The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

This round of bombing is not over yet.

Another SU-25 attack aircraft swooped down behind the action team and dropped bombs on the rebels who were trying to pursue them. The whole town of Lascanyut was shaken again. This time, not to mention Watson, even the other team members were sprayed with dust, and many of them were even blinded and looked very embarrassed.

The last one turned to the highway east of the town and destroyed the armed convoy that came to reinforce.

The rebels did fight back, but they mainly used heavy machine guns. The few anti-aircraft machine guns were not a big threat to experienced pilots. The few individual anti-aircraft missiles that chased into the sky were also thrown away by the heat-seeking chaff bombs they threw at them.

"Diewolf, the plane is out of ammunition."

The pilot's call came from the communication channel: "The fleet is returning now, I wish you good luck."

"Thanks for the cover!"

The deputy captain squatted behind the bunker, holding a telescope and sticking half of his head out to observe for a while, and then ordered the team to continue moving forward. Watson could already see the vast fields east of the town, where a large number of mines were buried. The area within a hundred meters around the town was the safest, and the further out, the higher the danger index.

The evacuation helicopter team will arrive in about 2 minutes.

Under Watson's guidance, the action team stopped at the main outpost in the east of the town, set up defense on the spot, and treated the wounded in the team. Watson left the RPK-74, which was almost out of ammunition, and took out an SVD from the outpost's munitions box. He quickly got ready and took two team members to the pickup truck and drove north along the road to meet the sniper team that had just encountered the enemy during the retreat.

The attackers came from the northeast area of ​​the town.

As for the armed convoy on the eastern highway, only remnants are left.

The sniper team was nearly a thousand meters away, but they were still attacking from high up. The ASVK anti-material sniper rifle could penetrate almost all car bodies. The rebel soldiers did not have much room to fight back. The AK automatic rifle did not have enough range, so they could only rely on limited machine guns and mortars to hold on.

After five or six unlucky guys were shot down in succession, they gave up the idea of ​​operating a pickup truck loaded with machine guns. There was a large field between the road and the northern mountains - strictly speaking, it was a minefield, which created an impenetrable obstacle for both sides and it was almost impossible to drive a car through.

Until the SU-25 attack aircraft came to support, a round of fire directly destroyed most of the vehicles.

Completely crush the morale of this group of rebels.

The only pickup truck left in the convoy turned around and fled.

Although there are still a small number of remnants on the scene who may pull out RPGs when the helicopter lands, fortunately the escorting armed helicopters can solve this problem. Otherwise, if Watson is sent over to clean up the battlefield, the sniper team will not be able to make it in time for retreat.

"Sniper team, we are about to reach the target point."

"Received. We are in the woods at 2 o'clock. There are armed men active on the edge of the town on the left. Pay attention to identify the firepower."

"receive."

Watson turned the steering wheel, and the pickup truck accelerated up the gentle slope at the foot of the mountain and plunged into the woods. The northeast of the town was very remote, with no high-value targets and was not within the bombing range, so there were still a small number of rebel soldiers active.

"7 o'clock, two riflemen." The teammate had already seen the enemy, jumped out of the car first, and ran towards the tree trunk shelter with his gun. Watson had just opened the car door when several bullets grazed the tree trunk above his head. He slowly raised the SVD, aimed at the enemy and emptied half of the magazine.

The sound of a helicopter could be heard faintly in the sky.

The sound of gunfire from the other side of the grove continued for a while, then stopped one after another. The entire area fell into a brief silence. As the SVD fired another shot, the calm quickly shifted the focus of the ears to the sky.

"Any more?"

Turning the scope away from the dead enemy's face, Watson asked a question in the communication channel.

After a few seconds, someone responded: "Nothing more has been found."

"Come on, get in the car, and retreat."

"receive."

The helicopter engine roared closer and closer, and Watson, who had picked up all his teammates, stepped on the accelerator, and the pickup truck roared out of the woods and rushed to the east side of the town. He slightly changed the route, and the wheels rolled over the grass at the edge of a farm, rolling up a small piece of snow.

At this moment, the town of Lascanyut finally quieted down, with only sporadic gunshots. A row of dilapidated wooden railings stood in front of him, and Watson adjusted his direction and drove over the damaged part. An old woman was standing at the door of a small house next to the railings. She was dragged by the speed of the car and only her figure could be seen briefly.

Using his spider sense to avoid obstacles, Watson successfully drove the car back to the outpost.

With the first entry of two Hind helicopters, the operation came to an end.

The wreckage of the convoy on the road was showered by rockets again, and then a Mi-8 slowly flew over and lowered its altitude on the road. There were no more accidents during the whole process. Watson sat by the door of the passenger compartment of the Hind helicopter and watched the town of Lascanyut getting farther and farther away from him.

The dark smoke columns produced by the burning rose into the sky and gradually became the most conspicuous sign, and could still be seen even after flying several hundred meters. At the urging of the crew, Watson had to return to the cabin so that they could completely close the door panel.

