The voice from the adjutant was, to some extent, said to have saved Rama Mujam's life. Because if he doesn't show up again, Rama Mujam really won't be able to continue like this.

His hands were already drenched in blood, and the flowing blood and rolling flesh made people feel a sense of horror when they saw it. Not to mention the sharp pain of peeling off the flesh, the massive bleeding alone was enough for Rama Mujam to drink a pot. Not to mention that he died of direct bleeding, but he fell to the ground and was sent to the intensive care unit every minute, which would not be a problem at all.

The adjutant's message made him stop this masochistic move. And after regaining his senses, he also inevitably felt the pain coming from his hands. This quickly changed his face with bared teeth, but in the face of more important things, this pain was obviously something that could be endured and ignored.

He casually pulled out some bandages, wrapped them around his palm, and then took the microphone and responded to his lieutenant.

"Watch them out, I'll go over at once. Remember, don't let anyone near them but you and me. ”

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant understood what that would mean, so he answered cleanly. And just as he had replied, Ramammoujam had already run quickly in the direction of the cabin on the ground floor.

He took no soldiers with him, and refused to be followed by any of them. Just like that, when he came to the position of the cabin on the ground floor, he had already seen his lieutenant and the elite soldiers he led.

They were firmly guarded outside a compartment that had been isolated. And judging from their movements and spirit, they are indeed worthy of the title of elite. At least compared to the lazy ordinary soldiers, they are enough to be called the elite of India.

"Well done, lads. If we can get through this unscathed. I promise. You're all going to be officers. If you have enough ability, even the captain of a ship is not impossible for you. ”

Ramammujam's mind was now very clear, and he knew that if these soldiers did the dirty work for him, then they were on the same side as him. And at this time, if you don't say something, then it is obvious that these guys will be detached. In addition to exterminating them, otherwise once these guys who know their secrets deviate from morality, the damage they bring to themselves will definitely be fatal.

Therefore, instead of wasting a huge amount of energy to make a move that is impossible for you to determine the outcome of, then it is better to pay a little more in exchange for the loyalty of these soldiers, so that they are consciously attached to themselves and bound to themselves.

Rama Mujam's conditions are quite lucrative, and they are even beyond the imagination of these soldiers. Therefore, after hearing his words, the group of soldiers who were sticking to their posts immediately showed excited expressions and saluted him with a standard military salute.

This means that they have already returned their hearts to the Commander. Of course, this is only a matter of profit, not true loyalty. But Rama Mujam doesn't care about that, he knows that loyalty can be cultivated. As long as you are willing to pay for the benefits, it is not a problem to cultivate the loyalty of these people to themselves.

He nodded casually and gave a response to the soldiers. Ramammujam gave his lieutenant a look, and then pushed open the closed door of the cabin and walked straight inside.

As a community of interests with Rama Mujam, the adjutant understood what he meant. He first instructed the soldiers.

"Guard this place and don't let anyone in. Remember, if someone tries to break in, don't show mercy and shoot them directly. You know what I mean? ”

As India, which has always been lax in military discipline, this order of the adjutant is obviously a bit harsh and excessive. However, after all, it was in their own interests, so several soldiers looked at each other and nodded at him with great certainty. After all, now is not the time to worry about personal feelings. And compared with personal feelings, the interests are still a little more moving.

Got a positive answer. The adjutant followed him into the cabin, and as soon as he entered, he saw Rama Mujam with a gloomy face.

He was standing there at the moment in front of the South Korean pilot. And these South Korean pilots are now gagged, blindfolded, and tied to their seats. They couldn't see what was going on in front of them, but they could feel someone standing in front of them. This left them struggling frantically, not knowing whether to ask for help or resist.

But whatever the reason for their struggle, they have already caused Ramammoujam to feel very bad. Because for Ramammujam, he would now prefer to see a flock of sheep rather than a trapped beast that will struggle to resist. This obviously added a bit of pressure to his already somewhat restless heart. However, he could barely suppress these emotions and did not explode directly. He just took off his coat and tugged at his tie vigorously. And he asked his lieutenant like this.

"Do you have a clear command to them? I don't want the problem to happen to them. ”

"Rest assured, sir. They know what to do. "While playing the ticket guarantee, I set my eyes on those pilots." Sir, what are you going to do with these guys? There are sixteen pilots in total, all of them here. I can assure you that they haven't spoken to anyone before. From the moment they got off the plane, they were under my surveillance the whole time. You can rest assured that you will be the first to talk to them. ”

"Well done. It seems that crises can indeed sharpen people's talents. You're doing so much better now than you've done before! ”

Patting the adjutant on the shoulder, Ramammoujam began to patrol the pilots with a gloomy gaze. He's looking for someone to talk to, preferably the leader of these pilots. And soon, he found a suitable target.

It was the coolest-looking guy and the oldest of the pilots. You know, because pilots have strict requirements for physical fitness, most pilots will only choose to retire or take a back seat after reaching a certain age. And that kind of very old pilots are not absent, but very rare. Because at this time, most of the people who can still stand on the front line are very experienced veterans.

They are usually the captains of the pilots. And Rama Mujam judged it the same way, so immediately, he pulled out the strip of cloth that was in his mouth and said this to him.

"I am Fleet Commander Rama Mujam. Mori, tell me your name, pilot. I have a lot of things you need to tell me! ”

"Your Excellency, Commander?" The first time he could speak, the pilot was first surprised by Ramamujam's identity, and then he stiffened his neck and said this to him. "I protest to you, Your Excellency, Commander. We are military personnel affiliated with South Korea, and you have no right to imprison and interrogate us in this way. You have violated the common treaty signed by the Allies, and you will be court-martialed! ”

When the pilot said this, he was clearly intending to use the Allied signboard to suppress this commander who did not play his cards according to common sense. It's just that he obviously underestimated Rama Mujam's courage and underestimated his current madness.

He didn't care about his injured palm at all, and he just slapped the pilot in the face. And as long as you have a little brain, it is not difficult to hear the desperate madness in his words.

"Don't talk to me about these useless things. I ask you to answer, and if you don't cooperate honestly, then I'll kill you and ask what I want to know from other people's mouths. I'm not kidding you anymore, so you'd better be smart for me! ”

Seriously, the pilot was intimidated. Not just because of that crazy attitude and tone, but more because of the warm and wet feeling that the touch on his face fed back. The obvious smell of blood made his heart twitch, and he knew very well that blood was the easiest thing to make people crazy. And in front of a crazy person, reasoning will obviously not work. He said he would kill himself, so there was a real chance that he would kill himself. It's no joke at all.

If you didn't die in the mouth of that monster with your own fleet, did you want to die at the hands of your own people? This is clearly not something this pilot wants to see. He wasn't the kind of person who saw death as if it were life, so he straightened up at once and replied in a hurried tone.

"I know, I know. I'll cooperate with you. Whatever you want to ask, I'll tell you. As long as you let me and my men go, we can tell you anything! ”

The very timid tone made the young and vigorous pilots behind him tremble with anger and struggle hard. So much so that the pilot, who had just uttered the words begging for mercy, couldn't help but turn around and shout at them in Korean. Ramammujam didn't care what he said in Korean, he now cared more about what he had just answered. For him, that's what he wants to see the most. Because that means the truth is slowly unfolding in front of him. This made him feel a little impatient.

"Tell me what the hell is going on. Why was your Seventh Fleet defeated so easily? Why are these things happening? How did Park Yeon-tae that idiot die. What about our enemies? Where exactly are our enemies? ”