This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

The cabin was very wet. In order to avoid being discovered by the junk radar along the heretic coast, the plane lowered its altitude and was almost flying over the sea.

Finally, the land became dimly visible ahead.

The pilot pushed the joystick, and the small and flexible Owl plane flew into the mountainous area north of Constantinople. Because Constantinople was located on a narrow protrusion on the land, it could reach the target almost immediately after drilling into the land.

"Get ready to jump!" Eric shouted. "Throw down our gear first."

As the first team to enter, they also needed to bring some things with them, such as food, a radio to communicate with the rear and a backup method of communication - the special cross of Neos (if the radio broke down, they could communicate with him by praying to Neos), a high-intensity flashlight to guide the subsequent aircraft, etc.

These survival equipment and camouflage items were in large bags with parachutes hanging on them. Several people worked together to push these things down, and then, holding their heads, they jumped out of the cabin door one by one.

"We're walking into hell with both feet!"

PS: I will refresh the picture in five minutes. Bei Zhai thinks that the nun of the Alba Legion is the second most beautiful Christian soldier in the entire official setting picture.

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Red Tide: 1921: Chapter 94: Operation Thunderstorm

The moment the cabin door opened, a stench unique to hell, mixed with rotting vegetation and sulfur, rushed in.

For the soldiers of the Alba Legion who were about to set foot on this cursed land, this actually made their nerves, which had been numb from the long-distance flight, instantly tense up and filled them with determination to fight.

"Search for a weapon pack immediately after landing! Stay alert, we have entered the territory of hell!" Captain Eric's roar was clearly audible amid the roar of the engine.

There is a weight limit when skydiving. If the weight below is too heavy, the descent speed will increase, which may cause a skydiving accident. Therefore, they cannot carry all the weapons and equipment now.

When his feet touched the top of the mountain, Eric felt his feet soften and stepped on a pile of soft humus soil.

He quickly unfastened the parachute buckle, rolled up the unsightly white parachute, buried it deep in the pile of earth at his feet, and carefully covered it with dead branches and leaves.

In this heretical land, any negligence could lead to disaster. Once the parachute was discovered by patrolling heretics, a large-scale search would ensue, and their isolated and helpless team would be like lambs exposed to wolves.

An unsettling silence reigned, broken only by the rustling of leaves. Eric held his breath and listened for a moment. Once he confirmed there was no movement, he sprang into action. His first priority was to find the equipment packs they had dropped before the jump and reunite with the other three members of the team who had been separated.

He had only a palm-sized emergency survival kit, which contained a small amount of candy, water purification tablets, first aid medicine, and a military knife. The silenced Luger P08 rifle on his waist was his only long-range weapon at the moment.

After groping through the woods for over twenty minutes, Eric seemed to have luck. Under a dead tree, he found a canvas package half-hidden by dead leaves. Opening it, he found four camouflaged waterproof coats and some basic bivy gear.

Great! At least for the next few days, they wouldn't have to shiver in the cold and damp forest and could finally get some good sleep.

However, his good luck seemed to end there. By the time he and his four teammates finally gathered together at dawn and collected all the scattered equipment, including the crucial telegraph, a day and a half had passed.

During these thirty hours, they dared not light a fire and could only rely on hard, greasy compressed biscuits and candy energy bars to replenish their energy.

This type of military ration, specially developed for infiltration operations behind enemy lines, has a high energy density. Ordinary black bread cannot meet their energy consumption under high-intensity exercise and mental stress.

Relying on the unique tenacity and perseverance of the Scottish Highlanders and their devout belief in Neos, the team overcame hunger, cold, fatigue and the tremendous mental pressure of encountering the enemy at any time in an unfamiliar and dangerous environment.

"Tonight," Eric instructed the other three, "we will reach the designated area southwest of Constantinople, mark the landing field, and wait for the Saints' glider formation to arrive!"

Why didn't they use gliders when they came down? This is all mountainous, and they simply couldn't find a suitable landing site at night. Only when they parachuted down first and showed the glider's landing site to the people behind them, could they guide the glider to land.

