Chapter 307: The Isolated Army in the Foreign Land (Part 1)

The gray streamlined federal fighter jet roared through the airspace above the courtyard, tearing through countless raindrops, completing a chic rolling action at a high altitude, flying away at high speed, like a gray harrier tearing away the clouds.

Because they went deep into the intertwined areas of the Southwest War Zone, the Gray Harrier fighter planes left without returning and did not make routine results confirmation. In fact, all six ground-to-ground missiles under the wing were shot into the small courtyard, what else should I confirm?

The vegetable leaves that were moistened by raindrops instantly dried up and then disappeared into ashes. The building overturned and then exploded into countless whistling pieces of gravel. The red brick wall around it was even shattered on the wet mud by the huge power of the explosion. It was soft like a piece of biscuit soaked in water, confirming the terrifying effect of the previous attack. Within a range of hundreds of square meters, all the voles underground were probably dead.

In the dense forest hundreds of meters behind the courtyard, everyone crawled behind the wet green hills, staring at the burning ruins of the courtyard with wide eyes, feeling the still burning hot air flow between so far away, and couldn't help but change his face and remained silent for a long time.

I don’t know who broke the suffocation atmosphere at this time and murmured: “It’s so fucking ruthless with two graphite fiber bundles of incendiary bombs.”

On the stretcher behind the crowd, Dongfang Yu pressed the soil under the mud with his right hand and barely supported his body. His eyes became a little hollow, but he still whispered: "Don't believe that imperial man, this must be a mistake, yes, it must be a mistake."

Except for Paul exchanging a sarcastic smile with the other imperial captor, the federal soldiers who were still in a strong shock were not concerned about Dongfang Yu, and no one was in the mood to argue with him. Facts are better than words, and cold facts are better than any trust.

Xu Le took off the leaf on his face, frowned slightly, and found that the equipment in the marching backpack was not responding, which meant that the contact with the spaceship outside the atmosphere was interrupted again.

Xiong Linquan silently looked at the flames that were still sticking out his tongue in the heavy rain, and said to Zhu'er who was lying beside him: "Look at the signal strength. After the continuous duration exceeds the predetermined value, we will reconnect to the previous communication channel and tell the base that we encountered an attack on a Federal Grey Harrier fighter and asked what happened."

Zhu'er looked at him in surprise and found that Xiong Linquan was not talking angry. She subconsciously looked at Xu Le. She found that the head was silent. She couldn't help but rub her curly hair hard in anger. According to his instructions, she began to search for signal channels through the filtering device.

Xiong Linquan explained to the team members expressionlessly, and also explained to Xu Le: "That is our own army, we must make the final confirmation."

"It's done, but..."

Zhu'er took off the Houyuan headphones and looked at Xiong Linquan and Xu Le with a hint of sadness and anger, and said, "There is no echo, the frequency band of the base has entered a state of silence."

He should be responsible for receiving or rescuing his own base communication. At this time, he entered a strange state of silence. People behind the mountains and forests knew what this meant.

As if infected by the silence in the communication system, the people who were lying on the ground in the rain fell into a dead silence, and Dongfang Yu finally slowly closed his mouth.

Xu Le narrowed his eyes, looked at the movements in the fields in the rain, climbed up from the wetland, took three deep breaths, and twisted his eyebrows tightly into one place and muttered, "I'll tick you, he tick you."

Monkey, a former team member in the seventh group, was always in charge of the surveillance watch in the tree house. He finally left the courtyard and was shocked by the fighter plane. He kept paying attention to Xu Le. After hearing this, he whispered to the soldier beside him: "The boss doesn't like to swear very much, but sometimes he can't help it, so he likes to do this kind of automatic silence. The meaning of this sentence is: I'll fuck you, that's a fucking silence."

The soldier who had just joined NTR for half a year said in shock: "This is really dirty."

"So you have to silence it, right? By the way, our group 7 also had this habit. No one has used it in the past two years, but now the boss is back? I guess you have to pick it up again. I think you are usually honest and honest. You must pay attention to studying in this area in the future so that you will not fall behind."

The seventh group member nicknamed Monkey is Jinru Se, who is from Linhaizhou. His parents are both powerful people in the university town. He is a family-oriented and elegant school student. However, after years of mingling with the seventh group on the front line, he has long become a rude man full of swearing words.

Like Ruse, the seven-group veterans like Zhuershan Cannon, although they were angry and sad that the federal military not only gave up on themselves, but also wanted to murder themselves, they were not nervous, nor were they desperate. The seven-group tradition has always allowed anger but not despair. What's more, they have welcomed their leaders back now, and they dare to explore the road ahead of storms!

Just as Russe translated his swear words to the latecomer, Xiong Linquan stood up with a heavy gun and said in a deep voice: "Severe off all communication channels and take off your enemy and me."

