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

"okay."

Lingyin deftly replaced the battery and unfolded the quadcopter's bracket. With a gentle toss, the quadcopter entered takeoff mode and immediately buzzed and stayed in the air.

She looked at the small plane with some heartache, as she had developed feelings for it after having been with it for so long.

It is very likely that he will not be able to come back after being released this time, but this is also a necessary sacrifice. If you want to pass the buck, you must collect enough evidence to make yourself invincible.

The final mission of this drone is to search for follow-up troops along the route they came from.

Seeing Lingyin's reluctance to leave, Raphael whispered, "When we get back, we'll buy two drones with better range and clearer cameras."

"Well," Asuka shrugged, "Of course, I will sponsor a sum, um... a large sum." She thought for a moment and gave an accurate answer, "Normal size."

Then, she estimated the possibility that the humanoid team had a reconnaissance and strike drone, so she pondered for a while and continued to ask Raphael:

"With your current skills, can you take down the CIA's drone control team?"

"Pure infiltration surveillance can be done, but to achieve the effect you want. I can do it, but only once. And there is only one chance, so it doesn't make much sense unless you plan to kill someone with the CIA's help."

Raphael pressed himself against Asuka, rubbing his cheek against hers.

"Well, let's hope that when you make more money in the future, we can open an airport and put some sneaky machines in there."

"Why can't you make money?" Fei Niao snorted, feeling extremely dissatisfied with this "host" that should have played a greater role.

“Publishing papers doesn’t make money.”

"Become a professor, and then you can get rich by cheating for funding."

"Ah... I still have some moral integrity."

Raphael looked at Fei Niao with a panicked look on her face. When she was working in Main Frankfurt and Leipzig, she was considered a "good person" who paid for the unpaid assistants out of her own pocket.

"I've got a signal here." Lingyin interrupted unhappily, "If you have time to chat, why don't you help me check how much data storage capacity we have left?"

Green Hui sat cross-legged beside him, fiddling with the radio. All the units that needed to be called had been called, but only the expeditionary strike group at sea responded.

She remained silent, not wanting to appear too flustered, and this feeling suppressed other normal reactions.

"Everyone, check the individual terminals. We found traces left by the task force. What fucking bastards," Lingyin said with eyes wide open, filled with anger.

"I knew I had to make a living."

They all saw the two mine-resistant vehicles moving along the mountain road - that was Felix's team. They walked along the winding mountain road, gradually reaching the top of the mountain, and finally crossed the ridgeline and disappeared without a trace.

“Here’s why we asked you to walk.”

Lingyin was a little dissatisfied, but finally calmed down.

This is good for everyone, so that they don't end up stab each other in the back. Under Lindsay's operation, the deployment of the humanoid team came to an abrupt end.

Lingyin looked at the last image left by the drone before it crashed to the ground and said faintly, "Maybe, we're lucky this time."

If I had followed the plan before coming here, I would have at least gained something. But now I have accomplished nothing.

The Black Hawk helicopter that came to pick them up arrived as scheduled. The Marine pilots did not forget about them like the Army did.

Chapter 203 That’s it

Sitting on the edge of the deck of the amphibious assault ship "Bougainville", the sea breeze blowing his hair on his forehead, Raphael thought about the images taken by the Global Hawk drone.

The information that unmanned reconnaissance aircraft can provide is very limited.

From the screen, people looked like ants moving around, and the M10 light tank looked little like a toy car in a child's hand.

But these child-like animation-like images provide a wealth of information.

The exploration and investigation force, with TF 1-41 as its core, has made good progress, successfully entered Highway 13, and is about to cross the Hardanger Bridge.

The task force commander must have learned from the experience of the small town of Inrin and no longer considered roads with tunnels.

The nominal commander-in-chief, Colonel Joe Lindsay, is rarely mentioned.

Two days ago, Harry B. Carnegie didn't ask much about the situation here on the phone, but said:

"Discipline in all its forms is a guarantee for improving the combat effectiveness of the military."

Then he told them calmly not to worry, that the commander of the amphibious fleet was a reliable man.

As he was rambling on about safety, a Seahawk helicopter roared overhead. The pilot pressed the yoke sideways while pushing the rudder, and the plane swung its tail sharply, then slowed down.

For this, Rafael had to give a thumbs up to the pilots. In every sense, they were indeed very reliable.

The howling deck wind died down.

