Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Lieutenant Colonel Walker and General Stanley both thought of the EMP electromagnetic pulse weapon that exploded two days ago, burning most of the electronic equipment in the area in one go.

The next day, the team set out from the mainland, carried by a C-17 transport plane, and arrived by airdrop. No matter how you look at it, the problems inside are huge.

Search and rescue? Sorry, this is not a search and rescue mission, but a rendezvous and reestablishing contact with the direct command.

Presumably, the other party's direct command is the JSOC Joint Special Operations Command, or it may be the higher-level SOCOM Special Operations Command.

In short, all signs indicate that "Raphael" is not as kind as Joey Danny imagined.

Appearances are deceptive and hard to guard against. He was fortunate that such people were on his side and not his enemies.

“I’m so ashamed,” Danny finally sighed, “I didn’t connect the dots.”

"This is not your problem. If it were me, I would ignore it too," said Lieutenant Colonel Walker.

This is human nature. Under normal circumstances, who would deliberately recall what happened ten years ago? Unless he is particularly nostalgic, he always recalls the past in his mind and savors the past time carefully.

"You are here, which actually means you are regarded as one of the best commanders by the headquarters. I think so too. You are a good commander."

General Stanley confessed:

"I have forgotten many things from five years ago, not to mention ten years ago. The human brain is not a ROM memory.

On the contrary, it is a volatile storage device. Every time new knowledge or memory is input, another part of the memory is erased.

Therefore, every time I plan an offensive plan, I have to fully estimate various possible special situations.

And this is how you make arrangements, modifying or adjusting the original plan according to actual conditions.

That’s what many people like about you.”

Joey Denny nodded helplessly and asked, "When will the air support unit arrive?"

Stanley looked at his watch and replied, "It should be here soon."

"Understood. I will convey the support information right away."

……

The crackling sound of gunfire was just ahead. The unique crisp sound of AK series weapons reminded Raphael and his group that the other side was not the BEAR team, but the group of Eastern European refugees.

The other type of gunfire was very obvious. Raphael could tell it with his ears. It was the sound of AR series weapons firing.

"How about we go check it out?" Lingyin asked on the radio, "If those gunmen using silencers are from UESC, we'll be lucky."

Raphael warned Lingyin, "Don't take chances. You don't want your body to become tattered. It's embarrassing."

"But no matter what, the two groups fighting in front are definitely not normal."

"Okay, stop saying ambiguous things." Luhui held the PTT button and carefully observed the traffic and pedestrian conditions on both sides of the road.

No other suspicious persons were found, which means the current situation is still good.

If they planned to attack one of the parties from behind, it would inevitably cause a disaster that would embarrass everyone.

"Most likely, they are the ones going to scramble for the airdropped supplies." Raphael shrugged and shook his head. He didn't expect airdrops to be so attractive.

"us?"

"Go ahead. Anyway, the drone is on the same line as the airdropped container. They will either pass by or travel a long way to get to the scene."

"Rules of engagement?" Lingyin asked.

"Except for the two units of USEC and the German KSK Brigade, all other personnel can be identified as hostile soldiers."

Chapter 49 The lightning rush

It was already one o'clock in the morning, and Raphael climbed carefully to a place with a good view.

Under the moonlight that appeared and disappeared at that time, I observed the dark earth. Although there was a little fog, the visibility was better than usual.

At this time, except for the sound of gunfire and explosions in the distance, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

The moon was the same as the one in Maryland. In the direction of the airdrop, there were figures moving back and forth in the bushes, perhaps preparing for an attack, because further ahead of them was the airdrop field.

"Can we hit the target...at this distance?" Fei Niao crawled over and asked.

"No, if the first shot doesn't hit the target, the second and third shots will have errors due to the bolt reset... I'm not sure I can hit the target."

Raphael is very honest and will never make promises about things he is not sure of.

"here we go."

Asuka was talking about a fleeting flash of fire; they heard the roar of the explosion a few seconds later.

“What a luxury,” she said.

"Which side is the gun from?"

"Guardian of the airdrop container."

"That's the way you use words." Raphael chuckled, sounding like a small fry guarding a treasure in some game or novel.

"Your laugh sounds weird..."

Before Asuka finished speaking, he started laughing.

This caused Lingyin and Luhui, who were on guard below, to roll their eyes. Before someone went up, they said they should keep quiet, but after climbing up the tree, they turned out to be two stupid spores.

The two looked at each other in silence, then turned and watched the two fools from behind.

A cool breeze blew through the treetops, and as the branches swayed from side to side, the branches rubbed against each other and whispered.

The trees are so dense that the sky is almost invisible from the forest. At most, you can only vaguely see some dazzling light on the other side of the green mesh.

"call……"

Raphael loosened the branch and let it return to its previous position, but the traces of the hard bend had already been left, and its future extension direction would not be very natural.

Is human intervention also part of nature? she thought idly.

Boom, boom, the bombardment of grenades never stopped. Relying on the ammunition resources provided by the containers, the demons guarding the treasures were extraordinarily terrifying.

The noise reduction function of the tactical headset is completely useless. The sound is transmitted back from far away along with the vibration, which is extremely noisy.

"Whose fault is it? Well, it's all my fault," Raphael thought. "I brought this upon myself."

