Changkong Fighter

Chapter 209 Recovering the Troops
On the tactical sand table, the Dongda recovery team flew towards the area where Type 3 was destroyed, preparing to recover the remains of Type 3 alien civilization, as well as the refractive crystal that was smashed by Changkong. Its material also made Dongda very interested.

"Is there no progress on Rupa's side?" Teacher Zhou asked in a low voice.

If we want to understand why alien civilizations come to Earth, we can only use Lupa as a breakthrough. Currently, we only have information about the alien civilization's military structure and system, which is likely not the full picture. A civilization with only three types of military forces is a bit too flat.

"No, it doesn't want to communicate with us."

"Then find someone he is willing to communicate with." The old leader rubbed his temples. This alien octopus refused to cooperate, and they really had no way to deal with it.

"Teacher, what do you mean?"

"Let Changkong go over there and give him a break."

Although Changkong is useful, you can't use it to death on someone. Both the body and mind need rest.

"It just so happens that the Military Commission is planning to hold a get-together to give the frontline pilots a break. We should especially address the pilots' personal problems and family difficulties. We need to address them as soon as possible. I remember some pilots have seriously ill family members. Let the Military Commission take the lead and make use of all those new medicines and technologies!"

"I understand, teacher."

Xiaoxi nodded, wrote everything down, and was about to leave. At this time, Teacher Zhou suddenly thought of something and looked at her and asked, "Xiaoxi, do you want to go to the social gathering?"

My confidential secretary has been following me around, so I don't have time to go on blind dates. I might as well take this opportunity to take a look. Those who can participate are all outstanding soldiers from the University of Tokyo.

"what?"

The secretary stood there in a daze, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
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With a sizzle, under Iben's control, the J11BS landing gear touched the ground, emitting blue smoke, and then the front landing gear touched the runway.

The J11BS started to slide on the runway. Liu Jun loosened his helmet, took a long breath, looked up at the clear sky, and his soul was captured by gravity again and fell to the ground again.

"Instructor, would you like to come to my house as a guest? I will treat you with the most sumptuous food!"

Ibn's tone was still excited, and Liu Jun didn't know whether to agree or refuse at this time, so he decided to ask his superiors.

At this moment, Liu Jun suddenly saw four Black Hawk helicopters with UAE markings take off and fly towards the direction of the Type 4 crash under the escort of four armed helicopters.

This is?

hum!hum!hum!
The turboshaft engines drove the propellers, and four Black Hawk helicopters formed a dense formation, with fully armed Apache attack helicopters as escorts. However, inside the cabin, it was loaded with people from the University of East China.

The "chemical defense soldiers" wearing chemical protective suits checked the assault rifles in their hands. This was not their first time to carry out a recovery mission, but it definitely would not be the last.

Based on the experience of recovering the remains of alien civilizations in the past, the recovery mission is not dangerous, but it is not easy either.

Wearing heavy chemical protective clothing in hot weather is very torturous, but compared to your life, it is nothing.

After flying for a long time and refitting at the front-line airport, the formation of 8 helicopters finally arrived at their destination - the combat area where the 3 Type 3s were destroyed.

In the sky, faint black dots circled high above. Mingdi and Ginkgo Leaf had already returned to Dongda University, replaced by a Rainbow drone launched from Pakistan. The high-aspect-ratio Rainbow drone was monitoring the battlefield. Its electro-optical sensors underneath picked up the approaching heat source, which then locked onto several helicopters.

After approaching, the Black Hawk helicopter slowed down, while four fully armed Apache attack helicopters flew around the edge of the wreckage for several weeks to detect whether there were any unknown dangers. If so, they would use machine guns and Hellfire to let the carbon-based creatures know what their limits were.

After repeated inspections and confirmation that there was no danger, the Black Hawk helicopter entered the scene.

"Report to the commander! Recover the troops! Arrived at the mission area!"

"Recovery mission begins!"

The pilots of the Black Hawk helicopters looked around the battlefield terrain, found a relatively flat area, and then adjusted the blade pitch and the four Black Hawks landed towards the area.

The Black Hawk's landing gear was not touching the ground, but was suspended in the air at a short distance from the ground.

The hatch opened, and the first people to come out were not chemical defense soldiers, but six robot wolves.

After the robot wolf was dropped onto the battlefield, it came out of sleep mode, unfolded its folded body, and quickly headed towards the Type 3 crash site ahead.

Four robot wolves carry assault rifles on their backs, and the other two robot dogs carry scanning equipment on their backs.

After the robot dog was deployed, several officers in chemical protective suits jumped off the helicopter, followed by several chemical defense soldiers armed with weapons, who quickly formed a lead team to control the area around the landing site.

Then several soldiers carrying various instruments jumped out of the Black Hawk helicopter, exactly two platoons in number.

After the chemical defense platoon was deployed, the Black Hawk helicopter took off and left, leaving only the armed helicopters as fire support for the chemical defense platoon.

The thick boots stepped on the broken glass, and there was a sound of hardness. The three destroyed Type 3, Type 2 and Type 1 ships were turned into fragments and spread out on the ground, like a large open-air crystal mine. Even with sunglasses, people felt like they had entered a light-polluted area, more like falling into a kaleidoscope.

The soldiers held the 191 tightly in their hands, stepped on the piled debris, tried to stabilize their bodies, and scanned the battlefield through their gas masks, looking for valuable items or potential threats, to see if there were any surviving Squidwards.

A captain was scanning the wreckage with a Geiger counter in his hand.

The pointer on the Geiger counter kept ticking, indicating that there was no radiation on the battlefield. The soldier holding the containment box leaned over and picked up the debris and put it into the box. Several other soldiers tried to find Squidward's tissue fragments.

Now the wreckage of these alien spacecraft is no longer like it was at the beginning. Every country wants to study it. As more and more alien civilization spacecraft are destroyed, the wreckage is also increasing.

There was a 200-meter-class Type 3 ship with a terrifying amount of scattered wreckage, and there was also a 150-meter-class ship that could not be collected in full, really could not be collected in full. Some of the wreckage even flowed into the "black market", and then began to be hyped with the gimmick of "alien creation".

The soldier carrying the thermal imager mounted it on a tripod and observed the entire wreckage area to see if there were any abnormal heat sources.

Against the gray background, the thermal imager detected a few abnormal heat sources. Some of them were bright spots caused by sunlight refracted by the glass-colored fragments, while others were truly abnormal areas.

After repeatedly confirming that it was not a light spot, but rather an abnormal heat source, the soldier shouted in the communication channel:
"Report! An unusual object has been discovered!"

(End of this chapter)