Ballistic Silence of Special Years

In the morning, the rain stopped and the sky was slightly bright.

Near the village of Tuwadi, the soldiers of the third platoon of the special warfare company have been on guard around them, and there are firepower points and snipers at the nearby heights and good-looking positions.

A Mi-17 helicopter appeared on the side of the mountain, and in a blink of an eye it had arrived on a flat ground near the entrance of the village.

Under the huge belly of the aircraft, Johnny and his comrades were blinded by the strong wind from the propellers.

Sandy was lying on his back on the stretcher.

At this time, his mental state was still in that dissociated state. When he woke up, looking at the church that had been razed to the ground, his mind was blank.

where is this?
what am i doing?

Even if he tried his best to remember, he still couldn't remember why he was here.

He saw a stump on the ground.

It was a hand that had been severed about ten centimeters from the wrist. Under the light of the fire, the blood and the skin of the tragic defeat formed a chilling contrast.

He hastily raised his hands.

Fortunately.

hands are still...

But for some unknown reason or purpose, Sandy actually crawled over, subconsciously picked up his hand, and stuffed it into the hanging pocket on the right side of the tactical vest—that thing was originally used to quickly change ammunition during a battle Store empty magazines behind the magazine.

Still later, Sandy passed out again.

Now, he woke up again and saw the belly of the huge Mi-17.

He's sat on this thing before, but this is the first time he's lying on his back on a stretcher and looking up from this angle.

For some reason, it reminded him of the belly of the cow at home when he was a child.

Soon, Li Zheng and Tong Zhi got off the helicopter and ran straight here.

Beside Sandy's stretcher, Tong Zhi skillfully inspected Sandy's injuries, and then said with a sigh of relief: "No external injuries, just some scratches, this guy's life is good. But hurry to the hospital, I don't know if there is any internal bleeding. "

After all, with a wave of his hand, Johnny and the others carried Sandy onto the plane.

Sandy suddenly reached out her hand and grabbed Li Zheng.

Li Zheng was stunned.

Sandy's eyes were a little absent-minded, his pupils seemed like out-of-focus lenses, and his mouth grew a few times. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"What are you going to say?" Li Zheng put his ear to Sandy's mouth.

Sandy's lips moved a few times, but still nothing came out.

Tong Zhi said: "He has a concussion, which is a bit serious, and he is currently speechless, and it will take some time to recover."

Li Zheng asked Tong Zhi, "How long will it take?"

Tong Zhi said: "I'm not a professional military doctor, how do I know? But it's as little as a day, and it's hard to say if there are too many."

"Have a good rest." Li Zheng patted Sandy who was a little anxious, and comforted him: "Don't worry about things here."

Diesel hurried off the plane with a group of army officers and headed straight for the village.

Li Zheng called Johnny and the others to send Sandy away, and he and Tong Zhi followed into the village.

It was a big deal.

The losses were also heavy.

The church is a trap.

Someone put high explosives in it, made a trick device.

At present, it is not known what the trigger mode is and how it was triggered by someone.

Diesel's face was as white as paper.

He is now pinned to the crater.

I thought it was a good opportunity to show off, but I didn't expect that the army's special company directly lost a platoon of troops, 12 people were killed and more than 20 people were injured.

Seeing his appearance like a lost dog, Li Zheng, who was originally angry, held back his anger from him.

His identity is sensitive.

These soldiers were trained by him, but after all, they only trained for more than two months and lacked experience.

Ring any old special, perhaps this tragedy will not happen.

He reminded Diesel, but he didn't listen.

The lives of a dozen soldiers were ruined just like that.

It's just that as a foreign teacher, he is just a guest here. The affairs of other people's military are their own affairs after all, so it is inconvenient to intervene.

There was a strong smell of gunpowder smoke in the church. This was not the smell of charcoal left after the firewood was burned out. Tong Zhi and Li Zheng smelled a smell of gunpowder smoke mixed in it.

The roof of the entire church was blown off, and only a corner position a little farther from the explosion point still had some walls in front of it, and the remaining three walls were only ruins.

The most terrible thing is not these, but the smell of blood mixed in it.

Li Zheng saw some slimy things on the remaining walls.

When I looked up, it turned out to be minced meat...

He couldn't help his stomach rolling.

"What?" Tong Zhi noticed the unnatural expression on Li Zheng's face: "This is the scene, if you feel uncomfortable, go out and take a breath."

Although Li Zheng had participated in actual combat, he had never tried this kind of scene.

A bullet hits a person, at most it penetrates a hole.

And here...

I can't find a complete one.

The church is now full of people, and the army has sent many people from supporting departments to check the scene here.

But in Li Zheng's view, this is indeed sad.

What is lacking in any action is never Zhuge after the fact, let alone the lack of people who came to the scene after the accident.

But the initial intelligence analysis must be accurate.

Any intelligence agency is extremely critical to special forces.

The accuracy of an excellent intelligence analysis and intelligence network is often linked to the lives of soldiers.

But in countries like W, there are no professionals in the intelligence department, and all orders and action commands are completely up to the superior.

The superior is no better than those technical departments, just like Diesel, how high-spirited was he when he arrived at the company base last night?
It's just that the loss of intelligence control has caused Diesel to look like a dead dog now.

At least that's what Lee thinks.

All the things left after the explosion were gathered together by the search personnel at the scene.

There is actually nothing to see inside the church.

For an explosion point, the first thing to look at is the crater on the ground.

The size of the crater, the distance in front of him, and the distance of the splashing range can all determine the power of the explosive.

In the front of the center of the church, in front of the altar, there is a pit about half a meter deep and about 2 meters in diameter.

This kind of power is at least the explosive power of 3KG TNT.

Who put 3KG of high explosives here?
Li Zheng stopped in front of the collected items. He squatted down and looked at the remnants collected by the Army's logistics and technical departments on the ground, one by one.

The evidence speaks for itself.

Leftover items also speak.

I lost a platoon myself.

A full row.

Company commander Sandy is still lying in the hospital.

Li Zheng had to treat it with caution.

The collection place was a tent with plastic sheeting on the floor, and everything collected from the church—except for the slimy meat—was here.

Li Zheng and Tong Zhi looked through each piece.

The blasted and deformed gun...

The bulletproof vest that was deformed by the blast...

The radio station that was bombed and deformed...

There are also some incomplete clothes and rucksacks.

Of course, neither is complete, at most it is a fragment.

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