But despite this, I still have to go up and see what's going on.

The container meant the US military, and the pattern had long been confirmed. How to approach was the problem.

They don't know the wireless frequency band used by the other party. Even if they know the frequency band, the consequence of rashly accessing it will only make them change channels instead of having a friendly exchange on the airwaves.

In addition, there is another problem that cannot be ignored. There is a piece of woodland ahead that is neither dry nor wet. When crossing the forest full of streams, the marks of the military boots will reveal their identities and numbers.

Among the armed personnel active here, there are not many who wear small-sized boots like them.

Moreover, once their footprints are discovered, their whereabouts will be immediately determined.

If you get involved in the battle, it will be easy to get into the dilemma of being attacked from both sides.

The two men jumped down from the tree and immediately began to prepare for departure.

Raphael untied the backpack and examined its contents.

It is wise to travel as light as possible when attacking. Although a magazine only holds 20 rounds, the specifications of the 6.8x51 make it relatively heavy.

Rations beyond one day's supply are probably of no use, so just leave them here.

There is also two hundred euros in banknotes, which were originally intended for escape. But the attack is coming next, so of course I can’t buy anything with it. It’s better to bury it together with the backpack.

The equipment used for diving doesn't seem to be of any use on this road.

The combination of the helmet, night vision goggle bracket and night vision goggle body is extremely heavy. Although this combination has helped them to play humans well in the past, it is hard to say whether it will be useful in the future.

Raphael hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to leave them.

After much thought, she decided to bring a dagger, a pistol, and a grenade launcher.

Finally, she packed all the remaining things into her backpack and placed it in the bushes near her temporary shelter.

Even if someone passed by, their temporary hiding place would not be discovered for a while.

Then she used a small branch with many leaves to sweep away the footprints, took out the clean water that was regarded as a treasure by ordinary people, and poured it into the bonfire.

The sisters did similar things, weighing what to bring with them for the intense activity ahead.

Seeing that the three little ones were ready, Raphael took the first step as usual.

"I'll clear the way."

……

Danny paced back and forth in the command area at the front of the cabin, his shoes hitting the steel floor, causing Stanley and Walker to look at him sideways.

"I say, can you please quiet down?" said Lieutenant Colonel Walker.

"This is my team."

"How about using GPS coordinates?"

"It will kill people."

Lieutenant General Stanley looked embarrassed. He supported his waist with his hands and twisted his neck hard.

"The accuracy of 12-digit GPS coordinates is not as simple as you think. Even if it is really accurate, the storm caused by a 1000-pound JDAM bomb may..."

“Magic 1-1，任务编号 AB2061，1架F-15战斗轰炸机，4个MK/GBU-84瞬发和延时引信。

55 minutes of support time, airspace is limited, only the third type of coordination can be carried out, the video transmission codes are 4794 and 4457, data link information is received, and there is no abort command. "

The pilot reported the mission data for the second time.

Danny immediately picked up the phone and answered, "Magic 1-1, Overlord, please continue to stand by in the airspace."

“Magic 1-1, Copy.”

Walker turned and walked towards the table against the wall. On the table were coffee utensils and a large plate of sandwiches.

He poured himself a cup of coffee, grabbed two sandwiches of black bread and ham, and walked through the sweaty officers and returned to the command platform.

"Anyone hungry?" Walker said.

"I'm not hungry." Danny said, "Who can eat at this time?"

"I want a sandwich." Stanley was very calm. He knew that he could always find a solution, and eating, drinking, defecating and urinating were natural.

If the brain's energy supply is not met, thinking will slow down and it will take longer to find the most appropriate solution.

"Apollo-1, this is Centaur-1, copy and paste."

"Centaur-1, go ahead."

"We are under fire from the west! Please authorize close air support immediately!"

"..."

Danny covered the microphone and said to Lieutenant General Stanley, "They can no longer bear it."

"FUCK, give them permission."

"Magic 1-1, the enemy is active to the west of the coordinates. Our friendly forces are squad-level infantry units. We have no active artillery positions. Clearance signal given. Prepare to receive precise GPS coordinate signals."

Chapter 50: Not Being Discovered Means the Infiltration Is Successful

When Rafael's team rushed to the combat zone, the MK/GBU-15 aerial bombs dropped by the F-82E Strike Eagle had already reached the combat zone.

Because of the possible existence of electromagnetic weapons, fighter pilots set their flight routes very conservatively.

In order to ensure that the bomb would land accurately at the GPS coordinates, the aircraft flew to 15000 meters through a three-stage leap and dropped the bomb at a speed of Mach 1.8.

Then, the fighter-bomber on duty crossed the safety boundary and dived down with afterburner on.

Pilot Omar Copperfield opened the guidance pod and took advantage of the good weather and night to identify the coordinates of the battle zone and make final corrections for the accurate landing of the GBU bomb.

It is precisely because this matter is extraordinary that he acts in this way.

Although Omar's operation was extremely reckless as shown in the flight data afterwards, the results proved that his choice was not wrong.

If the bomb had been allowed to fly according to the GPS coordinates, the explosion would have completely destroyed the ground team.

In order to save them, he had to take their lives with his own hands. This result was too heavy, and the pilot didn't know how to explain it to the families or girlfriends of these seven people.

So Omar chose to take the risk of flying a plane.