A silver-gray C-17 "Globemaster III" large transport plane landed on the runway that had just been cleared, the heavy fuselage rolled up air waves after landing, raising dust several meters high, and the brake sound of tires sounded sharply, and the soldiers of the 7th Support Battalion of the 10th Mountain Division, which had just completed the runway repair project, sat on the wrecker, looking at this flying monster like a giant bird, and couldn't help but be a little worried about whether the runway they had just repaired would be crushed.

Finally safe and sound, the C-17 transport plane came to a steady stop at the end of the runway.

The rear hatch was slowly lowered, and the first to walk off the plane was a group of soldiers wearing DCU Sansha camouflage uniforms, both men and women, all of whom were wearing green berets with embroidered shield-shaped special forces cockades, and carrying a black suitcase in their hands.

The group marched in a procession, led by one of the leading colonels, towards the terminal building where the forward headquarters was located.

Behind this strange group of soldiers, two groups of heavily armed soldiers began to walk out of the belly of the huge C-17 aircraft, all of whom wore special forces cockades and armbands, but they seemed to be different from ordinary special forces, without any identification badges of specific service units, including the position of armbands.

And what is striking is the equipment of these guys, the full set of modular combat attire, from guns to combat vests, to helmets and life support systems, communication systems, which look full of sci-fi flavor.

No one had ever seen a soldier in this costume, including the battle-hardened and famous 82 Airborne Troops, and everyone stopped what they were doing and watched in amazement as this special unit entered the air show building.

In the belly of the C-17, several military forklifts are constantly transporting supplies and equipment to the open space, and the huge black military equipment boxes are all with combination locks and seals, and it is completely impossible to see what is inside, but one thing is certain, these things all involve one word - confidential.

On multiple surveillance screens at the headquarters, Lieutenant Colonel Kearns and his vanguard cautiously drove forward.

After being scolded by Brigadier General Charles on the radio, Kearns was trained to the point that his soul was almost out of his body, and his senior brother was known for his iron-blooded rule of the army, and if he dared to be a little lazy, as Charles said, he would stand in a court-martialed when he returned.

The Humvee and the M1A1 Abrams began to move slowly, fully armed soldiers with their heads bared on the vehicles and tanks, staring at the huge light mask in front of them, no one knew what fate they were going to face, but obeying orders was the duty of a soldier, and no one could disobey them.

Billing black smoke rose in the convoy, the roar of the engine shook everyone's heart, and it was only two hundred meters away from the edge of the mask.

Brigadier General Charles stood in front of the screen, his eyes fixed on the screen, his half-bald head covered with a layer of oil, beads of sweat condensed on it, and he didn't know if it was heat or something else.

"General, if I were you, I would order my subordinates to stop advancing, instead of giving their lives in vain."

As Charles's heart went up and down, an unfamiliar voice came from behind him.

"Who are you?" Charles turned abruptly and saw a tall, lean man with a hawk-like gaze that swept every inch of the room like arrows.

After seeing the other party's military rank clearly, Charles sneered in his heart, and his arrogance returned to his face again.

"Colonel, pay attention to the tone of your voice, and, when you see your superior......" he glanced down at the metal rank of brigadier general on his collar, "he should salute." ”

The tall and thin man stood up and saluted the standard military salute, then glanced at the screen and repeated the sentence: "General, if I were you, I would order my men to stop advancing, instead of letting them die in vain." ”

"This is my troops, this is my command post, it's not your turn to be a junior officer here to teach me how to fight!" Charles was a little annoyed, in the US military, there is a clear hierarchy of relations between superiors and subordinates, especially when he is already a member of the general ranks, and a colonel dares to dictate his own deployment, which is challenging his own dignity, which is really intolerable.

The tall and thin man did not have the slightest intention of backing down, and an officer behind him stepped forward, opened a briefcase in his hand, and handed it to the tall and thin colonel.

"General, I am Colonel House of the Ministry of Defense, and I have come to take over the command here on the orders of the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the Ministry of Defense and the Ministry of Defense.

A handover of military command, which should have been stamped by the Ministry of Defence and signed by the Minister, was handed to Brigadier General Charles.

Charles obviously didn't have this kind of mental preparation, stunned for a moment, his hands trembled, took the paperwork, and read it carefully.

"Special Services Administration? How come I've never heard of such an agency in the Department of Defense!? Charles looked away from the file suspiciously.

"This is a top-secret organization, this is the name to the outside world, I don't need to verify with you, you just need to verify whether the documents are authentic, and you have no right to ask about anything else." Colonel House said word by word: "Your rank is too low, and you don't have the level of authorization to know these secrets. ”

"What did you say!?" Charles's forehead was bulging, and his eyes were round and wide, and he wanted to burst into flames.

"If I were you, I shouldn't ship at this time." Colonel House didn't take it seriously, glanced at the surveillance screen again, and said, "If you don't want to lose troops, it's better to have them stop in front of the light mask." ”

"This is my troops, we lost dozens of people to take down Bagram Air Base, why do you Ministry of Defense say take it over! I do not believe in the authenticity of this document! "Brigadier General Charles is very well-connected in the military, and there are so many colleagues at West Point, and they all hold great power in the military.

"I want to call the commander-in-chief of the army staff for this operation in Afghanistan and confirm that I can transfer the command!"

Colonel House cracked his mouth coldly, he knew Charles's tricks, in fact, as a brigadier general, he should recognize that the document in his hand was not forged, but Charles had already thought crookedly, thinking that someone was going to intercept his paste, and at the critical moment when he was about to swallow Bamiyan's two regiments of the Taliban and obtain impressive results, there was a certain related household in the army who wanted to jump out and grab the credit.

He looked at this Colonel House carefully, wondering where this kid came from, and deliberately delaying time.

Near Bamiyan.

Lieutenant Colonel Kearns's vanguard had approached the edge of the reticle, and a strange wave of energy flowed through the air, and the soldiers all looked up at the colorful light that seemed to have life in the air, and the beauty was intoxicating.

The first M1A1 to take the lead drove into the light mask, like a ball of water condensed on the ground, the tank disappeared in an instant, and then disappeared without a trace, even the commander of another tank with half of his body exposed on the turret of another tank more than ten meters behind him could not see where the tank in front of him had gone.

An ominous feeling made the car captain break out in a cold sweat, and he suddenly grabbed the conversation mark and shouted: "Lieutenant Colonel Kearns, I can't see the tank in front of me, it's gone!" I repeat, this mask is weird, I ask to stop the line and check it out! ”

Kearns did not answer, nor did he dare to ask the command, lest he incur another reprimand from Charles.

Without orders, the convoy moved on.

Another M1A1 sank into the reticle and, like the previous tank, there was no trace.

There was a mess in the communication channel, so everyone was calling for the missing tank, but there was no answer, the people were missing, and the car was missing.

Charles felt his sweat drip down and drip onto the ground.