Ground crew members wearing vests of various colors walked onto the deck. Some were checking the AH-1Z Viper helicopters, some were pushing carts piled with ammunition, and the side elevators were rising and lowering.

Not far away, Marine Maj. Brandon Buck and his weapons officer climbed into the cockpit of a helicopter.

It looks like they are going to go out again.

Raphael turned his head and looked at the Red Navy's large cruiser "Frunze" three nautical miles away. They were as calm as ever, and there was no sign of them launching missiles.

There were quite a few people holding binoculars, seemingly observing her.

Raphael rolled her eyes. If you want to look, go ahead. It won't kill you. She was quite interested in this ship. According to the original design of the 1144.1 model, its core power comes from the reactor.

Now it has been converted into a large gas turbine-powered ship. Even with the help of general industrial robots, the workload is no less than rebuilding a battleship.

It only took them two years.

This efficiency is much greater than that of the Bath Iron Works and more than twice that of the Oregon Naval Shipyard.

The noise of the helicopter engine grew louder and louder, and Raphael covered his ears, trying to reduce the noise of the rotors. But it was no use.

To be honest, today is not a good day because the clouds in the Norwegian valley are very low and the visibility is reduced, which directly affects the flight safety of the Viper helicopter.

But Norway's fjord terrain is risky for any aircraft. The fjords that extend deep into the mainland are deep and winding, with endless cliffs on both sides.

It is called a fjord because of its steepness, but in fact it is a narrow and winding bay, no more than one to several kilometers wide and tens to hundreds of kilometers long. At the exit, the water is only tens of meters deep, while the deepest place in the bay is a thousand meters deep.

Due to the special structure of the fjord, there are often signs of single-sided bank collapse and excessive radiation levels.

The task force also reported that they encountered several human settlements along the way, which were of a more normal type.

Lindsay registered the satellite coordinates of these settlements, and together with Professor Taylor Leonard, submitted an "experimental" request to the Icelandic command in order to obtain some assistance for these places.

When Raphael heard the news, he felt that this man was a little hypocritical.

He can suppress friendly units for the sake of dominance, or ruthlessly order the killing of ordinary people suffering from ELID, and he can also seek assistance for the surviving humans.

What kind of person is this guy?

Raphael thought for a long time, and finally, like other humans who thought about the same question, he came to a hasty conclusion:

The human soul is not a whole, but a collection of different "drives", and these drives are manifestations of the will to power and are conflicting with each other.

Unable to leave, Rafael joined the CIC Operations Center of the "Bougainville" as an "electromagnetic countermeasures officer" under the arrangement of the captain who did not want to keep idle people.

Since her debut till now, this identity has been realized under such circumstances, and she is a little amused and helpless.

To be honest, if the Bougainville had enough CIC seats and equipment, it might have become the fleet with the strongest electromagnetic countermeasure capability in the navy today.

Although the fleet commander had some doubts about the arrangements made by the captain of the "Bougainville", after personally taking a few looks, he was slightly surprised to find that they were truly versatile.

Not only can he have fun on shore, but his work on the ship is also flawless, and his skills and qualities are no worse than others.

"I'm a little tempted. What should I do?" He lowered his voice and said to the captain, "Take him to the fleet. Do you think it will be a big deal?"

Captain William Jonathan, 42, suppressed his laughter and reminded his fleet commander: "They have left their names at the Equipment Command. You don't want to be the last one to get new equipment every time."

The fleet commander's wrinkled cheeks twitched twice, he raised his hand and touched his bald head again, and finally picked up his pipe and left the CIC Operations Center.

The world is big, but the most important thing is the maintenance and repair of warships. If he deceives the people in the equipment headquarters, he will definitely suffer the consequences.

The commander sighed, but could do nothing about it.

He currently does not have the ability or courage to compete with the Chief of Naval Operations for someone. If he becomes the commander of the Pacific Fleet or the Atlantic Fleet, it will definitely be different. He will do whatever it takes to get the person.

"problem occurs……"

The officer in the communications area suddenly stood up, took off his headset and rushed to the stairs leading to the bridge. Raphael turned his head and saw that the soldiers over there were in a mess.

"What's going on?" the tactical officer ran over and asked.

"The Rhodes crew crashed while delivering supplies."

Raphael took off her headphones and walked over to the tactical officer's seat under the curious gaze of the sergeant next to her. She connected to the signal of the MQ-4 Global Hawk drone.

The moment the picture appeared, everyone was stunned.