At the same time, heavy equipment such as explosives and other destructive equipment, such as timed mortars, were also transported by gliders.

These Alba Regiment scouts, who are experienced in special operations, have found many hidden firing positions. As long as the timing is adjusted, these timed mortars will fire consecrated shells at Constantinople in different areas - all the shells have been touched by saints and are absolutely loyal!

One foot deep, one foot shallow, they trudged through the thick, humus-filled soil as they headed towards the foot of the mountain. Few people ventured into the forests here, but they still tread cautiously. Eric, guided by the Crusaders' high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, assessed the terrain, tracing the route ahead. After six hours of arduous trekking through the forest, they finally parted the branches of a large tree as daylight approached, revealing a clearing. A few hundred meters ahead lay the southwestern outskirts of Constantinople.

As the aerial reconnaissance photos showed, the Transfiguration Church had no visible security forces outside its headquarters in this area. No landships, no bunkers or trenches, not even the most basic checkpoints!

Everything is exactly as shown in the photos!

Eric shouted to the team behind him, "Peter! Send a telegram to the rear immediately! Tell the Saints that we have successfully arrived at the designated location! The landing site has been confirmed to be safe, and the coordinates are being sent!"

Once the glider formation successfully landed at the predetermined coordinates, they only needed a swift charge to directly penetrate the headquarters of the Transfiguration Church! As they launched their charge, timed mortars and the Russian Black Sea Fleet would simultaneously launch an attack, drawing the attention of the heretics. By the time the heretics realized what was happening, they had already completed their mission and safely evacuated with their "prey"!

Peter, in charge of communications, quickly unloaded the telegraph from his back, deftly set it up, and put on his headphones. Beside him, another team member nimbly climbed a large tree, extended a thin antenna high up, and fixed it to the top of the dense canopy to obtain the best signal.

“Drip, drip, drip… drip…”

Soon the telegram was sent. Peter waited nervously, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Ten minutes later, an equally clear echo came from the headset: "Roger that. Tonight, mark your location and wait for the glider. Estimated time of arrival: 11:00 PM."

It was already dawn in the east. As long as they could survive here for a day, they would carry out the mission at night!

Peter breathed a sigh of relief and began to pack up the telegraph. Suddenly he saw a light flashing.

"Damn it—the battery is dead!" "Impossible! A loyal telegraph will always have power. This telegraph is a heresy! Send it to the steel mill for recycling!"

"Who knows the Mechanicus's prayer rituals?" "I don't have any prayer materials. How about we just pray to Neos?"

"That's fine with me," Eric said.

The equipment of this era all used vacuum tubes instead of transistors, and vacuum tubes consumed a lot of power. They had been wandering around in the mountains these past few days, and the cold and humid weather had reduced the battery capacity. Now, after sending the telegram, the battery was actually exhausted!

Of course, it's also possible that they were too close to the heretic's headquarters, and the overly strong aura of hell displeased the machine spirits, causing them to run out of power. (Convinced)

"It's okay, we have completed the mission." Eric prayed to Neos while comforting his subordinates. They didn't need radio contact tonight, they just had to wait here for the glider.

————亻尔翼傘]武（〥~七）翏三?贰〝————

Ukraine, a temporary military airport, the night is as dark as ink and the wind is bitingly cold.

A group of European Association officials and generals stood solemnly beside the tarmac to see off the warriors who were about to embark on their journey.

"Everyone, wait for our good news." Neos' voice was calm. "Your battle has been fought. Now, it's our turn."

Dominica and several other scouts boarded the glider together. The last soldier to board the glider closed the hatch and looked through the narrow cabin at the lights on the runway outside, quickly retreating.

Through the narrow, steamy cabin windows, they saw the indicator lights on the runway outside rapidly receding from their field of vision.

...

At the same time, hundreds of kilometers away, east of Constantinople, there was a radar position along the Dardanelles Strait.