Everyone took off the metal buckle from their belt without hesitation and destroyed it extremely. Dongfang Yu on the stretcher was silent for a moment, and trembled his hands to take out the decipher in the mezzanine of the stretcher and threw it out.

A hard military boot crushed the metal piece representing the identity of a federal soldier.

Xiong Linquan slowly withdrew his right foot and let the rain hit his expressionless cheek. He looked at everyone and said in a deep voice: "From now on, we will be a real lonely army."

"We will have no base, no rear, fight alone in the foreign land, everyone will be our enemies, we will have no more tasks, the only task is to survive."

"We must live, return to the base alive, no, return to the Federation alive, expose this very bad thing, expose the big men who ordered fighter jets to bomb our assholes, and then pull off their bird eggs. This is my order."

The soldiers in the rain stood straight. Whether they were the members of the first seven groups or the veterans of NT, they were expressionless, silent and determined, without any passionate oath, but full of strong will. Even Paul and the other imperial captive could feel a certain heat in the wind and rain.

Xu Le leaned against a green tree and looked at Xiong Linquan's burly figure in the rain, and couldn't help but smile. The reckless and aggressive subordinates at that time have now grown into an excellent commander, but he had to interrupt the other party's extremely beautiful combat mobilization and said:

"The Federal response is not that fast, and the second wave of attacks should not come soon, but I think the previous explosion is quite disturbing, and some imperial troops should come to see it, so go quickly."

Xiong Linquan looked back at him, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Boss, where are we going?"

Finally, he heard the long-lost name from him. Xu Le appeared for a moment and scratched his wet hair with a smile and replied softly: "If you are not afraid of being sold by us, then I suggest walking a long way to the place where the most people in the Empire first."

The soldiers in the rain all laughed.

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In the evening, the lonely army of six lightly wounded, one seriously injured on a stretcher, five healthy federal soldiers, two imperial prisoners and a certain imperial prince came quietly to an abandoned graphite mine under the cover of dull twilight and rain.

Xu Le is very familiar with this abandoned mine pit and is very good at using this landform to fight. So after a brief discussion, the team chose this place as a temporary camp for overnight stays.

A observation post was arranged in the valley behind the side. Xu Le patrolled the modified gun vigilantly for a week, confirming that the camp was temporarily safe, and then relaxed a little. When he returned to the dark tunnel, he finally had the opportunity to talk to Paul.

The joy of reunion after a long separation and Paul's confusion and doubts about his identity were not needed. Xu Le did not tell him the bad news that Aunt Susan was seriously ill, but just smiled and comforted the young man that he would definitely let him leave this terrifying planet that he would live.

Paul was captured for two months, his body was a little weak, and he gradually fell asleep in the excitement, tense and confused mood. Xu Le quietly looked at his still childish face, pulled the zipper of his sleeping bag for him, and walked out.

After a whole day of rain, the clouds in the sky were still as thick as lead clouds. I don’t know how many electron turbulences rolled and struggled among the clouds. The bright full moon on the horizon only came out for a very short time and was swallowed in an instant, and the mine entered a darkness.

Xiong Linquan touched it in the darkness, took out a cigarette, ripped it in half, handed it to Xu Le, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew it with saliva.

"I am not as addicted to smoking as before. I probably haven't been to the battlefield for a long time." Xu Le gently rubbed the tobacco with his fingertips and said with a smile: "I don't know if Lao Bai has successfully quit smoking."

"He should be almost three years old. I heard that he is a daughter." Xiong Linquan said.

"Have a good daughter, as delicate as him, she will definitely be popular when she grows up." Xu Le paused slightly and suddenly asked, "How many people are left?"

Xiong Linquan was silent for a long time and replied: "Thirty-seven."

Xu Le looked at the occasional fire in the night sky in the distance, frowned and said, "We had 137 people in 5460 back then, but now there is only a fraction of them left?"

"I'm talking about people who are still in the army. You... After running away, some guys chose to retire like Lao Bai. Liu Jiao retired two years ago. Now he drives a taxi in the capital and has a good income. He just said that he always gets a cramp in the rainy days and can't even hold the steering wheel."

"Do you still remember the hole in his stomach that year? He always complained in the letter that it was a sequelae of the injury. I couldn't understand it. I had no joints in my stomach. Can I still get rheumatism and stomach? Fuck me."

Xiong Linquan cursed with a smile, and spit out the tobacco saliva in his mouth with a spit.

Xu Le narrowed his eyes and sighed: "It's good to be discharged from the army, at least he's still alive."

Xiong Linquan only said that some people were discharged from the army, but he refused to say how many people were discharged from the army. He understood what it meant - many of the guys in the seven groups left forever because of this war.
Chapter completed!