of the team members.
"Support the flank fire control?"
"In position."
Hearing Shi Hang's clear reply from the system, Gu Xifeng nodded in satisfaction. She turned to look at Xu Le and reported, "Field Infantry Commander C3 has been successfully set up. There is no problem with encrypted communication within 3,141 meters."
"Confirm, continue," Xu Le said.
"The main fire control group?" Gu Xifeng asked.
In a certain scenic valley on the outskirts of Spring City, in the Southern Sanatorium of the 1st Military Region, Xiong Linquan heard the questioning voice in his helmet. He narrowed his eyes and twisted the last screw on the base of Da Lin's machine gun. He answered in a low voice, "Xiong Linquan, six people in position."
In the forest dozens of square meters around him, Mountain Pao and a few other members of Group 7 were hidden. They crawled in the tall grass and listened to the response from their helmets. They adjusted the aim of the TP Red Dot sniper rifles in their hands and then calmly extended their black gun barrels to aim at the embankment.
The sanatorium building on the other side of the embankment was quiet. A few heavy firing points and a dozen or so military vehicles could be faintly seen in the courtyard.
On the other side of the embankment was the mountain where the team members were hiding. Wintersweet was blooming all over the mountain. They were red, white, and pink, just like the mottled camouflage powder and ink on their helmets.
In a dark room deep in the subway, Gu Xifeng continued to ask in a low voice, "Control of the retreat route?"
A moment later, Bai Yulan's gentle but exceptionally calm voice rang out from the system. "In position."
After a moment of silence, Gu Xifeng glanced at Xu Le and began to confirm the last position. That would be the most crucial point of this operation.
Perhaps affected by the tense atmosphere, Gu Xifeng lowered her voice even more. She muttered, "Is the drug dealer in position?"
In the pitch-black pipe, the unique smell of medicine and the scent of fresh flowers that were definitely not found in normal sanatoriums filled the air. Hu Zonghua, the theater cleaner from South Kezhou, raised his head and looked at the faint light above him. His gloves with small suction cups moved slowly on the smooth pipe like an agile spider.
Hearing the question in the system, Hu Zonghua did not answer. He continued to carefully insert the electric contact chip into the plastic explosives. Then, according to the hologram on his helmet, he accurately attached the explosives to a certain part of the load-bearing alloy beam.
After confirming that the angle was correct, he opened his mouth and put the cotton-like microphone into his mouth. He used his teeth to gently chew on it.
It was dark inside the pipe, so Hu Zonghua could not see any images of the outside world. He also could not see the same pipe on the easternmost side of the sanatorium building. However, he believed that Jiang Jin, who was working in that pipe, should have made the same response as him.
He believed that Jiang Jin would not have any problems "selling the drug" because he was the best drug dealer in Group 7, and Jiang Jin was his disciple.
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Hearing the clear and unpleasant sound of friction, Gu Xifeng could not help but tremble. She said with a bitter face, "Old Hu still has this bad habit."
"It's good that you know where to go."
Xu Le stood up and untied the military backpack at his feet. He took out the necessary equipment and pushed open the iron door. He then looked back at Gu Xifeng with a smile and said, "The battle is about to begin. Let's take off the enemy's clothes first."
Gu Xifeng raised her eyebrows proudly. She signaled for him to leave with a wave of her hand. After the iron door was closed, he crossed his hands and crossed his ten fat fingers. He then rubbed his hands together to heat them up. He then sat in front of the workbench.
His fingers fell lightly, and the four iron doors of the room were instantly locked.
Then, the battle symphony composed by the great composer of the Federation, Mohe, began to reverberate in the dark room. It was passionate and made people's blood boil.
Gu Xifeng was intoxicated by the symphony. Her fingers vibrated at high speed as if she was playing the piano, but also as if she was conducting. Her fingers were as fast as the wind, as fleeting as the dew, as unpredictable as electricity. They strangely brushed past the light screen on the workbench.
Accompanied by the passionate music and the vibrations of her fingers, countless commands were sent from the underground room into the sanatorium through the cable. They instantly invaded the enemy's battlefield command system and completed all the preparations.
At the end of the piano section was an extremely heavy drum beat.
Gu Xifeng opened her eyes wide and stared at the data curve that kept rising and falling on the light screen. Her fingers were raised high in the air. As the drum beat entered her eardrums, her fingers fell and pressed the red button heavily.
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According to the Patriot Act, the Federation government had secretly imprisoned Chief Editor Bob and Reporter Wood. The location of their imprisonment was extremely confidential. Not many people knew about it. These two famous Federation journalists who dared to go against the government had been imprisoned in the South Sanatorium of the First Military District of Spring City.
The ones in charge of the sanatorium's defense were a team from the special forces of Small Eyes and a battalion from the Fourth Quick Reaction Brigade. The commander was Colonel Chen Chunlei.
Using so many elite troops to guard two journalists who had never even fought in their lives seemed a little too tense. However, Colonel Chen Chunlei knew very well that this was because these two journalists were very important to the Federation government.
After receiving information that some rebel veterans might come to rescue the prisoners, the sanatorium strengthened its defense. In particular, the wall in the mountains was temporarily reinforced. Other than the windows that had been replaced with bulletproof glass, even the wall itself was mixed with alloy blocks.
Colonel Chen Chunlei sat behind his desk, holding a cup of tea and checking the defense measures everywhere. He was very calm. If the sanatorium was attacked, his troops only needed to hold on for half an hour before they would receive support from the Spring City garrison. At that time, not to mention the rebel veterans, even if the entire Blackhawk Security Company was mobilized, there would be no need to worry.
Could the special forces of Small Eyes and a battalion hold on for half an hour? Colonel Chen Chunlei's answer was absolute. Of course they could!