An antenna slowly unfolded from the top of a tracked radar tractor.

Two heretic radar soldiers were staring at the display screen in front of them.

After the bombing of Jerusalem, the Transfiguration Church received orders from the Royal Court to begin transforming the coastal radar. This was the result of combining the subspace technology revelations of the "Doorway" and the blasphemous technology of Hell, which could easily detect those crusaders with firm beliefs.

The stronger the enemy's faith in Christ and Neos, the easier it is to detect.

"In theory, there's nothing on this screen most of the time." A fetal membrane acolyte explained to the technicians sent by the royal court.

"The portal has given us a revelation. We no longer need to identify enemy forces by detecting electromagnetic echo signals like the Crusaders' radar did. We should focus on identifying souls."

"It's the radar of the tyrant's people." A commissioner from the royal court corrected the acolyte's name for the Crusaders.

The fetal membrane acolyte ignored him. "Under normal circumstances, this thing can detect those Crusader fighter pilots with strong faith 200 kilometers away. Even if they fly close to the sea surface, we can still detect their soul signals."

　"What if it's four hundred kilometers away?" the commissioner suddenly asked.

"Four hundred kilometers?!" The Acolyte of the Membranes shook his head slightly, making a puzzled clicking sound. "This...this is impossible. Our equipment doesn't have that much effective power. Only the Lord of Hell himself could power this equipment and extend its detection range that far."

Commissioner Wang Ting didn't say anything, just pointed at the radar screen.

On the screen, there was a huge, extremely bright, even dazzling, spot of light. Its radiance was so strong that it made the faces of all the surrounding heretic operators pale, as if they had seen God.

"I'm really seeing God..."

The fetal membrane acolyte stared at the light for a long time before speaking in a stuttering voice:

"This...this strength...I'm afraid it must be that cursed false god on earth, wearing a helmet and carrying a rifle, leading the battle in person..."

The command module fell into dead silence.

A few seconds later, the dead silence exploded!

"Alarm!! Sound the highest level alarm!!"

"Quick! Notify headquarters!"

"Intercept! Intercept at all costs!!"

...

The moon outside had not risen yet and the sky was pitch black. Under such circumstances, flying at night would hardly be discovered, but the plane Neos was on had been discovered by the heretic!

Because they were towing the glider behind, the planes of the Crusaders' new surprise attack team could not fly too low. After all, the glider needed to glide after leaving the carrier aircraft. They needed a sufficient height to reach their destination, otherwise it would be very tragic.

Now, they were flying at an altitude of six thousand meters and appeared on the screen when they were still four hundred kilometers away from the radar station east of Constantinople.

It was now ten five in the evening.

"It's the cursed one!!!"

"Tyrant! The tyrant has personally launched the attack!!!"

This news spread like a plague on wings, spreading throughout the entire heretic command network in Constantinople within a few minutes. For a moment, all kinds of panic speculation and desperate cries echoed in the communication channels.

"Enemy aircraft are approaching from the direction of Ukraine! Sound the alarm! All combat units immediately reach maximum combat readiness! The Crusaders... The Crusaders are launching a general offensive!!"

The heretic's entire early warning network in the southern Black Sea was instantly triggered.

Six minutes later, the take-off order for night fighters from all the heretical airfields around Constantinople was issued to various combat units.

In order to deal with the increasingly frequent night infiltration and bombing by the Crusaders, the heretics also invested a lot of resources. In addition to improving radar performance, they are also stepping up the development and deployment of specialized night fighters.

Since the engine power and fuselage space of single-engine fighters cannot accommodate bulky airborne radars at the same time, the heretics have to pin their hopes on modifying those twin-engine heavy fighters.

The IH160 "Hound of Hades" is the product of this idea.

This unconventional twin-engine heavy fighter barely managed to squeeze a small search radar into the nose. To prevent the flash from the cannon from interfering with the pilot's vision, the designers had to place the main cannon firepower on the back and belly of the aircraft.

