"Little brother, you are from the capital with the accent?" The person who spoke to Xu Chuan was a man in his early thirties. He looked completely different from an ordinary soldier. His hair was wrapped in a headscarf, his skin was dark, and his sleeves were rolled to his elbow and his tattoo on his forearm was exposed.
The man had a smile on his face, handed a cigarette, and whispered an authentic Beijing accent. Xu Chuan waved his hand, rejected his kindness, and replied with a smile, "I don't know, my home is in Beijing, but I am from Tianjin."
"That's a fellow villager." Seeing that Xu Chuan refused, he didn't care. He lit one for himself, and then started talking to Xu Chuan.
These people quickly washed away the oil paint on their faces and took off their equipment. Everyone looked like soldiers, but more like hikers on a trip. Xu Chuan asked them to put on Russian military uniforms, not to mention that the clothes brought by the drunkard pilot were quite suitable.
After watching them deal with all the things they could not take away, "Who can drive?" Xu Chuan took out the key and held it in his hand. He really didn't want to drive this piece of rag again. The steering assist was equivalent to not being there, and this was a car in a relatively good condition.
"I'll do it, I'll do it." The 'members''s eyes flashed clearly, and he took the key and sat in the cab.
Seven people sat in the back carriage, Xu Chuan was sitting in the passenger seat, and until now, no one else had ever said anything to him. Although this fellow villager said a lot, he had never even mentioned his name.
While starting the car, the fellow villager talked to Xu Chuan, "Don't mind, they don't talk much, and they are just to avoid causing trouble for you."
Xu Chuan nodded, and he expressed his understanding. It would be better to be careful when going out. Even Xu Zhengyang could not really guarantee anything.
But these people didn't say anything, and Xu Chuan's idea of ​​poaching was ruined. What people who do sales fear the most is not rejection, but you ignore him.
Xu Chuan pointed at the road, but there was nothing to point out, because there was only one way to take the car, just drive along.
After returning to the front-line airport without any danger, Xu Chuan was almost asleep. There were a lot of people in the airport, and the few people in the car became obviously nervous.
Xu Chuan took out the pass issued by the headquarters, and the guard took a look and let it go. While driving the car, the fellow villager asked curiously, "Brother, you're wild enough." You must know that this is the front line, so it's so easy to put these raw faces in. Will it be a little too ridiculous?
"Give me money." Xu Chuan took out a document with a photo he posted on it, "I am now from the Military Region General Staff."
"I admire you, then you can see if we should leave quickly and don't delay your future." The fellow villager smiled with a flattering smile.
Xu Chuan thought for a while, "That's fine. I originally wanted to keep you for a meal. I think the cafeteria here is OK. Since you are so anxious, then forget it."
"It's okay, let's go back to the capital and meet again."
Xu Chuan found several pilots and carefully observed their consciousness to ensure that the group of drunkards would not knock the plane into the mountain.
Smith and the others looked at the people Xu Chuan brought back and said nothing, but they just had tacit things.
Arriving on two planes, Albert took two sleeping pills and had already fallen asleep. Parker tied him to the seat. It seemed that this was his fate. He also checked his seat belt several times.
The plane that had been filled with fuel flew towards the southern border. According to the agreement with Xu Zhengyang, just put them near the border. Alas, give him some time. Xu Chuan can directly arrange for them to take civil aviation back to the capital, so why is it so troublesome?
The fellow villager waved his hand in the face of the helicopter airflow, holding the business card sent to each of them by Xu Chuan.
This is a big prairie. At this time, autumn is gradually approaching. The grass is slightly yellow. There are boundary markers dozens of meters away. You can go home by just passing through.
"Son of Turtle, I haven't spoken, but I'm suffocating myself." This is an inconspicuous middle-aged man in the team. No matter his height, appearance and temperament, he is ordinary, and he can't be more ordinary.
"Boss, you're too cautious. This was introduced by Lao Xu." The fellow villager who had been chatting with Xu Chuan came over and looked through the card in his hand. The old Xu he said was naturally Xu Zhengyang.
"Safety first, you know a hammer, hurry up and follow." Several people quickly crossed the border and walked further south.
But they were discovered by the border patrol team after walking two kilometers. The Russian military uniforms they were wearing almost made the border guards shoot directly.
"Contact your superiors, our identification code is xxxxxxxxxx. They know how to identify us."
The border guards kept a certain distance and surrounded them in an L-shaped shape. The Type 03 rifle in their hands always pointed at these people, and did not relax their guard because of their words.
A captain contacted his superiors on the walkie-talkie and reported the situation. Not long after, two Mi17s and two Z9s of the mainland appeared in the sky. After the plane landed, it was Xu Zhengyang who walked down from above.
In Zakayev's military base, the Russian army is clearing out deadly tough elements who are still fighting to the end, but it is not far from the end of the battle.
The wounded are being sent to a field hospital for treatment, and the OTAN coalition forces are also undergoing renovations. The battle now does not require them to intervene. More Russian soldiers have rushed over and they need to completely control the base. The authorities will investigate here later.
There must be a lot of information available here. Governments of various countries are fighting for the right to investigate with Russia, but they are firmly rejected. Before the war is over, both sides almost turn against each other. In the end, the Russian side only agreed to the results of the public investigation, but everyone knows that there is no meaning.
Fortunately, the military purpose has been achieved this time, and the subsequent negotiations are about how much advantage you can take. You can get the best, and you cannot or lose.
Almost everyone was injured in the Delta Alloy Squad and SAS. Sandman's squad member McCoy had a hole in his abdomen by a metal strip. Fortunately, he did not seriously injure the internal organs. They would be sent to the Russian military hospital for first aid and then transported back to China by a special plane.
"Price." Sandman patted the old guy on the shoulder, "This time is finally over."
Price took out his cigar, "Yeah, it's over."
At Dubai Sailing Hotel, Vladimir Makarov, who had been recuperating from the wounds, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, looking at the sea outside the window, the prosthetic limbs were installed on his left arm. He already knew the news of Zakayev's death and was in a very complicated mood.
"Vladimir, it's all over." His comrade Yuri said from the side. For some reason, he felt much more relaxed when he heard that Zakayev was dead.
Chapter completed!