This helicopter fleet includes a Mi-8 and three Hind helicopters. The latter's built-in passenger compartment can also carry a small number of personnel, so several aircraft share the personnel transportation task of the entire operation team.

Watson's is quite special.

Because he was the only passenger.

The crew received an order to transport Slade to another location to meet up with arms dealer Yuri Vostov. Watson did not say goodbye to his teammates, and as for Ahmed and Grigoriev, the two unlucky guys, they would probably never see each other again in this life.

The sniper team had returned the ASVK anti-material sniper rifle. Watson put the rifle on the empty seat opposite and stared at the ceiling of the cabin in a daze. There was another soldier in the cabin who was responsible for operating the weapons, but seeing the situation, he also tactfully hid in a corner.

He even opened a bottle of vodka.

The cabin soon fell into silence.

"Slade!"

Suddenly, a call came from the communication channel. It was Captain Dmitri's voice: "Are you leaving?"

"Yes." Watson didn't move. "I'm glad you made it."

"Ha! I won't die that easily!" The man laughed twice and continued, "Listen, my teammates told me that we owe you a lot. If you hadn't rushed in, I don't know what this operation would have turned out like. I just want to thank you."

"I guess I'm just lucky." Watson continued to look at the cabin ceiling. From the perspective of others, he really looked like a sculpture at the moment. "No need to say too much, Dmitri. I appreciate your thanks. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I can't continue the call. I still have things to do. I wish you good luck."

"Well, Slade, I hope we'll meet again someday."

Dmitri paused and added: "Of course, except on the battlefield."

chap!

Watson took off the communicator, turned off the power and threw it beside him. The Hind helicopter just started to turn and separated from the friendly aircraft. Outside the narrow window, the Mi-8 helicopter flashed by, just like the old woman he had seen before, and would never appear again.

But Watson knew he couldn't forget it.

He could not forget the young face in the scope.

When he pulled the trigger, he had no emotion. It was like he was dealing with an ordinary target. He aimed, shot, confirmed the kill, and then moved on to the next enemy. Watson recalled it, but he could not remember any details except the injuries to his teammates and the smoke bombs. Only that face was still fresh in his memory.

The scene of the SU-25 attack aircraft diving and launching rockets reappeared in his mind. He stared at the surging smoke and dust, watching the houses collapse in the explosion. Thinking of this, Watson looked down at his hands, which were covered with a thick layer of dust. A light tap would shake off a small cloud of dust.

How many people died in that small town today?

This was supposed to be a peaceful day.

Those newly added fragments of memories still linger in my mind, deeply rooted in this land filled with smoke of gunpowder. I have run across vast fields and swam in clear rivers. I have grown from childhood to adolescence, from the first love to starting a family and career, and finally destroyed in the war and died from my own black light virus.

This was supposed to be a peaceful day.

Oh, and those tubes of T-virus...

Listening to the roar in his ears, Watson slowly closed his eyes.

......

40 minutes later, the helicopter landed at a field airport.

"A huge success! Isn't it, haha!"

Yuri's face was flushed, and he came forward with his arms outstretched, escorted by several bodyguards. "I heard that you broke into the warlord's mansion by yourself! Hell, if you are willing to be my bodyguard, I dare to go to the Golden Triangle... Oh, look at you covered in dust, do you want to wash it? I'll ask them to bring a bucket of hot water."

"no."

Watson waved his hand: "Let's get this done quickly."

"Of course, Igor!" Yuri waved his hand, and Igor, who was not far away, came over with a cart with a heavy insulated box on it. A dozen bottles of wine were taken out amid a puff of smoke. Yuri took a bottle of wine and introduced it to Watson with a smile: "Look at this! I spent a lot of effort... Wait, where is the wine glass?"

"Oh, it should be in the car. Let me look for it."

Igor turned around and walked towards the car behind. At this moment, Yuri pulled out a revolver from his arms, pointed it at his back and pulled the trigger.

boom--!

The sound of gunfire spread across the empty tarmac, but the soldiers in the distance seemed not to hear it and continued to do their own things. As for the bodyguards, they had no reaction at all. They probably knew Igor's fate in advance, so they stood silently with their guns in hand, ignoring the new bodies on the ground.

"It's over. It's that simple."

Yuri raised his gun at Watson, then put it away: "Since you are in a hurry, I won't keep you. The plane is ready and can take off at any time."

"very good."

Watson took out a dagger and walked over, grabbing Igor's head with one hand, and beheaded him with a clean cut, leaving the bodyguards staring. Yuri took out all the bottles, opened the lid of the incubator, let the head fall in, and then locked it tightly: "Done, happy cooperation, Slade, you are really impressive."

"No, I suggest you forget me, at least for a while." Amid the man's laughter, Watson picked up a bottle of wine and clinked glasses with the other party, then carried the thermal box and walked towards the transport plane not far away.