After a slight sniff, the burning smell made Plenyakov frown slightly.
The expression on his face under the sunglasses could not be seen clearly, but his eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything carefully looked at the forest in front of him. .
The Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopter had already smashed a big hole in the forest, and even more than a dozen trees had been broken and smashed.
The burning remains of the helicopter had ignited the fallen branches and leaves, and thick smoke was rising.
But facing the burning smell, Plenyakov's mouth showed a slight mocking smile.
His eyes followed the rotation of his neck and looked at the helicopter wreckage very carefully.
After a while, He nodded, turned around and looked at the Soviet soldiers following him, cleared his throat and said, "This is obvious."
"What?"
The Soviet soldiers behind him all turned to look at him, but in addition to anger and hatred, there was also a little panic in their eyes.
Assault rifles, they were carefully guarding the surrounding forest.
Even in the depths of the forest not far away, there were Soviet soldiers holding RD light machine guns, guarding them with cold faces.
As long as any suspicious target appeared in front of them.
In front of me, if the password doesn't match, I'm afraid I'm going to be brutally shot without mercy.
And just under their feet, there were still bloody corpses lying in a mess, wearing the same uniforms as them, and even holding the same weapons in their hands.
However, the strong smell of blood was stronger than the burning smell.
In less than half an hour, the blood had infected the surface of the dense forest and attracted countless scavenging and blood-sucking mosquitoes.
The buzzing sound had already made up for it.
He entered this forest and greedily enjoyed the blood everywhere.
"It's a conspiracy, isn't it?
It's an obvious conspiracy."
Prenyakov raised his head slightly and adjusted the big-brimmed hat on his forehead, making the five-pointed star on the sickle and hammer head more vivid.
Meticulous observation is a talent he has had since birth.
Looking at the black wreckage of the helicopter and the small flames still burning, the corner of his mouth turned up with a mocking smile: "Yes, this is a conspiracy."
His eyes looked through The sunglasses seem to bring out some kind of brilliance: "What makes me curious is why the Americans have our RG18 disposable rockets."
His words have not yet finished.
The surrounding soldiers responsible for protecting him suddenly widened their eyes.
Especially the frightened eyes couldn't help but subconsciously look at the wreckage of the helicopter, which was still burning with flames licking the paint on the fuselage, and was still releasing thick black smoke, which condensed into a ball and shot straight into the sky.
And they couldn't help but look at the wreckage of three other helicopters more than ten meters away, which also emitted the pungent burnt smell and billowing smoke.
"Right there, on the ground, the rocket went up and hit the bottom of our unwary helicopter."
Looking at the shocked looks on the faces of the group of Soviet soldiers around them.
Instead, Prenyakov nodded slightly.
He was as reserved as a proud scholar, walking on the soft soil in the dense forest.
His spotlessly polished leather boots now looked a little dirty, but he did not He continued to walk forward disapprovingly, until he came to a dense bush, nodded slowly and said: "Right here, they fired more than eight RG18 rockets."
Prenyakov's eyes narrowed slightly.
He slowly squatted behind the bush and looked at the inconspicuous traces.
But the corner of his mouth still curled up in a mocking smile.
His white hands stretched out to touch the ground, and the slight hardness contained uneven undulations.
This made his brows slightly relax, and he nodded lightly to the soldiers who were following him closely behind him.
He couldn't help but He praised: "Very good, perfect concealment.
Very good, sudden attack."
He paused, shook his head slightly and said, "This ambush is simply perfect."
You can still see traces of someone lying there behind the bushes, and when Prenyakov put his hand on the footprints, his face looked a little strange.
He found the deep footprints.
Except for jumping down from a three-meter-high tree, it would be impossible for ordinary people to step out.
And he looked up at a primitive giant tree next to him.
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It looked as thick as a person hugging each other, but it didn't leave any trace of climbing.
Frowning slightly, just when he was confused, the figure walking quickly on the path made him couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "My poor comrade leader is here."
"Comrade Political Commissar, what exactly happened here?
This is simply the cruelest battlefield."
A colonel had also quickly arrived at the dense forest on foot, but his expression was quite embarrassing.
Especially looking at the closely guarded soldiers around him and the strong smell of blood, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.
