General Staff, Tactical Command Center.

Seeing Peng Maobang walk in, You Hongjun instructed a few staff officers and walked up quickly.

"How's the preparation?" Peng Maubong stopped in front of the big screen.

"We have mobilized three reconnaissance satellites, and the 'Vulture' unmanned reconnaissance aircraft have also been deployed in place." You Hongjun glanced at the screen and then at his watch, "This is the image sent back by the 'vulture'." The rescue force led by Colonel Xiang Linghui and Major Lu Chengwen has left the camp and is about to enter India. ”

Peng Maobang nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on the big screen.

More than 30 years ago, Ji Youguo risked his political future and rescued Peng Maobang and Zhao Rundong who were trapped for seven days and seven nights. Now, in order to rescue Kang Xiaoting, mobilizing a few satellites and dispatching unmanned reconnaissance planes is nothing at all.

At this time, a staff officer hurriedly walked over.

"Okay, I see." After letting the staff officer return to his post, You Hongjun said to Peng Maobang, "The two squadrons of tactical fighters deployed at Gujarat Air Base are ready to take off and can leave at any time. ”

"Xiang Linghui, when will they arrive at the Indian military camp?"

"If all goes well, there will be about three and a half hours."

Peng Maobang pondered for a moment and said, "Let the fighter planes take off in two hours, and send four more tanker planes over." In the event of an unforeseen situation, air support should be provided to the rescue force in a timely manner. ”

"I've arranged it. In addition......" hesitated slightly. You Hongjun said. "Just received a message from the Military Intelligence Agency. Something unexpected happened. ”

Peng Maobang frowned. Turned his head and looked at You Hongjun.

"Major Liang Guoxiang's J-10B was not blown up in time. It is likely that the ground-electric turbo accelerator on the fighter plane was lost. ”

"Lost!?" Peng Maobang's expression immediately became gloomy.

"Maybe it fell into the hands of the enemy." You Hongjun swallowed his saliva. He was most afraid of seeing Peng Maobang as he was. "The Military Intelligence Agency is doing an in-depth investigation. It is recommended that we immediately dispatch troops operating in the theater of operations to search for suspicious enemy troops. Especially the US special forces. ”

"Tell Pan Yunsheng. Find out as soon as possible. Report directly to me. ”

"Chief, do you want to contact Colonel Xiang Linghui?"

Peng Maobang hesitated a little and said, "Don't use it for the time being, wait until they find Kang Xiaoting, and then arrange a new task for them." ”

You Hongjun nodded, no longer verbose.

He couldn't figure out who the special forces named Kang Xiaoting were, and in order to rescue him, he not only mobilized the army, but also asked the head of state to give instructions in person.

At this time, the "Lynx" helicopter in which the rescue force was traveling had just crossed the Indo-Pakistani border.

Looking at the dark earth outside the hatch, Su Mingjin's hand holding the sniper rifle trembled slightly. Lao Kang, are you still alive?

A lit cigarette was handed over, and Su Mingjin turned his head and happened to meet Lu Chengwen's gaze.

"Don't worry, Kang Xiaoting will be fine." Lu Cheng shook the cigarette, and after Su Mingjin took the cigarette, he said, "Kang Xiaoting's latent ability is unmatched in our brigade, and I'm afraid there is no special forces in the world who is more powerful than him." It's not me bragging, if he wants to hide, I can't find him with the team leader. ”

Su Mingjin barely squeezed out a smile, he also knew Kang Xiaoting's ability.

"Back then, he should have been promoted to squadron leader." Lu Chengwen sighed, "But he said that he was a warrior, not a commander, and gave me the opportunity." Now that I think about it, if I had made him a squadron leader, I wouldn't be where I am today. ”

"Team Lu, Lao Kang will be fine."

Lu Chengwen smiled and said, "It's good to think so, maybe he has returned to Pakistan and is returning to the camp." ”

Su Mingjin took two puffs of cigarette and returned his gaze to the outside of the cabin door.

Helicopters could only send the rescue troops to a distance of about 20 kilometers from the Hohiyapur military camp, and then trek through the Indian army's defenses, infiltrated the camp, and found Kang Xiaoting.

Dozens of kilometers away, inside the Khohiyapur barracks.

Major Beckett stopped outside the barracks door, looked at his watch, and looked up at the dark night sky before entering the barracks.

The transportation was arranged by the CIA, and the Major was only responsible for the escort.

Why leave the barracks in the early hours of the morning and arrive at New Delhi International Airport before five o'clock? Beckett didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He just wanted to get through the remaining hours as soon as possible and complete this special operation.

After disassembling the Galil assault rifle, Major Beckett carefully wiped down every part.

As an experienced special forces, the major is not only proficient in the construction of hundreds of firearms, but also proficient in the use of various firearms in the world. There were hundreds of rifles and more than 200 pistols in the basement of his house, and when he was bored, he could fiddle with them all day.

By wiping the parts, Major Beckett's restless mood calmed down.

Guns are the lives of military personnel, even more precious than the lives of military personnel. Guns can only be used if they are cherished. In Beckett's eyes, the cold rifle is not only a lifelong companion, but also a comrade who will never betray him.

When the electronic watch made a "ticking" sound, Beckett assembled the rifle.

