The road was already familiar, and the speed at which Lei Dong returned was much faster than the speed at which he rushed to the statue of the Bright Saint Emperor.

Ten minutes later, the Byrne 777 was in sight.

Regarding the fact that Lei Dong came back with Shui Yaoxian on his back, except for the dark clouds squeezing their eyebrows for a while, everyone in the team did not show any special performance, and judging from the anxious expressions on their faces, they didn't care about making fun of Lei Dong.

Gently, without half a minute of vibration, put Shui Yaoxian, who was exercising with his eyes slightly closed, on the floor of the first-class cabin, where the floor was wide enough to allow Shui Yaoxian to continue to exercise and absorb medicinal power without being disturbed.

Now Shui Yaoxian's breathing has been quite calm, and it is much more powerful, and it seems that in this short period of ten minutes, the medicinal power of the "Shengsheng Creation Pill" has played an excellent role in her body.

"Hopefully she'll get better soon, and if she gets in time, maybe she can play a role in the upcoming fight." Such a thought flashed quickly in Lei Dong's heart, but then he was ashamed of this thought: it was a seriously injured wounded man, and it was a woman!

Lei shook his head, looked at the movement of the outside world as if he was unaware of it, and glanced at Shui Yaoxian, who was doing the exercise with his eyes slightly closed, and turned around and walked into the business class. There, his comrades were still waiting for him, working together to determine the final battle plan.

"What do you think?" Huang Xiwen handed the prepared battle plan to Lei Dong and asked.

The battle plan was not very complicated, Lei Dong looked at it carefully for a few minutes, until he saw the end, he suddenly raised his head, and said in amazement: "Why me?" ”

"Because you are the most powerful warrior among us, only you can carry such a heavy burden!" Huang Xiwen's tone was very solemn, "You have to remember that our first task is to ensure the safety of the lives of more than 200 passengers, to ensure that we need the most documents and intelligence, to return to Hanjing safely, for this mission, we must go all out and show our best fighting condition!" ”

Lei Dong's face was solemn, he raised his head and said loudly: "Yes!" Mission completion guaranteed! ”

Huang Xiwen patted Lei Dong's shoulder with satisfaction, and said in a deep voice: "These more than 200 people, please leave it to you!" ”

Lei Dong nodded silently, pondered for a moment, and suddenly showed a sinister sneer on his face, and the dark clouds suddenly shivered - that expression was too familiar, and it usually only appeared on Lang Tianyu's face before, but since this guy Lei Dong followed Lang Tianyu for sniper training, this expression appeared more and more on Lei Dong's face.

And as long as this expression appears on Lei Dong's face, it means that someone must be unlucky!

There was a cold wind on the back of the dark clouds, and he looked at the thunder and said slowly: "However, I have one more suggestion......

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In the dark night sky, a Minha Hercules transport plane flew at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters to approach the Holy Emperor Guangming Island.

In the cockpit, John Parkinson trembled and kept wiping his forehead, muttering: "Holy Emperor bless, Holy Emperor bless ......"

The hellish storm just now really made the captain with a thick red and yellow beard break out in a cold sweat.

Although it cut diagonally in the direction of the edge of the storm, under the agitation of the powerful storm, the high-altitude currents also began to rage, and for more than half an hour, the plane was like a fallen leaf in a gale, constantly shaking and shaking violently.

If it weren't for his experience, co-pilot's tacit understanding, and his firm grip on the rudder in the violent vibration, perhaps this transport plane with a length of more than 30 meters, a wingspan of 43 meters, an empty weight of 34 tons, a range of 7,000 kilometers, and more than 100 Poseidon commandos would not have known where it was blown by the hurricane. And he and the sea god of that connection, I'm afraid they can only fly to see the Holy Emperor......

John Parkinson took a long breath, and though it was largely to no avail, he tried to calm his mind, glanced at the altimeter, determined the plane's position against the GPS, and slowly stretched out his still trembling fingers as he prepared to press the pre-jump button.

In the cabin, it was a different story.

The Hercules transport aircraft, a vintage-class military transport aircraft developed in the middle of the last century, has been in service with the army of the Commonwealth of Minia for more than 60 years. During this period, after numerous improvements, a series of models were developed, which are still the main transport aircraft of the army of the Minnesian Federation.

The one that transported more than 100 Poseidon commandos of Baker Company was the latest model designed and produced at the beginning of this century, and it had been in service for more than 20 years and was already somewhat outdated.

Like all Hercules transport planes, this latest model of the classic aircraft does not have a single porthole except for the cockpit, and although the air conditioning system is desperately running at full capacity, the cabin still looks stuffy with a slight hum amid the huge roar of the four turboprop engines.

