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Chapter 53 The Tangled Colonel (for further reading, there will be another chapter soon)
"Bamba, can you make the plane circle? I want to see the situation in downtown Boda."

As soon as the colonel finished speaking, he felt the plane begin to circle to the right, which restricted the angle of the camera, but he finally decided not to put additional pressure on Bamba.

Soon Worden saw the iconic white dome of Borda City Hall, the battered marble facade, and the messy buildings around it.

"hiss……"

The colonel gasped, but this situation made him a little more at ease.

So he quickly judged that the Belgian army should have been shamelessly attacked by militants, and then withdrew into the city, relying on the street fighting terrain to exchange fire with the enemy.

As for the outcome of the battle...

Through the camera, Worden could vaguely see locals repairing houses and yards. Commercial activities on the street have also resumed. It seems that the militants should have been repelled.It was only because the camp had been completely destroyed that it was temporarily impossible to communicate with the mainland.

However, in such a large-scale conflict, the contingent will inevitably suffer certain casualties, and the local pacifists may use this to attack Pascal.

"I hope Jazz can withstand the pressure..." the colonel retracted the camera, looked at the photos he just took one by one, and said to himself at the same time.

For a long time, the colonel has dismissed those saints who are full of benevolence and morality. In order to satisfy their own pursuits, they spend a lot of state money to accept refugees, and even let the country suffer from rising crime rates and the risk of terrorist attacks.

In Worden's view, instead of leaving the risks to civilians, it is better to send the army to kill those terrorist organizations from the root, so that the displaced refugees can return to their hometowns to live in peace and stability. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds.

This was also one of the reasons why he chose to follow Pascal. The other party was the only person in the parliament who dared to mention the word anti-terrorism, and he was very angry with Colonel Woden.

While the colonel was thinking about the domestic situation, Bamba's slightly flustered voice came from the right: "Colonel, our right engine has lost power!"

One sentence pulled Worden out of his thoughts, he subconsciously tilted his head, and he could see through the glass on the right that the engine had stopped rotating at this time.

Due to the moment imbalance, the aircraft was yawing to the right and rolling to the right, gradually losing altitude.

The colonel quickly took over flight control, and almost instinctively began to operate according to the principle of handling a single engine failure.

But he didn't notice the abnormal condition of the throttle until he tried to restart the engine and failed (it was started, but the throttle valve was lowered), and he was about to adjust the right propeller to smooth.

At this time, the Sea Islander had already flown for a long distance, and its height had dropped to about 100 meters.

Worden took two deep breaths and resisted the urge to scold the co-pilot. He knew that this was already the best aircraft and pilot in CAF, and losing his temper in the cockpit would not do any good.

Because the altitude was too low, the colonel did not dare to turn immediately, and the aircraft did not resume climbing until the unresponsive right engine gradually regained power.

"Look at our current position and prepare to return." Worden sighed exhaustedly, and said to Bamba next to him.

The accuracy of GPS in Sanan Afrikaans is poor, but it is good enough to aid in navigation during the flight.

It was already getting late at this time, and it was estimated that it would be completely dark in an hour at most. He didn't want to fly such a thing at night.

Fortunately, the task assigned by Pascal has been completed, and the next step is to return at a cruising speed of 140 knots. Although Bimber Air Force Base does not have a reliable tower and ground support, the lights are sufficient anyway.

"Adjust the course to... 110." Bamba was also a little nervous because of his mistake just now.

"Okay, heading 110." Worden repeated the password as required, but he found that the co-pilot next to him seemed a little absent-minded, so he bit the bullet and said in relief: "Don't be nervous, it's okay."

Bamba was looking out of the right window in a daze, when suddenly a red light came into his eyes.

"Colonel, I seem to see a fire on the ground." Bamba rubbed his eyes to make sure he was right.

"Firelight?" Woden tensed up instantly, pushing the throttle again to gain some speed and altitude.

As a former fighter pilot, the colonel knew that some novices would ignore the tail flames when the portable anti-aircraft missiles on the ground were launched. The propellant of these missiles burns for a short time, almost passing by in a flash. Most aircraft can easily dodge just by accelerating , but poses a deadly threat if not noticed.

"Can you still see it?" Worden turned around and confirmed again.

Bamba nodded, which proved that the colonel's worries just now were unnecessary.

"It doesn't matter, maybe it's a poacher or something in the wild." Worden breathed a sigh of relief, and then adjusted his sitting posture. The poor cockpit environment of the islanders made his waist uncomfortable: "Let's return quickly."

