The boss of a foreign organization called the police, claiming that he was defrauded by me

At this time, outside the research institute, Okafor, the captain of the Red Turban Army, patted Breg's shoulder and said with a smile: "Captain Breg, your information is crucial. I will remember it."

The main force of the Red Turban Army was initially confused by the fierce firepower of Bing Feng and others. They did not know the specific situation inside the research institute. They just looked at the firepower and thought that there were thousands of troops hidden in the research institute, which was the last force of the Zhongfu Army.

The fear of the unknown made Okafor instinctively want to retreat first, mobilize more troops, and even drive tanks and other combat vehicles to completely destroy the institute in one fell swoop.

However, just as he was about to order a retreat, Breg and other remnants of the Red Turban Army rushed over, joined the main force, and reported to him in detail what had happened before.

After listening to Breg's report, Okafor learned that there were only a dozen Kyushu people in the institute who had just received airdrop reinforcements. The shadow in his heart immediately disappeared, and he did not retreat.

"Luckily I didn't retreat. Otherwise, if word got out that I was scared away by a dozen people from Kyushu, would I still be able to save my face?"

Thinking of this, Okafor patted Breg's shoulder again, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

Breg was somewhat puzzled by his praise. He never thought that Okafor, who had thousands of Red Turban Army soldiers under his command, had ever thought of retreating.

However, this is good for him, and he is too lazy to think about the reasons behind it.

"Captain, thank you for the compliment. This is what a Red Turban Army soldier should do."

Breg looked at the research institute getting closer and closer, and a bloodthirsty and greedy look flashed in his eyes.

He added tentatively, "Captain, if you really want to reward me, can you wait until you take control of the institute and let me handle the rest?"

He not only wanted to kill Bing Feng and others with his own hands to avenge his brother, but also wanted to take Bing Feng and others' weapons for his own use.

Okafor took in Breg's expression. He stared into Breg's eyes and said calmly, "Yes, but I can only give you a person so that you can avenge your brothers with your own hands."

As the captain of the Red Turban Army, he saw through Breg's thoughts at a glance.

Countless numbers of his men were killed or injured because of the Kirin AK47. He understood its extraordinaryness better than anyone else, and wanted to possess it more than anyone else.

He would not give up just because he liked Breg at the moment.

Under Okafor's gaze, Breg felt that all the secrets in his heart had been discovered. He smiled awkwardly and said nothing more. He said respectfully, "Thank you very much, Captain."

However, just as the captains of the Red Turban Army began to think about the Kirin AK47, there was silence in the research institute.

No one spoke. Everyone, including Bing Feng, just took turns mechanically and repetitively, pulling the trigger.

Their faces were filled with numbness and confusion.

They had tried their best and tried their best, but they were still unable to stop the Red Turban Army's advance.

"After all, we won't be able to hold on until the reinforcements from our motherland arrive!" Bing Feng thought bitterly in his heart.

"Maybe... this is fate!"

Faced with the endless Red Turban Army outside the research institute, everyone accepted their fate.

This time, Bing Feng couldn't even think of trying to break through.

He knew very well in his heart that with such a huge gap in strength, all the deployments and plans were in vain.

It’s better to kill as many people as possible while you can still shoot.

The breath of despair once again permeated the air, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

However, at this moment.

"Da da da - da da da -"

The sound of a propeller turning was heard, coming from far away and getting louder and louder.

It seemed as if a bright light suddenly burst out from the eyes of everyone in the research institute!

They quickly looked up at the sky.

Under their expectant gaze, a huge black helicopter flew over quickly from the horizon.

It’s the UH-60 “Black Hawk” attack helicopter!

After Yang Xia gave the order, Price and his four companions returned to the sky above the research institute and began looking for places where there were more Red Turban Army troops.

They discovered that so many Red Turban Army soldiers suddenly appeared near the research institute where there were almost no people!

So there was no need to look for it anymore, and it immediately flew over to give the "big gift".

Not only Bing Feng and others saw the helicopter, but the large number of Red Turban Army outside the research institute also discovered the helicopter.

