This is a short-range missile, and I don’t know where it was launched from. One thing is certain, this missile is aimed at Xiao He, and Yan Fenghuo is not the only one who wants to kill Xiao He.
Yan Fenghuo, who was about to pull the trigger, was horrified. He immediately lay on his side on the ground and rolled into the flowers. This was the most basic tactical evasive action for the incoming missile. As for whether he could avoid the missile attack, he could only leave it to fate.
.
"Whoosh!"
The missile falling from the sky carried a hurricane force, broke through the ground at a 45-degree angle, and penetrated.
A sound like a bulldozer sounded. Although it only lasted a few seconds, everyone in the manor was stunned. They forgot to avoid and escape, and were helpless waiting for death to come.
This is a GBU-39 precision-guided delayed small-diameter bomb that can penetrate into the ground and then explode in a delayed manner. Yan Fenghuo tried this bomb in Myanmar and almost died. The terrifying thing about it is not the delay, but the delay.
Terrible shock wave.
The explosion of a GBU-39 precision-guided delayed small-diameter bomb was enough to completely overturn the manor. No one could escape the force of the shock wave.
"Dead!" Yan Fenghuo spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Da da da..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
"Da da da..."
"..."
Explosive gunshots suddenly rang out from all directions, and groups of heavily armed soldiers rushed into the manor, killing everyone on sight, completing control of the manor in an instant.
Yan Fenghuo was pulled out and thrown in front of Xiao He.
"Target confirmed! Target confirmed!" an officer shouted over the radio.
At this time, Xiao He seemed to have only one expression: a bitter smile.
"Red shirt army." Xiao He whispered to Yan Fenghuo.
The Red Shirt Army, the force of the current prime minister, is an armed force loyal to the people's power.
"Bang!"
A rifle butt hit Yan Fenghuo's head, his vision went black and he fainted.
Before he passed out, Yan Fenghuo knew that the military rebellion in Thailand had begun. The target of the red shirt army was Xiao He. The beautiful Prime Minister Yingluck Shinawatra finally took action against Xiao He...
China, People's Liberation Army General Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.
Yan Fenghuo, who was wrapped in gauze like a mummy, held the hand of the beautiful female nurse and refused to let go. His eyes exposed in the gauze stared at the little nurse with infinite longing and full of sorrow.
"I want to be discharged from the hospital, I must be discharged from the hospital!" Yan Fenghuo made a pleading voice.
"You cannot be discharged from the hospital," the nurse said patiently: "Although your recovery ability is very good, the wound is too dense and deep and must be reconditioned."
"My face..." Yan Fenghuo pointed to his cheek.
"I don't know, I'm afraid it won't be the same as before." The little nurse said pitifully: "You don't know that when you were carried in, the wounds on your body began to fester, and you could barely sew them together to keep it together.
Growing well is already the best result. Anyway, you must be disfigured anyway."
When Yan Fenghuo woke up, he found that he was in the capital. After being knocked unconscious by the red shirt soldiers in Xiao He's manor, he knew nothing about what happened next.
Eight days later, I woke up and asked the nurse to find out that I had been in a coma for eight days. And these eight days were only the time when I entered the People's Liberation Army General Hospital, not counting the time I spent in Thailand.
How did you come back? Yingluck?
Yan Fenghuo didn't know, but after all, he was in China now. As for what Thailand had become, what Yingluck's regime had become, and what Xiao He's fate would be, he no longer wanted to know. He just wanted to know why he was in China and why.
At the People's Liberation Army General Hospital.
No, no, no, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is how to remove the scars on his face. This is the key among the keys.
"Who sent me here?" Yan Fenghuo asked.
"I don't know." The little nurse shook her head and said to Yan Fenghuo: "Chief, please stop making fun of me. I'm just a little nurse and I don't know anything."
The little nurse was so helpless that she had no words to say. The chief had been holding her hand since she woke up and kept talking about discharge from the hospital. Alas...
"What chief? I'm a top soldier." Yan Fenghuo blinked his eyes, suddenly whistled, and said to the little nurse with a smile: "I know your spare time life is not very exciting, as long as you let me leave the hospital, I will take you
Have a nice trip around the capital. By the way, is there any problem with distribution after retirement? Haha, it’s all on me. Brother, I don’t have much, just a lot of money. Hehehehe...sister, please let me out of the hospital. I will live in this world all my life.
It’s on my face…”
Yan Fenghuo babbled, rubbed and rubbed, and refused to let go of the little nurse's hand. He was in pain all over now, and he needed someone to cover him and send him out, otherwise he would have run away long ago.
He has to go to Korea...
"Chief, please respect yourself." The little nurse's face fell, and she pointed to a set of military uniforms placed on the bedside and said: "Comrade Senior Colonel, although I am just an ordinary conscript, the generals I have seen are still
It’s really a lot. If you continue to pester me, I will report it to the dean immediately.”
Yan Fenghuo turned his head in confusion and saw a set of military uniforms neatly placed on the table, with the rank of colonel hanging on it. There was an officer's ID card next to the clothes, with a gilded five-pointed star reflected on the red background, and two gilded five-pointed stars inside.
Word: August 1.
Seeing these two things, Yan Fenghuo let go of the little nurse's hand, struggled to take the officer's ID card and opened it. What he saw was his one-inch photo, as well as the military rank, position and clear steel seal below.
The little nurse took the opportunity to get away from Yan Fenghuo and ran out of the intensive care unit.
"Go back to the army?" Yan Fenghuo's eyes straightened.
He guessed who brought him here, and he also knew that he would have to return to the army after he recovered from his injuries.
He changed his job, but his military status was still in the army. In other words, he did not change his job at all, but the army just gave her a long, long vacation.
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
There was a knock on the door outside, and two officers opened the door and walked in.
Seeing the two people walking in, Yan Fenghuo's eyes narrowed suddenly: Black sharp soldier, No. 026!
This is an old acquaintance. It was No. 026 who was responsible for interrogating him in the first place. He may never forget that incident in his life.
"We meet again." Black Soldier No. 026 smiled, took out his ID, waved it in front of Yan Fenghuo and said: "Comrade Yan Fenghuo, in the next three days, we will interrogate you, please cooperate.
"
Yan Fenghuo's heart sank. The black soldier was indeed qualified to interrogate him, and he had to undergo a series of political reviews before returning to the army. This process could be fast or slow. He had to write a report and pass it.
.
The arrival of the black elite has directly raised political scrutiny to a higher level. They will use any means to get what they want and the facts they believe out of their mouths.
This is something Yan Fenghuo doesn't want to face, because he really has a problem, and if he is strictly investigated, he could be sent to a military prison for many things.
"Ka! Ka!"
The officer behind him stepped forward and quickly handcuffed Yan Fenghuo to the bed, leaving him unable to do anything but lie there, losing the freedom of movement of his upper body.
He clearly saw a ruthless light bursting out from 026's eyes, seeking revenge. The black soldiers wanted to retaliate against him, for the sake of their comrades who died last time!
Yan Fenghuo is afraid of the black soldiers, because the black soldiers can deprive him of everything...
PS: I really can’t write anymore today, I’ll try again tomorrow...