In the dark of night, the steel monster C13OJ transport plane landed on the runway of Pakistan Tower Peshawar Air Base, and the flight tires taller than a person rubbed violently on the slightly rudimentary runway, making a squeaking sound and bringing up puffs of white smoke.
On the tarmac, Jon, the captain of the Delta Special Forces team, codenamed "Lightning", drove the jeep directly to the plane that had stopped, and stood swaggering under the belly of the plane, watching the groups of American soldiers lining up from the cabin.
"Captain, who are we going to go on a mission in Afghanistan this time?"
asked Sergeant Anderson, a sniper standing beside him.
The war in Afghanistan is already in full swing, and as a member of the Delta, at this moment, he is in the base hundreds of kilometers away in the rear, and he can't help but watch his hands itch when he is shot.
"It was a task personally given by the Ministry of Defense."
Jon chewed gum and replied crisply.
Leonard, a machine gunner and bomb expert, said: "It sounded like a CIA operation.
"Working with the CIA is a common occurrence for Delta members.
"I don't know."
Jon didn't take his eyes off the plane.
"Jon, why didn't you do a mission briefing" This time it was Ensign Rhodes in the group, his rank was the highest in the group except for Jon, and this guy was a bachelor of psychology, a psychological warfare and communications expert, and even more awesomely, this guy was proficient in Persian, which was the second most spoken language in Afghanistan.
"There is no information, we are waiting here for the other party to come, and they will assign us tasks."
Jon took a slight tilt this time.
"How do I have a bad premonition" Sergeant Cambridge, the precision shooter, sat in the back seat of the jeep, the cigarette in his mouth lit up in the night.
As soon as he said it, everyone's hearts seemed to be shrouded in a shadow.
According to the fixed procedure, the team was about to leave, and there was no information about the operation at hand, which was too unusual Long Yun and Gege got off the plane with tactical gear on their backs, Jon raised his eyebrows, and his only information was a photo of the two of them.
"Captain Longyun, Captain Alice" Jon took two steps forward and gave a military salute.
Long Yun was stunned for a moment, but he immediately came back to his senses, this time their cover identity was an intelligence analyst sent by the DOD, and before leaving, Finch had thrown two sets of camouflage uniforms with military ranks in addition to handing them over the relevant dog tags and identification documents.
"Hello, Lieutenant Jon."
Long Yun returned the salute and stretched out his hand to shake the big man in front of him.
Jon was a tall fellow, with a broad chest, thick arms, and a thick brown beard that even covered his face, like a coconut-shell broom without a handle hanging from his chin.
"This is my team."
Jon pointed to the subordinates behind him, Long Yun looked at these guys, almost all of them had a feature, that is, they had a broom-like beard, and the clothes on their bodies were very different from the orthodox 6 fighters, obviously they were all modified at will.
When Long Yun was in Africa, he also knew a few mercenaries who had retired from seals and deltas, and knew that the members of the US special forces had a considerable degree of freedom, and they could change their guns and equipment according to their own needs.
Shaking hands with the elites one by one, Jon pointed to the lane, "The higher authorities have asked us to cooperate with you, and I think you can give us a mission briefing now." ” "There is no briefing, your mission this time is just to lead the way, just send us to Mazar-i-Sharif, and you don't have to worry about other things."
Long Yun said.
"Let's get in the car first" C13o finished unloading personnel and equipment, and was already on the runway to start turning around, and the loud roar made Jon have to start yelling at the top of his throat.
Everyone got into two jeeps, and Long Yun and Gege followed Jon in the first car, and the car drove towards a hangar in the distance.
"Kabul can't go for the time being, now the big forces are concentrated on the Mazar-e-Sharif side, the Taliban have a lot of supporters in Mazar-i-Sharif, we have been carpet-bombing for two days, and the ground troops are still entangled around the city, and they can't get in."
Jon said.
"It's okay, we can go in directly with your large army, and when we get there, we'll leave by ourselves, so you don't have to bother anymore."
Long Yun said.
This made Jon and another Delta team member in the car, Anderson, a little surprised, in their opinion, many of these intelligence analysis officers from DOD are like the O white-collar workers behind the desks of large companies on Wall Street, doing paperwork, but they didn't expect to be so loud that they don't have to take care of themselves.
"Captain Long, it's not a playground, it's a battlefield," he said with some teasing.
"It's okay, we can take care of ourselves."
Long Yun knew that Jon was looking down on himself and Gege, and he didn't plan to talk to this pretentious Delta Operation Commander.
"Well, since you have to insist, you are the superior, you have the final say."
Jon finished coldly and exchanged glances with Anderson, which seemed to mean that if these guys want to die, don't stop them, let them go.
"Route 6 is impassable, and now there are ambushes everywhere, and if we follow the large army at the border, it is estimated that it will take a long time."
Jon added, "How much more time do you need?"
"Within five days."
Long Yun opened his right hand and shook it.
"Otherwise, we can try to fly to the Bagrams airfield, where two companies of the 82nd Airborne Division and the 1O Mountain Division are attacking."
"If we're lucky not to be shot down, we can skydive there," Jon said.
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Then follow Route 3, through the Salang Pass, and head northwest past Ibak to reach Mazar-i-Sharif's forward headquarters. ” "Okay, just do as you say."
Long Yun looked sideways at Gege, "What do you think?"
"No problem, whatever."
Gege didn't seem to be worried at all.
The car drove into the hangar, Jon went directly to contact the plane, and Long Yun and Gege followed several Delta members to wait in the hangar.
It didn't take long for Jon to return.
"No transport aircraft can be found, only the 16o aviation regiment has helicopters."
Jon said dejectedly: "The other transport planes have missions now, and they can't be transferred for the time being, unless they wait until the day after tomorrow." ” "The day after tomorrow" Gege raised his head, "No, the night is long and there are many dreams, we have to enter Afghanistan immediately." ” Although there are still five days before the entrance to the temple opens, there are many places to pass through in between, and the battlefield is changing rapidly, so no one dares to guarantee that there will be any obstacles along the way.
It's always good to go early.
H6O helicopter. ” "Helicopter is helicopter, let's go" Long Yun slapped his thigh and stood up.
Go early and come back early, for Long Yun, this war is just a passerby, and Long Yun is very disgusted by the things that politicians have made
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