The aircraft's poor combat performance meant it was not used to gain air superiority during daytime battles. Instead, it was more often used by heretic commanders as a tough, close-range air support attack aircraft, using its sturdy body and dispersed artillery fire to perform ground-attack missions.

Near Constantinople, twelve night fighters from the 6th "Shadow Fangs" Squadron, 3rd Night Fighter Wing of the Heretic Air Force, completed their final preparations amidst the sirens. With their engines roaring, they clumsily yet fiercely soared into the night sky, pouncing on the target approaching from afar at high speed, emitting a light that made their souls tremble.

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Crimson Tide: 1921: Chapter 95: Which is faster, dreams or radio?

A church in London

Jesus was preaching to comfort the inhabitants of England.

“Truly, truly, I say to you,” Jesus said, “Blessed are those who walk in darkness and long for light;

For they will see a great light that will dispel all their confusion. Blessed are those who endure hunger and thirst for the sake of the right path and bear the cross for their fellow men;

Their names will be praised in heaven, and their sacrifice will become the cornerstone of salvation."

He looked completely different now than he had in front of Neos. Jesus looked exactly like the Christ described in the Bible. He raised his hand and pointed at the only stained glass window in the hall's dome.

"Look at that light, though faint, it can pierce the long darkness. In this last days of strife, evil spirits are everywhere, wailing is everywhere, and temptations and sufferings are like a violent storm, trying to extinguish the last spark of fire in your hearts.

Don't ask when the wheat will grow, don't ask when the harvest season will come. All you need to do is to till the fields, sow the seeds, and pass on the love from the Heavenly Father to every soul in need of comfort.

Suddenly, his voice paused for a moment. Then he spoke again:

"I saw the shadow quietly spreading its net to capture the messenger who bears the burden of all beings.

Yes, a chosen vessel, carrying the hopes of all, he now controls the crystallized wisdom of mortals, flying towards a trap. The road ahead is strewn with thorns, and in the night sky, countless invisible hunters wait to devour the burning fire of the soul.

There was an immediate commotion among the crowd. A young, somewhat anxious general, unable to contain his anxiety, suddenly stood up from the front row, not even caring about etiquette, and shouted:

"My Lord! My God! Please forgive my recklessness! Is the 'messenger' you speak of a saint? What kind of danger will he face? I beg you to tell me clearly! So that we can prepare early and send reinforcements to help him escape!"

"How dare you!" Before he finished speaking, several elderly bishops nearby shouted at him. One of the old men glared at the young general:

"You insolent fellow! How dare you interrupt the Holy Word like this! And how dare you use your mortal wisdom to divine the mysteries of the oracle! Christ's words are divine revelations, not battlefield reports you can casually interrogate! Don't you have the slightest reverence for the Son of God?!"

The young general's face turned red after being scolded. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute. He could only look at Jesus anxiously.

Jesus raised his hand and motioned for several people to go to the small room. Then he comforted the believers and they also entered the small room.

Looking at the generals and senior clergymen in the room, Brother Ye's expression changed instantly:

"There were a lot of people outside just now, and I had to maintain my appearance. I've seen a glimpse of the future in the Warp, and Neos is in trouble now! Shit, I saw him and the Warmaster about to crash!"

Brother Jesus spoke rapidly, "In the future I saw—he and the Warmaster, Dominica, were on a plane that was blown up mid-air by heretics! Neos's faith was so 'bright,' like a giant bonfire in the darkness. And the radar those heretics had developed, combined with Warp technology, could detect Neos."

"Wait!" an Air Force general was already sending a message on the radio. "Can the future be changed?"

"Of course you can. Theoretically, when I observe this future, the future has already changed." Brother Xu nodded, pointed to the telegraph in the general's hand, and directly used the subspace spell to send a dream to the air force in the Ukrainian region, ordering them to immediately take off fighter jets to rescue Neos.

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When the alarm sounded at the Russian Crimea Air Force Base, Captain Heinrich immediately began to get dressed.