Time passed by, and more than seven hours had passed since the nuclear explosion in Beirut. Fu Ming only stayed in Hong Kong for an hour. After making some adjustments, he took a special plane provided by the General Staff and arrived in the imperial capital. He was exhausted. He immediately found a hotel to rest. After two days and one night of non-stop sleep, he fell asleep on a sunny winter morning. Even people like Xu Cheng, who was a special forces soldier, couldn't hold on, let alone Mo Bing and Mo Bing. Auditory hallucinations.
But this does not mean that Fu Ming's safety cannot be guaranteed. At the very least, there are agents from the General Staff Intelligence Office and the National Security Bureau protecting the outside.
Of course, before getting on the plane, Fu Ming specially told Cariana to dispatch helicopters from World One and World Two to carry out rescue operations for Suzaku-class pilots in Beirut city. Untr's ground personnel invaded Beirut and also It will take a long time. Fu Ming doesn't think these ground troops can play a big role in the rescue operation. After all, no matter how useless the Lebanese government troops are, they are still government troops. There are many people and the firearms are provided to them by Untr. It was very difficult to fight and the progress was slow.
The most important thing is that for combat needs, UNTR's ground troops hardly carry any rescue facilities, and it is impossible to penetrate deep into areas heavily contaminated by nuclear explosions.
So after discussing with Harry Crowder and Daisy Sparrow, Fu Ming decided to launch a helicopter for rescue. This was a no-brainer. All helicopter pilots wore protective clothing. An outbreak had just occurred in downtown Beirut. After a nuclear attack, the level of electromagnetic interference was still very strong. All electronic equipment and navigation equipment, even the compass, had already failed as soon as the helicopter entered the sky over downtown Beirut. More than a dozen helicopters were flying in groups. Hovering in the low sky, looking for the dilapidated Suzaku-class among the ruins. b Let’s travel through the novel: b
The decision of the untr headquarters was to select pilots and rescuers with great flight experience, not to let the Suzaku-class pilots get out of the cockpit, but to directly hoist the cockpit and bring it back to World One and World Two.
However, even the egg-shaped cockpit was contaminated by nuclear contamination, so the decks of World No. 1 and World No. 2 have been emptied, and the remaining medical staff and nuclear pollution treatment personnel have all put on heavy protective gear. Wear clothing to prevent ionizing radiation from harming them.
Luther Eleks, who was sitting in the Suzaku-class cockpit, had a face full of exhaustion. He almost fell asleep in the past few hours, but he still tried his best to stay awake. Originally, the Suzaku-class was in Beirut. The existence of an enemy, but he never expected that the government composed of extreme racist elements in Lebanon would detonate this nuclear weapon without any hesitation. Are the lives of the civilians lost in Beirut so despicable? When the Suzaku class attacked Beirut, he followed Fu Ming's instructions and tried his best not to damage civilian buildings and avoid early casualties.
It was the first time he led a team in a large-scale operation. Apart from this, there was nothing he could do. He could only admit that he was unlucky. However, he did not think that the UNTR headquarters would give up on them. The news of the nuclear explosion must have spread, and he paid Ming will not ignore them, and will definitely take them back regardless of life or death.
Luther opened the locker under the seat. There was only a small sip of drinking water left in it, and the food had been finished. Fortunately, the egg-shaped cockpit still maintained constant temperature and fresh air circulation. It seemed With the support of the remaining power, the life support system was operating very well. He braced himself to wait for rescue. He could not see the situation outside, did not know where he was, let alone the state of his companions. .
"They should be fine..." Luther muttered in a low voice: "Is this poor place really closed?"
If you don't have a strong psychological quality, you will be locked up in such a small space for seven hours in an egg-shaped cockpit, with no one talking, no knowledge of the situation outside, and your own life still on the timer above your head. As time went by, others would have gone crazy.
Probably because he was familiar with this cockpit, Luther felt that this was nothing. After long-term general-purpose humanoid combat mecha driving tests, even if he stayed here for dozens of hours, there would be no problem. He closed his eyes and thought. He rested for a while, but he didn't want to fall asleep. He was still trying to stay awake.
Suddenly, there was a roaring sound from outside. After the nuclear explosion, there was already silence outside. Only the occasional sound of wind came out. This kind of roaring sound definitely did not belong to Beirut after the nuclear explosion. It could only be from outsiders. .
Luther's heart skipped a beat: "Damn it, could it be that the Lebanese government troops came here to clean up the rear? The nuclear bombs have exploded, but they still haven't let us go." He cursed and wanted to go out, but he couldn't. Without any protective measures on his body, going out hastily would only expose his body to severe nuclear contamination.
The roaring sound became clearer and clearer from far to near.
On the helicopter formation not far away, the pilot was carefully observing the surrounding terrain, and the co-pilot was also looking at a paper map and looking around.
All the electronic equipment was no longer usable when they first entered the sky over Beirut. Not to mention the communication between the helicopters and World One and World Two, even the communication between the helicopters was very difficult, so in the helicopter formation Each plane does not dare to be too far away from its companions. Fortunately, they can still communicate with each other by flashing their lights.