Inside the camp, more than a dozen special forces walked out of the barracks.

Under the command of Major Beckett, one special soldier drove a large truck, another special soldier drove an Indian military crane, and four special forces pushed out of the barracks with special equipment placed on flatbed trailers.

The equipment was hoisted up and slowly moved over the truck's cargo box.

Beckett glanced at his watch. At 11:50 a.m., 10 minutes later it will be July 17th.

With the roar of the motor, two special forces climbed into the cargo box of the truck, ready to secure the special equipment. Everything went according to plan, and in a few minutes the team would leave the barracks.

A slight noise came from behind the barracks to the east, alerting the Major.

After leveling the Galil rifle, Beckett made a flanking gesture towards the two men nearby. Although he did not believe that the Chinese special forces could sneak in quietly from under the noses of thousands of Indian soldiers, Beckett still did not dare to be careless.

The three of them cautiously walked around to the back of the barracks.

The Dark Sentinel still crawls in the shadows of the corner, with nothing unusual around it.

It's so quiet, it's so normal!

Beckett told his men near the corner to walk towards the sentry, and he and another of his men continued to keep an eye on the situation.

As soon as he turned around, Beckett felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder, his index finger pressed on the trigger suddenly lost sensation, and the rifle was taken away.

"Keep your mouth alive."

A special forces soldier with a camouflage face and a night combat uniform appeared in front of Beckett.

"It's an officer, it looks like a commander."

"Take him to the barracks!"

Two large hands grabbed Beckett's arm and dragged him into the barracks.

In the camp, more than a dozen US special forces were quietly killed. A group of Chinese special forces changed into the uniforms of the US special forces and picked up the weapons of the US special forces.

Before losing consciousness, Beckett saw that the Chinese special forces who had suddenly appeared were planting remote-controlled bombs everywhere.

At this time, more than 100 kilometers away.

Kang Xiaoting stopped on the muddy road and took out the kettle. After aiming the spout of the pot to his mouth, he shook it vigorously a few times, and only a drop of water came out. Sighing helplessly, he put away the kettle and took a step.

A sound of metal grinding came from behind the road, Kang Xiaoting hesitated, quickly rolled into the grass next to him, and took out a sniper rifle scope.

A tank, a Khalid 2 main battle tank with the star and moon logo painted on the frontal armor.

Too familiar, too familiar.

As the tank approached, Kang Xiaoting got up and brandished the G3/SG1 rifle in his hand.

Instead of receiving "sympathy" for his actions, he caused trouble.

Seeing the turret of the tank turning, with the muzzle facing him, Kang Xiaoting was startled and immediately turned over and jumped into the grass. Gunshots rang out, and dozens of bullets flew past Kang Xiaoting's head.

"Your own people, don't fire!"

Kang Xiaoting threw the rifle out, pulled out the bandage in the first aid kit, and waved it vigorously.

Although the Pakistani soldiers in the tank did not understand Chinese, they immediately stopped shooting when they saw Kang Xiaoting throw out his rifle and wave the "white flag".

After a while, Kang Xiaoting cautiously got up.

"I'm my own person, the best person." Kang Xiaoting shouted loudly, for fear that the Pakistani soldiers in the tank would not hear.

The Khalid 2 main battle tank stopped, the roof on the left side of the turret was lifted, and the commander was half exposed. "China!?"

I have to say that the Chinese of the Pakistani tank commander is worse than Kang Xiaoting's English.

"Yes, China!" Kang Xiaoting cautiously climbed onto the road, avoiding the muzzle of the tank and the coaxial machine gun that began to fire at him, and wiped the camouflage from his face. "I am a Chinese ** person, we are comrades and brothers."

After recognizing Kang Xiaoting's face, the tank commander suddenly became enthusiastic. "Pakistan and China are comrades and brothers."

Kang Xiaoting smiled bitterly and walked to the left side of the tank. "Can I hitchhike?"

"What?" The tank commander's Chinese will definitely not be able to pass the "fourth level".

"Hitchhiker." Kang Xiaoting scratched his scalp, he didn't go to college, and he couldn't even pass level 3 in English.

"I don't understand what you mean, what do you say?"

After touching his body for a while, Kang Xiaoting took out a piece of paper from his underwear pocket, handed it to the tank commander, and gestured to let the Pakistani commander read the contents of the paper. This is specially prepared for soldiers fighting in Pakistan, and the content is mainly the number of the unit to which they belong, the place where they are stationed, the rank and level, and so on.

After reading it, the tank commander immediately saluted Kang Xiaoting. "Hello sir, I didn't know you were a captain."

Kang Xiaoting probably understood. "You're welcome, just give me a ride."

The tank commander also probably understood what Kang Xiaoting meant, and immediately grabbed Kang Xiaoting's arm and pulled him to the tank.

"Lend me your radio station."

"What?" The tank commander didn't figure it out.

"Radio!" Kang Xiaoting hesitated for a moment and made a gesture to make a call.

"You want to contact the troops?" The tank commander understood, "No problem, I have a shortwave radio." ”

Taking the radio microphone handed by the tank commander, Kang Xiaoting let out a sigh. In any case, knowing how to gesture is much more useful than learning an extra foreign language.

Damn it*

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