The only good news is that after taking off from the base in the subtropics, after the baptism of storms, and then arriving in the cold temperate seas, the suffocating humid and hot air in the cabin has finally become cooler.

This made the more than 100 Poseidon commandos of the heavily armed Baker Company feel a little more comfortable. They sit casually on wide, flat floors, and most of them are sleeping. From receiving the order to take off, to being ordered to return in the face of a storm, and receiving the order before landing, the special team sent by the ancient Red Republic had already taken off and arrived in the waters near the Holy Emperor Guangming Island.

They had less than half an hour to enjoy a supper, and before the sweet and crisp pine nut wine had touched their lips, they hurriedly re-boarded the plane, endured a long flight, and survived the violent turbulence in the storm, which was too tired. Moreover, nurturing their spirits before battle has always been an important part of their code of conduct, and has become their instinct.

But now, they've been overwhelmed by company commander Yak Bevan, and they're just a few over-energized guys, and they're still talking about it. It was as if the storm just brought them not panic and terror but a dose of stimulant. But as long as you see their involuntarily high-pitched voices and somewhat trembling hands, you will know that their mood is obviously not as relaxed as it seems.

"I hate flying in Hercules, it reminds me of the old stuffy tank train, ah, the Holy Emperor is on it, I can't breathe!" Corporal Zavis, a tall and sturdy communications corporal, grumbled.

"Hey, hey, I said Sergeant Taylor, how long has it been since your gun fired? Is it already suffocated, can it still be used? A big black man shouted at the sergeant holding an M50 large-caliber sniper rifle.

"The Holy Emperor bless you bastard to hell as soon as possible, Lao Tzu's gun is as energetic as a python, and there is enough ammunition, which is guaranteed to make you want to die!" Sergeant Taylor looked at the big black man with disdain, "It's you, dear Sergeant Yasen, is your asshole itching again?" ”

There was a burst of laughter in the cabin, and several soldiers of different skin tones began to heckle.

The big black man glared at a pair of bull's eyes, and shouted loudly: "** raised, you try it, make sure you kneel and beg, just like your mother, 'Ah, Holy Emperor, come and fuck me-'"

The big black man pinched his throat and screamed sharply, and the cabin was filled with whistles and laughter.

Seeing that these two guys who had never been on the wrong path were tense and the atmosphere was a little wrong, a platoon leader hurriedly diverted the topic: "I said you two should stop arguing, think more about how to deal with the upcoming battle!" ”

This hand really worked, Taylor and Yasen, who were glaring at each other like cross-eyed, actually looked up to the sky at the same time and snorted, and the big black Yasen even spat and said contemptuously: "Fight? Will there be a fight? Isn't what we are about to face is a light slaughter? ”

Taylor rarely kept in line with Yasen, tightened the sniper rifle in his hand, and there was a hint of arrogant sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Those yellow-skinned monkeys? Platoon Commander Morton, you said those yellow-skinned monkeys would fight us? Those low-class peoples' waste, I'll blow their asses out by myself! ”

The laughter and yelling in the cabin became even louder.

Company Commander Yak Bevan had been calm, watching his men in the cabin laughing and noisy, but at this time, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he shouted: "Shut up!" ”

Yak Bevan was tall and muscular, with a 10-centimeter-long scar on his bronzed face, which made his face look a little hideous. This is a veteran commando, who has been in the army for more than 10 years, has participated in many local wars, and has a high prestige in the company.

"Ark ......" platoon commander Morton and Ark Bevan are old partners and want to play a round. But Yak Bevan ignored him rarely, and said loudly with a calm face: "Yasen, Taylor, and your ......" Ark Bevan pointed his finger at a group of GIs, "If you still don't understand the horror of the opponent, and still have such a mentality of underestimating the enemy, I advise you to jump directly from this plane!" That way, when I command the company, at least I will have a little less to worry about! ”

Morton was shocked and asked, "Ark, are you ......?"

Yak Bevan's right hand involuntarily fell on the scar on his face, stroked it gently, and said: "It's been 7 years, the opponent is an army special operations team called 'Tiger', and the ratio of our strength is one to two, in the end, only nine of our thirty people came back, and the other party was two dead and five wounded!" The twinkle of fear in Ark Bevin's eyes flickered, "If it weren't for Sinclair's desperate efforts to cover me, there would be no Bevan Company Commander today......"

"Shhh Against a platoon of the Poseidon Commando, with a force of one to two, at a very small cost, almost completely annihilated the opponent - what kind of team is this!

In the silence, many people exclaimed, "This is impossible!" ”