“That’s them!!!”

At this time, a roar came from the Red Turban Army. It was Breg's voice.

Looking at the helicopter, the memories of humiliation from before suddenly flooded into his mind like a tide.

"Alright, alright! You actually dared to fly back! I have so many people here now... I'll just shoot you to pieces!!!"

While cursing in his heart, Breg quickly said to Okafor beside him: "Captain, this is the helicopter that killed almost my entire team. It is our enemy!!"

After hearing what Breg said, Okafor thought about ordering the concentrated fire to destroy the helicopter first.

After all, the threat posed by this helicopter is much greater than those dozen Kyushu people in the research institute.

He still understands this clearly.

However, just as Okafor opened his mouth and was about to give an order, suddenly, he froze!

And it wasn't just Okafor himself, everyone who saw the helicopter was dumbfounded!
Suddenly, everything fell silent.

The sound of the gunshot disappeared in an instant, like a guitar string being suddenly plucked, the lingering sound came to an abrupt end.

Everyone's thoughts seemed to be emptied at this moment, and the idea of ​​shooting had long since disappeared.

Their eyes were focused on one place - a UH-60 "Black Hawk" attack helicopter, hovering high in the sky far away from the institute, like a stationary giant beast.

Then, without any warning, the wings on both sides of the helicopter slowly opened, and four white missiles shaped like light torpedoes suddenly shot out, diving down rapidly towards the direction of the research institute with a breath of destruction.

At the same time, the slightly joking voice of "Soap" McTavish was heard from the helicopter. His words were particularly abrupt in this dead silent environment and were directed directly at the Red Turban Army, making thousands of them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar and suddenly woke up.

Their eyes widened, their pupils shrank, and their mouths opened as if they could swallow their own fists. The fear made them want to escape, but their legs felt as heavy as lead and they could not move at all.

Desperate shouts and cries instantly resounded around the institute. The Red Turban Army knew that there was no hope of escape and collapsed completely.

Okafor and Breg did not join the chorus of despair. Instead, they showed complex smiles on their faces, which were intertwined with despair, regret, helplessness, fear and remorse.

Their thoughts replayed like a slide show, showing what happened not long ago.

At this moment, their minds were blank and they only wished that time could go back so that they could stay away from this research institute.

However, just as the mood of despair spread among the Red Turban Army, Bing Feng and others in the research institute came to their senses at this critical moment. They looked at the trajectory of the missile in the sky and found that the missile's landing point was still some distance away from the research institute, and the hope of survival was rekindled.

Bing Feng's roar suddenly rang out, full of a desire to survive. The others followed him and ran wildly as if it was a conditioned reflex.

However, they had just taken one step, or even two steps, and before they could take the third step, four huge roars exploded in their ears.

Bing Feng and the others felt as if someone pushed them from behind. Their feet left the ground and were pushed out by a huge force. Then there was a series of dull sounds and they fell heavily to the ground. Their consciousness became confused, and everything went dark in front of their eyes. There was nothing in their ears except the buzzing sound.

As the beeping sound gradually weakened until it disappeared completely, the darkness in front of their eyes also began to slowly fade away.

From trance to blur and then to clarity, they struggled to get up from the ground and looked around in amazement.

The research institute has been completely changed, with only ruins left at the gate. Outside the institute, the thousands of Red Turban Army have almost disappeared, leaving only four huge pits. White smoke is rising slowly, and inside the pits are countless broken limbs and incomplete corpses.

The surviving Red Turban Army were scattered around the deep pit, but they had no combat capability and could only lie on the ground, groaning weakly and rolling in pain.

The helicopter in the sky had long disappeared without a trace, leaving only the empty blue sky.

Time passed by minute by minute, but Bing Feng and others seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move, even their expressions did not change.

At this moment, a burst of rapid and loud shouts came from a distance, getting closer and closer, and the sound became louder and louder.

That was the national language of Kyushu. The familiar language warmed the hearts of Bingfeng and others, and a warm current flowed through their bodies.