The blazing fire lit up the valley, and the flickering white light stimulated everyone's nerves. Without a closer look, you can tell that it is the crash site.

They could almost smell the burning meat.

The fire spread quickly, igniting ammunition and fuel scattered around the crash site, causing another explosion.

The tactical commander wanted to scold Raphael for his reckless behavior, but the tragic scene on the screen made him give up the idea of ​​speaking. He thought it would be better to talk about it in private.

Chapter 204 Fall

In the eyes of the carrier air wing commander, the MV-22B Osprey tilt-rotor aircraft piloted by Rhodes Brewster seemed to be in good condition.

The day before the mission, another team had performed a maintenance inspection on it, flown it for 6 hours, and then performed a post-flight inspection again, and the results showed that everything was normal.

In addition, it had just passed the mandatory service test of 200 flight hours. However, because the task force urgently needed to deliver ammunition and evacuate the wounded, the crew had to rush it to perform new flight missions.

At that time, it still had many forms and records that were not filled out correctly as required, including many maintenance inspection flight data items and aircraft power system inspection items.

Everyone agrees that Roddes Brewster is a very good pilot.

On his last crew transport flight, his aircraft's landing gear was badly damaged, but no post-flight assessment was done because the commander believed it was simply a malfunction caused by rocks on the landing field during night flight.

Before departure, Rhodes and the crew performed a normal/abnormal check and assessed ground threats, flight conditions and other factors.

There is currently a weather warning for heavy fog in the target area, but it will dissipate by 11: a.m. local time, when Rhodes and his team arrive at their destination.

When the commander of the carrier-based aircraft wing checked the communications, he found that after Rhodes arrived at the destination, he first reported that the weather warning was accurate, but then reported that he encountered strong winds with wind speeds of 35 to 40 knots.

The Norwegian fjords are characterized by their unpredictable weather patterns.

……

At 9:48 p.m., a VM-22B Osprey helicopter, escorted by two Viper helicopters, took off from the Bougainville and headed for a landing zone marked "X-Ray."

The side-rotor helicopter was flying slower than originally planned: Rhodes was supposed to maintain a speed of 220 knots, but for some reason he was only flying at a speed of 90 to 120 knots, and he did not make any explanation on the radio.

After entering the fjord, an AH-1Z Viper helicopter pilot said: "I'm glad I don't have to land in the landing zone."

The two pilots of this Viper helicopter discuss the effects of wind speed, direction, turbulence, and that damn fog.

They all felt that if the weather conditions continued to deteriorate, the operation should be canceled, but Rhodes disagreed and just controlled the plane along the planned route.

When the three helicopters arrived over the "X-Ray" landing zone, the first Viper helicopter climbed up and flew to the southeast to monitor the entire operation, while the other one lowered its altitude and circled over the task force, freely launching all the loadouts.

The landing zone manager contacted Rhodes in the Osprey using a single-person radio and told him to aim the aircraft at the infrared marker and land with the nose pointing east.

At 11:02 p.m., the Osprey helicopter approached the landing zone from the west.

The landing zone manager warned: "The terrain in that part of the landing zone is not conducive to landing."

But Rhodes did not respond, and his co-pilot chose not to turn on the radio.

The Osprey landed smoothly. The landing zone manager thought, if they don't want to respond, then they don't have to respond. As long as the plane lands safely, that's enough.

But then he found that the plane began to slide sideways as soon as it approached the ground.

The crew may have realized that it was impossible to stabilize the aircraft, so they immediately pulled up the collective pitch lever, causing the automatic tilt device to rise as a whole, increasing the collective pitch of the rotor blades and increasing the rotor thrust.

While Rhodes was pressing the rudder pedals, he pressed the stance stick sideways to keep the plane as stable as possible.

The landing area officer looked at the plane that suddenly took off and felt that the pilot was not very good today and it seemed that he did not have complete control over the plane.

……

During the discussion of the plane crash, Major Owen Bradley approached Raphael to have a conversation about her unauthorized actions.

Major Bradley hopes that Raphael can stick to her post. Even if she is very familiar with the various subsystems of the CIC Combat Information Center, she cannot operate it as she did just now. She must abide by the rules.

If everyone was like her, this place would be a mess.

……

At 11:12 p.m., Rhodes finally landed the plane in the designated area from the east. Following the order of the landing zone manager, the long-awaited transfer team quickly ran onto the plane, and others began to pass the wounded to them.