"It's too tragic." The co-pilot held a paper map. It was a satellite map. The location and coordinates of each building were carefully marked on the map, as well as the location of the nuclear explosion. Before the nuclear explosion, the Suzaku-class The specific locations of all aircraft were found from satellite images.
"It's really terrible!" The pilot carefully held the control in his hands. Now he can only fly the helicopter through his rich driving experience, and no auxiliary equipment can be used: "Not even a clean place is left. "
"No, there are still clean places." The co-pilot pointed to the front.
The sky is filled with dust produced by the explosion, which adheres to the clouds and blocks the sunlight. The evening sunlight cannot shine in at all. All the colors in downtown Beirut are red. The mushroom cloud has gradually dispersed, but it is still there. A huge cloud pillar was left in the sky, shocking those who saw it and knowing what had happened here.
Dust, scraps of paper, rags, and strong winds picked up by the explosion were blown into the air, constantly flying past the eyes of the helicopter pilot and co-pilot, but fortunately, they did not have any impact on the helicopter's flight.
The driver looked in the direction pointed by the co-pilot. The huge pit was several hundred meters in diameter and more than fifty meters deep. It was the center of the nuclear explosion. In that pit, except for the yellow There is nothing in the dirt, and people who read it are frightened. b Time travel novel: b
"Hey, it's really clean?" the driver sneered.
Outside the deep pit, I saw fragments of collapsed buildings, cars, and tree trunks stuck in the ground. Telegraph poles were crooked. I didn't even know if there was a road there. All the location markers had disappeared. The only thing the entire helicopter formation knows now is that the location of the deep crater is the location of the nuclear explosion.
The residual warmth there has not dissipated, and the terrifying temperature still distorts the air, making everything in the pit look so unreal.
The power of a nuclear explosion can only be appreciated after experiencing it. The entire city was in deathly silence.
No corpses were exposed outside, because everyone who stayed outside during the explosion was swept away directly by the huge shock wave.
"I can't find the position mark! Those Suzaku-class aircraft must have been shaken out by the shock wave and are no longer in their original positions. What should I do?" The co-pilot's eyes looked at the driver through the two holes in the chemical protective mask on his face. .
"Use the center of the explosion as the radiation center and search along the extension line of their original location. They must have been blown out by the shock wave. Even if the angle is deviated and they hit something during the flight, it will not be too bad. It's far away, and now we don't have time to make precise calculations, so we can only make a rough estimate." The pilot said reluctantly: "We will be responsible for Mr. Luther Alex's machine, and use the light language to let others know. Each aircraft must confirm its own target and do not fly too far."
The helicopter connected the center of the explosion with the location of Luther Alex's Suzaku-class before the explosion in a straight line, and then used this straight line to follow the direction of the shock wave spread. Sure enough, it was found within a short time. A general-purpose humanoid combat mecha.
The dilapidated Suzaku-class was standing out among the surrounding cars. If the co-pilot hadn't been watching carefully, the driver would have almost flown over it.
"How should we contact him? Mr. Alex can't come out!" The co-pilot glanced at the driver: "Put me down and use the hook to fish the egg-shaped cockpit directly up." He thought for a moment. For a while, the shell of the egg-shaped cockpit can be shot, and there are rings on its shell to fix the hook.
"You go down and fasten the hook. I'll pull you up first, and then fish the cockpit away directly." The pilot could only nod and agreed with the co-pilot's idea. The two of them had chemical protective suits on them, so if they were careful, there would be no problem. of.
After the co-pilot fastened the hook, he knocked twice on the cockpit.
The Suzaku-class armor has been completely damaged, and the cockpit is exposed to the outside. Fortunately, it is still relatively thick. Luther listened to the movement outside and felt happy. This was obviously not an enemy. If it were an enemy, it would not be the hand that greeted him. Instead of the knocking sound, it was the knocking sound of the cannon. He originally thought that the roar was the engine of the tank, but as the sound got closer and closer, he discovered that it was the sound of the propeller of the helicopter. He immediately understood that it was the sound of the untr. Rescue Team.
He immediately hit the inner wall of the cockpit twice with his fist.
The co-pilot breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know if it was Luther Alex inside, even if it wasn't him, the pilot of the Suzaku-class machine was still alive. He used the rope to get himself back to hovering in the air. on the helicopter, and then signaled to the pilot that recovery could begin.
The pilot carefully pulled up the control stick, and the helicopter slowly climbed up. The originally loose steel cable was gradually straightened, and a creaking sound echoed in the air.
Finally, the egg-shaped cockpit was finally pulled out of the ruins of the Suzaku-class body by the helicopter and directly lifted into the air. The worn-out armor covering the cockpit fell off and hit the ground.
Luther felt that he was rising slowly, and finally he lost his balance. With the position adjustment of the egg-shaped cockpit, he lost his balance and fell heavily from the driver's seat.
It turned out that the fixed position of the co-pilot's hook was not straight, but diagonally. In addition, Luther did not wear a seat belt, so he was thrown directly against the inner wall of the cockpit. He grinned in pain for a while.
"I don't know how to be gentle." Luther knocked on the inner wall of the cockpit. Although he was very angry, he said this with a smile. After all, he was saved.