Because their mission did not include protecting the two journalists. They only needed to ensure that they did not escape. On the contrary, the enemy's goal was not to kill the two journalists, but to rescue them unharmed.
Under such conditions, even Du Shaoqing's Iron Seventh Division could not do it!
Colonel Chen Chunlei held the cup of tea and looked at the scenery outside the bulletproof glass window. He looked at the mountains covered by the plum blossoms on the other side of the embankment and looked at the enemies that might only exist in his imagination. A mocking smile appeared on his face.
At this time, he suddenly remembered an ancient imperial proverb he had learned in school. He couldn't remember the specific words, but the general meaning was: I sit on a tower somewhere, watching the wind and rain of the mountains, dark and gloomy. Naturally, I am not moved.
Watching other people build tall buildings and watch his building collapse?
Colonel Chen Chunlei shook his head and lamented his declining memory.
However, at this moment, his neck suddenly felt unprecedentedly stiff. His eyes that were looking out of the window rapidly shrank due to fear and disbelief. The teacup in his hand left his trembling hand under the force of gravity and fell heavily to the ground!
Colonel Chen Chunlei's eyes widened as he watched the thick wall in front of him slowly leave the main body of the building like a scene in a fantasy movie. Then, it tilted extremely slowly and fell in the direction of the embankment, revealing the bright sunlight and the clear scenery of plum blossoms outside!
Watch his building collapse?
He stood up straight, trembling in fear, and looked at the cliff-like building at his feet. He looked at the reinforced alloy sandwiched wall that had shattered into countless pieces in the smoke and dust. Only then did he realize that an entire wall of the building had collapsed!
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The square and sturdy sanatorium building stood calmly by the river like a cement box, giving people the feeling that it would never collapse.
However, at a certain moment in the evening, the entire wall of the building that faced the river had a shocking and horrifying change. Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop!
A series of crisp explosive sounds rang out continuously at the joint of the building.
Eighty-six streaks of light smoke shot out rhythmically from both sides of the sanatorium building, from the top to the ground, as neat as a gun salute!
Through the smoke and dust, one could vaguely see the trails of the propelling devices making precise angle adjustments!
The entire wall of the sanatorium building slowly left the building and tilted in the direction of the embankment, as if it had been casually chopped off by the creator from the clouds.
The entire wall began to tilt extremely slowly, to the point that it could be seen with the naked eye that it was reluctant to part from the building. One could clearly see the steel beams that were torn apart by the weight, as well as the pieces of cement that hung down like teardrops.
Then, the speed at which the wall fell became faster and faster. Finally, it violently smashed into the green space beside the embankment, shattering into countless broken walls and sending smoke and dust flying everywhere.
This scene was simply too horrifying.
The people in the building watched as the wall beside them left them. They watched as the light suddenly brightened, and the scenery outside the building became the decoration inside the room. They were dumbfounded and didn't know what to say. They walked to the broken wall in a daze and watched as the smoke and dust gradually rose. They didn't expect this to be an attack at all, and they didn't know that they had become the scenery in the sights of some people in the wilderness.
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The explosion plan designed by Gu Xifeng perfectly utilized the location of the explosion point and the time difference between the continuous explosion path and the stress caused by the tearing effect.
Of course, if the wall of the sanatorium building facing the river was a normal structure, it would be very difficult to make it fall in such an orderly, exaggerated, and even magical manner. Hu Zonghua and his disciple Jiang Jin might have to crawl in the pipe for a longer time, sell more explosives, and take more risks.
However, the sanatorium building had just been reinforced. The alloy sandwiched layers were like countless tough needles that sewed the somewhat brittle wall into a solid whole. As a result, the wall collapsed, creating a spectacular scene.
An entire wall of the sanatorium building collapsed, and it was the wall facing the embankment that collapsed. This was like a strong young man waving a flag and swearing to protect his chastity suddenly having his clothes ripped apart by a shameless and powerful thug, forcing him to reveal all his weak spots and weaknesses.
47 rooms were exposed in the afterglow. The people in the 47 rooms held their heads and rubbed their hair. They stood at the edge of the cliff-like building and looked down in fear.
Between the broken walls of the building, different stories were happening. There were nurses screaming in fear and soldiers calling for help in vain. Somewhere on the top floor, there were two extremely weak reporter prisoners who had been tortured. They slowly rubbed their eyes, trying to confirm that they were not hallucinating again because of the noise.
Colonel Chen Chunlei stood in the sunset that he usually admired the most. He looked at where the smoke and dust gradually settled and the flowing golden light in the river. He opened his arms helplessly, not knowing what had happened in this world.
At this moment, a rough voice rang out in the wilderness opposite the embankment. Because of the distance, the voice was clearly amplified by equipment, making it sound abnormally powerful and arrogant.
"The people in the opposite building, listen up. You have been surrounded. Please put down your weapons and surrender immediately!"
"I repeat, you have been surrounded. Please surrender immediately!"
The entire wall of the building that faced the river had collapsed, and 47 rooms were exposed to the twilight, exposed to who knew how many sniper rifle barrels. This was the most ruthless and domineering encirclement.
As if to prove this point, a clear gunshot rang out in the Plum Mountain opposite the river. In a room on the sixth floor of the building, a small-eyed elite special forces soldier who tried to raise his gun to counterattack fell down.
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I need some excitement from everyone. I hope that those who still have monthly tickets and recommendation tickets will give them to me. Everyone knows that I don't care about the ranking or the prize. Otherwise, I wouldn't have refused them. It's just that there are only a few days left. I need some excitement. I want to finish this in one go.
"Also, I decided on the final tone of this interview two days ago. I'll report first. I decided not to be serious. I want to be awesome. I want to end this story with a bang!
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