Directly below the plane, Colonel Duart and his remaining dozen or so subordinates were sitting around a fire, discussing the next step.

The enemy's attack in the early hours of the morning was well coordinated. Most people in the camp died in the explosion without even realizing what happened. , and then ran all the way north for almost a whole day.

In the panic, no one thought of bringing a GPS or a compass. In fact, most of them didn't even bring their weapons. There were only three pistols in the entire team.

So they can't determine their position now, they can only tell the general direction according to the sun.

After ten hours of fleeing, the team was divided on what to do next.

Some people think that they should turn around and go back to Boda to see the situation. These people are mainly military officers.

The non-commissioned officers and soldiers felt that Boda must have been occupied by the group in the morning at this time, and going back now would be tantamount to throwing themselves into a trap, and they should directly divert to the east, go directly to Bangui, and get in touch with the embassy.

Colonel Duart has not expressed his position. He is aware of the reasons for this disagreement.

In the military of any country, it is impossible to accept the attack and flee without fighting as in the morning, and it must bear corresponding responsibilities.

In particular, Counselor Derivo, who is the daughter of a big boss in the parliament, now sees no one alive or dead, giving Duart a headache for himself.

It doesn't matter if you are a big soldier, the worst thing is to retire and change careers, but the officers are all from the military academy, and their future and destiny are almost tied to the army. Naturally, they hope to find a way to salvage the situation.

It would be better to find out about the situation in Driveau, so that at least some of the anger from the counselor's father could be alleviated.

But the soldiers' opinions were not unreasonable. They were not Rambos. With only three pistols, if Boda really became an enemy-occupied area, they would undoubtedly die.

Just when the two factions were at a stalemate, a few sharp-eyed people happened to see the Sea Islander descending in a strange posture.

"Look, it's a transport plane." A captain pointed to the sky.

"It came from the direction of Boda." The colonel picked up a burning firewood from the fire and waved it towards the sky a few times.

The plane maintained its original flight path for a while, and began to turn and climb when it was close to the heads of the crowd.

This action made the colonel even more convinced that the other party was looking for their group.

So the opinions of the officers quickly gained the upper hand—since there were already planes coming from the direction of Boda to conduct a special search, it means that the group of militants who launched the attack in the morning should have retreated, otherwise the CAF army would have no time to do it. this matter.

Granted, no one considered the possibility that the enemy was being repulsed.

"I think we can consider going back and taking a look. It would be too embarrassing to just wait for rescue here." As several senior sergeants changed their attitudes, the big soldiers lost their backbone, and naturally it was impossible to resist orders.

"Then it's decided. Let's rest here for one night and go back tomorrow morning." The colonel waved his pistol and said to his subordinates.

On the other side, in the urban area of ​​Boda, Han Feng and his party have arrived at the banquet held by Abel.

Abel's wound has been re-treated by Layla's medical team, but it is still not very strong.

Even so, the director persisted and appeared at the banquet.

People in Boda City are panicking now, and there are only six wounded in his police station. If someone really takes advantage of this opportunity to stir up trouble, there is no way to deal with it.

This thing is the same as a bank run, so Abel knows that he must show the confidence to control the situation, otherwise once the hearts of the people are scattered, it will be difficult to lead the team.

Abel, who was wrapped in bandages, appeared at the gate of the police building amidst the smell of barbecue in the air.

"Citizens and friends of Boda, a group of militants attacked our city this morning. The camp of the Belgian army was hit hard at the first time. Our respected Mayor of Esper was also found and killed by mobs."

This sentence is not adulterated at all, and it is also seen by everyone present.

"Subsequently, the local police and the Belgian army who retreated into the city put up a heroic and tenacious resistance. Unfortunately, due to our insufficient numbers, we could only focus on defending the two buildings of the police station and the city hall, causing many residents' houses and courtyards to be destroyed. Here comes the destruction."

The statement was half-truth, half-false, but most of the people present could not discern the adulterated part.

"At the critical moment, Mr. Han Feng of Boda Industrial Group and his friends joined the battlefield. We suffered heavy casualties, but in the end we still turned the tide of the battle and repelled the enemy's attack."

When Abel spoke here, the audience below had already started whispering.

In the past half a year, Han Feng has gained some fame in the local area. This Chinese man who came suddenly seems to be alone, but it seems that there is no trouble that can hinder him, and everything can be repaired.

This name even spread to the ears of Suonda in the salt mine, and it was only then that the latter came to Han Feng with a broken gun to fix it.

So some people thought that there was a big company from China behind him, and Abel's words just confirmed this conjecture.

(End of this chapter)