Seeing Prenyakov, the political commissar of the island defense group there, he couldn't help but walk over quickly, looked at the miserable corpses around him, and suppressed the anger in his heart and asked: "This island is obviously ours.
How could such a tragic battle happen at a missile base?”
"A tragic battle!
No, Comrade Commander, I want to correct it."
Prenyakov raised the corner of his mouth, looking at the colonel in front of him with an extremely embarrassed look on his face, but he understood the fear in his heart.
As a commander sent by the Soviet Union to this island to establish a frontline base, he originally had a bright future.
However, once the death of two platoons was known to the upper leadership, his military career may have come to an end.
And he also understood that the colonel really didn't know anything about the group battle, and he smiled slightly, with indifference in his tone: "This is a massacre, a massacre with a conspiracy."
"What massacre?
Why am I responsible for guarding this island?
As the leader, why don't I know anything?"
The colonel leader was obviously extremely angry, and his fists were clenched.
But he looked at the cliff in front of him, where many Soviet soldiers were standing there with rifles in hand.
His eyes were slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and walked over there, while looking at the bushes and woods around him.
Looking at the corpses of Soviet soldiers under the ground and the wreckage of the crashed helicopter in the woods nearby, I was already extremely angry: "Who can tell me what happened here?"
The guard following him moved forward, but the AK assault rifle in his hand was instantly raised.
Their eyes were solemn and solemn, but there was no fear at all.
Their eyes were looking at the corpses on the cliff one by one, almost completely covering the grass, but they were all holding their breath.
They spread out and carefully protected the colonel behind them.
The colonel leader suddenly pushed away a guard and strode out of the shadows at the edge of the woods.
His eyes were wide open, and he even looked at the pile of corpses covered with a layer of corpses and the almost adult corpses.
Seeing the stream's bleeding, he even subconsciously froze on the spot.
The bright red appearance completely made his eyes bloodshot, and his tightly clenched fists felt as if nails were piercing into the palms of his hands.
Drops of blood flowed down the seams of his hands and fell to pieces on the ground.
"There's shotguns, there's automatic rifles."
Prenyakov walked over from behind.
As a political commissar, the guards did not stop him.
However, these guards looked at the almost slaughterhouse-like appearance in front of them, and their hands holding the AK assault rifles were slightly white-haired.
However, Plunyakov raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Looking at the colonel in front of him who was holding his hand fiercely, he walked over and patted his shoulder, which was hard due to tight muscles, and said calmly: "4a1 Assault rifles, Americans did it.”
"American" But the colonel leader looked at the group of corpses lying on the ground on the edge of the cliff in front of him, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
He had already seen the ragged appearance of the corpses and the miserable condition of the corpses with their hands still on their backs, and he had also seen the U.S. federal uniforms worn on the corpses.
The soldiers with assault rifles suddenly fell silent.
Just because he's silent doesn't mean he doesn't know, and just because he's silent doesn't mean he doesn't understand.
But the hand he was still holding tightly and the teeth he was gritting showed the anger in his heart.
Prenyakov also saw his depressed look, but he slowly took half a step back, looked at him with a calm face and said softly: "There is no way, this is a task assigned by the Counterrevolutionary Committee.
Sometimes these are political needs.”
"Politics required us to massacre the prisoners and then be chased by the Americans for revenge."
A Makarov pistol had been taken out from the colonel's arms, and he turned to look at the political commissar behind him fiercely.
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He shook his head slowly, his eyes were red.
Even looking at the political commissar Plunyakov, the anger in his heart made him have some desperate thoughts.
The finger slowly placed on the trigger, and he breathed deeply: "Give me a reason not to kill you, you traitor to the Soviet Union."
But there was no fear on Plunyakov's calm face.
He shrugged slightly, looked at the colonel in front of him, but just sighed helplessly: "I am not a traitor, I am just carrying out the purge of counter-revolutionaries."
It's just an order from the committee."
Before he could finish his words, he turned towards the secret.
Walking into the forest, looking at his arrogant appearance, the colonel gritted his teeth and let out an angry roar.
His furious mind was about to pull the trigger in his hand, but the guard behind him who was originally protecting him suddenly stopped.
He raised the butt of the AK assault rifle and hit him hard on the back of the head.
Then Prenyakov's voice came: "Send him back to Moscow.
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