Chapter 61: The Independent Army

The camp of the Independence Army of Modova in a valley in Eastern Europe.

Zeto Varadhan, the terrorist who calls himself "sonar", is sitting in the tent of the headquarters dangling a cigar, and the female announcer on the old TV screen in front of him is not knowing her Showed him his results several times.

"At present, the whole country is at a standstill because of terrorists called Sonar," she said solemnly. "Statistics have shown several times that the bombing in the metropolis on Friday killed 23 people and injured dozens of people. Confidential The intelligence advises citizens to avoid gatherings and warns that Varadhan's bombs are driven by the increasing sound energy of groups such as speech, laughter and cell phone ringtones. Varadhan said that as long as the United Nations does not hold a meeting as soon as possible to discuss the disputes in European countries, Modova The territorial sovereignty issue of China will carry out more attacks..."

Varadhan grinned uncontrollably when he saw this place, and smiled, like a kid who saw his prank take effect. At this moment, another senior member of the Independence Army bent over and walked into the tent. He unloaded his heavy magazine and rifle on the table and sat next to Varadhan.

Varadhan handed him a cigar: "Come on?"

"No, thanks."

Valaden shrugged, and lit his soot on the black ground next to the sofa: "You should try it, Dhaka. Although those people are bastards, their cigars are really good."

The man named Dhaka stared at the screen for a while with him, and asked, "Your plan looks successful."

"The effect is remarkable." Varadhan said confidently. "They will do this. This is what the bureaucratic villains are best at-meeting and discussing. You can't take back anything by chanting empty slogans with a slap in the face. What belongs to us is to rely on strength to win, this is the only law of the operation of the world. Only by showing them the strength and poking their pain points can attract the necessary attention."

He was talking proudly when a recruit wearing a helmet suddenly got into the tent in a panic. He stood at attention first, gave a standard military salute, and then hurriedly reported: "Sir, we may have encountered an enemy attack."

"Impossible." Before Varadhan spoke, Dhaka frowned and said, "Politicians in those big countries will never dare to act rashly at this juncture. Even if they decide to take tough measures, it will be after the UN meeting."

The soldier reported: "But we have continuously received reports of enemy attacks on multiple nearby training camps within a few minutes, and now all units over there have been completely silent on the communication channel. And according to the enemy's offensive trajectory ...They are here for us, sir."

Dhaka became a little uneasy. He turned his gaze to Varaden, who was still on the sofa, and said: "Could it be that this time the U.S. government really hit the key point, they finally decided to do whatever it takes?"

This is the worst situation they can expect. Varaden frowned and finished smoking the cigarette, flicking the cigarette butt aside, and stood up and said: "Who is it, we will know in a few minutes. Inform all units, the highest level of alert, prepare for battle."

I have to say that although these terrorists are not considered regular troops, the execution and discipline of the troops are all the same. In just a few minutes, every soldier in the entire camp was ready to go, heavily armored tanks lined up in a neat phalanx, and advanced heavy artillery mounted on the wings. Don't think they are just an irregular armed force, but if any generals of any country come to the military parade at this time, they will undoubtedly be stunned by their unexplained heavy firepower.

However, these devout fighters who use jihad as the slogan every day are desperadoes who are not afraid of death, but they have not actually experienced the baptism of the battlefield full of blood and war, and they can't help themselves when the real enemy is about to come. Something nervous - especially when you don't know anything about the enemy.

Who will the enemy be? An invincible elite teacher? Or is it an elite team like a precision battle scalpel?

The unknown is often the source of fear, and unfounded suspicion makes the waiting process extremely long.

I don't know how many seconds from the bottom of my heart, the so-called enemy finally appeared in front of this well-armed unit. Out of the imagination of all of them, there were only two enemies, but they brought incomparable coercion far surpassing thousands of troops. The young girl who looked still childish between her eyes and shoulders gently fell to the front of the tank formation, wearing two red cloaks like banners in the middle of the battlefield.

But what is really scary is the big "s" on their chests, which is a sign that everyone living on the earth knows the meaning, and many people will lose 8% of it the moment they see it. Ten fighting spirit.

The huge camp fell into a weird silence for a while. The soldiers' low breathing sounded one after another, but no one spoke.

Jay took the first two steps, completely ignoring the countless muzzles and barrels pointed at him, and said in a gentle but extremely loud voice: "If I were you, I would not Do a stupid attempt. Now, let us all save a little trouble and tell me directly which one is Zeto Varadhan, so we can still solve the problem by talking."

His tone was not rushed, but he was full of breath, and his voice resounded through the field, as if every cannon tube was humming under that loud voice. The terrorists were pale and began to look at each other-they were not afraid of death, and even proud of it. But they are afraid of battles with no chance of winning, because they know that their struggle will not even make any sense in front of the only two enemies.

Until the leader of the phalanx roared: "All units follow the order and fire!"

The command was like a thunderstorm that awakened the souls of these desperadoes, reminding them of the so-called doctrines and creeds. The soldiers responded in unison, and the sound gathered in one place was stronger than before, like thunder in the sky.

The gunfire sounded, the war was ignited, and the flames of the guns were overwhelming, engulfed in the thick black smoke, and swept towards the two figures. Jay and Kara were instantly enveloped in intensive firepower within a radius of tens of meters where Jay and Kara were based. Imagine that the firepower of an entire army poured unreservedly on just two people. What a spectacular scene.

Jay stood upright in the middle of the wrapped firelight and shrapnel, sighing helplessly. In fact, this is also a step that cannot be skipped as expected. He did not really expect these terrorists to actually put down their guns when he shouted before, and then everyone poured a cup of tea and chatted peacefully. The words he put out were more like It's routine.

Jay and Kara looked at each other through the gunpowder and flames, nodded tacitly, and then simultaneously made an athlete-like starting action.

Half a second later, two roars of air blasts were mixed with the sound of continuous artillery fire. The red and blue afterimages pierced out like two sharp knives, cutting the front of the smoke screen open, and the hurricane that stirred up black smoke forward Sweeping, the heavy armored tank at the forefront was suddenly blown over to both sides like a Lego toy!