Their brains began to re-receive information and they involuntarily turned their heads to look in the direction where the sound came from.

At the bottom of the gentle slope, there were tens of thousands of soldiers in combat uniforms, with yellow skin, black eyes, and covered in dust, dirt, and oxidized dark red blood. They were the reinforcements from Kyushu who had been rushing through the checkpoints from the edge of Aya for nearly two days and two nights.

Their arrival made Bing Feng and others very excited.

"They're here! They're finally here! Our compatriots from Kyushu are here! The reinforcements from our motherland have arrived!"

Although they are no longer in danger of death, the support from their motherland makes them feel warm and encouraged.

At this moment, seeing the reinforcement team from Kyushu rushing towards them, Bing Feng and the others felt a complex emotion: excitement, relief, and excitement...

All kinds of emotions are intertwined and difficult to express in words.

They stood there in a daze, watching the reinforcements getting closer and closer.

At the same time, the reinforcements from Kyushu Kingdom also saw Bing Feng and others on the gentle slope.

The seriousness and solemnity on their faces disappeared instantly, replaced by bright smiles.

“We see our compatriots!”

"Dr. Chen is here too!"

"They are all fine!"

Cheers rang out one after another, and the reinforcements quickened their pace, moving in an orderly and joyful manner.

However, when they crossed the gentle slope and were about to reach Bing Feng and others, the scene before them made them stop suddenly.

The smile froze on his face, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

The corpses of the Red Turban Army were scattered all around. They couldn't imagine how Bing Feng and his few men could have accomplished all this.

The two sides stood facing each other, and tens of thousands of reinforcements from Kyushu and Bing Feng and others were all silent.

Their body language was stiff and they stared at each other in amazement, as if time had frozen at this moment.

There was an indescribable tension in the air, and the soldiers' hearts were filled with confusion and shock.

"What...what's going on?"

A reinforcement soldier muttered to himself, his eyes moving back and forth between Bing Feng and others and the corpses of the Red Turban Army scattered on the ground.

"We don't know either." Bing Feng smiled bitterly. He couldn't explain it all. "But we did it."

The leader of the reinforcements came forward, looked around sharply, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you encounter? How come all the Red Turban Army died here?"

Bing Feng and others looked at each other, they knew that this question was difficult to answer.

Finally, Bing Feng stepped forward and briefly recounted what had happened before: the Red Turban Army's raid, their resistance, and the mysterious explosion at the end.

After hearing this, the leader of the reinforcement force frowned.

He understood that there must be some unknown secret hidden behind all this.

But at this moment, he was more concerned about the safety of Bing Feng and others.

"You've worked hard." He said in a deep voice, "Now, come back with us. We will investigate everything here."

Bing Feng and others nodded. They knew that this moment of calm was only temporary.

Behind the demise of the Red Turban Army, there must be a bigger conspiracy waiting for them.

But they also understand that, no matter what, they are no longer fighting alone.

At the same time, in Zhang Yan's office at the Kyushu National Defense Science Institute, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

The door was gently pushed open, and an old man named Wang Jin walked in.

He is the deputy director of the Air Force Research Department. Today he came to Zhang Yan specifically to answer some scientific and technological questions.

"Zhang Yan, are you there? I have some questions I want to discuss with you."

Wang Jin walked into the office, but found it empty.

He couldn't help but shook his head, complaining in his heart about Zhang Yan's breaking of his promise.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw several pieces of paper scattered on the floor in front of the desk.

He walked forward curiously and prepared to pick up the paper. However, when he saw the content on the paper, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Those formulas and theories turned out to be the key to the radar stealth technology he had been researching for many years!

He was so shocked that he was speechless, and hurriedly ran to the meeting room of the Air Force Research Department with the paper.

He knew that the department was holding a meeting at that moment and all the top professors were there.

He pushed open the door and walked into the conference room, handing the paper in his hand to Minister Li Xiu breathlessly.

"Minister, please show this to the professors! I think these formulas can solve the radar stealth technology problem we have been facing for many years!" Wang Jin said excitedly. (End of this chapter)