"They've already entered the jungle, I can't see them from the air …"
The pilot's line of sight was blocked by the vegetation on the ground. He could only vaguely see the shadows through the canopy of the trees.
The temperature in the north was slower than the temperature in the south. The southernmost part of the Federation had already entered spring, and the temperature was at least 18 or 19 degrees. But in the southernmost part of Marillo, the temperature was only 10 degrees.
In addition, the harsh winter caused the old leaves on the trees to fall off, which gave the pilot a chance to vaguely see.
The sergeant on the ship looked at the dense forest not far from the shore and was silent for a moment. He glanced at the Rear Admiral who was dressed like an ordinary person and made a decision.
"Force them out."
"Roger!"
The beret man suddenly looked up at the sky. The plane that had been hovering at a low altitude suddenly rose. Was it going to leave?
It was interesting to say that looking from the sky to the ground, almost nothing could be seen, but looking from the ground to the sky, it was easy to find the whereabouts of the plane.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth. The thing flying in the sky was annoying, but it was not omnipotent. At least in the face of the jungle, it had no way to deal with it.
"Hurry up and try to reach the location as soon as possible."
The group of people sped up and didn't even look at the plane in the sky.
They didn't look, but the Rear Admiral and the military observers on the cruiser didn't dare to relax a little. Their eyes were fixed on the plane in the sky.
They saw the plane suddenly rise, circled twice in the air, seemed to find the right angle, and then slammed down.
Just when it was about 50 to 100 meters from the ground, a sharp object was suddenly thrown from the bottom of the plane's fuselage.
This thing almost didn't need to be adjusted to the ground, and at the same time the plane rose again.
At that moment, with the violent explosion and the flying vegetation and dust, everyone knew that the shell had exploded.
The Rear Admiral tightly grasped the handguard on the side of the ship, his expression was very serious.
He participated in the naval battle against Gefra, and it was the naval battle that made him a Rear Admiral from a Marine Colonel. He knew very well what war wanted.
He knew better than the generals sitting in the office of the Ministry of Defense, and the senators in the Congress related to the military.
There was no need for humanitarian concern, no need for moral politeness, and no need for benevolence. What was needed was lethality.
Some people believed that war was a continuation of politics, a means to facilitate political compromise. Of course, such words were correct when spoken by politicians.
However, in the eyes of the soldiers, war was a military operation carried out to maximize the number of people who were not on their side.
Cruel?
Terrifying?
No, this was a massacre to begin with.
As long as he could kill the enemy and reduce his own casualties, even releasing a demon was acceptable.
At this moment, the plane made a second dive to drop the bomb. The dive was to increase the accuracy of the bomb and also to make the primer more likely to detonate.
With another loud bang, the trees in the center of the explosion fell down. The power of the shell was too great.
At this time, more planes were approaching from behind. Two of these planes were equipped with machine guns.
Eight planes constantly circled or dived over the seaside jungle. The oppressive noise of each plane's dive made the Beret Man and his men panic as if they were stabbed in the ass.
The planes blocked their escape. Only the road back to the beach was intact. The other directions were bombed.
This was a clear hint that it was time to go back.
Sometimes people always had to face such a helpless choice. You didn't want to choose, but fate had forced the choice into your hands. You had to choose.
After trying to break through and leaving the bodies of five men, the Beret Man admitted defeat.
The Rear Admiral and the observers on the ship were still in a heated discussion. There was no doubt that the appearance of the plane completely changed their understanding of the aircraft.
This was no longer a project that was not worth too much effort in their eyes.
Stable takeoff and landing, simple maintenance, fast and ultra-long flight, and amazing and accurate destructive power. There was no doubt that the birth of the plane was really as Lynch said. It would change the pattern of war.
These professional military observers finally came to a conclusion. The Federation had to be at the forefront of the world!
More than ten minutes later, the Beret Man and his men walked out of the jungle in a sorry state. The people of Blackstone Security were already waiting for them on the beach.
The Beret Man was injured. A shell exploded less than fifteen meters away from him. He was very lucky. Most of the shrapnel was blocked by a tree beside him, but some of the shrapnel did injure him.
He limped and slowly knelt on the beach with his hands raised high. There were less than ten of his men around him. They placed the things they had plundered on the beach and followed his example of kneeling there.
At this moment, the battle was almost over. However, the planes in the sky did not completely leave. This was because they were in Marillo's territory.
They did not have the permission of Marillo's puppet government to carry out a military attack here. In case some people were sick and wanted to cause trouble, keeping the planes was a kind of warning.
The role of the planes became more and more obvious. The Major General also started to discuss with the military observers how to build a new tactical system.
On the beach, a team leader walked to the Beret Man's side. He looked at him with disdain. "Hand over the yellow envelope that Mr. Lynch gave you."
The Beret Man was stunned for a moment. Then, he realized that these people were related to Lynch.
He silently took out the item from his underwear without any resistance. When they saw that it was really hidden in his underwear, the team members could not help but laugh. Only the team leader's expression turned ugly.
Such a valuable item must be kept by the team leader.
He raised the rifle in his hand and smashed the Beret Man's head with the butt.
The arrogant Beret Man and his men on the ship were humiliated by the Federation. They did not dare to say or do anything.
The team leader pinched the corner of the envelope with disdain. He lifted it up and a foul smell immediately hit his face.
It smelled like … dead fish and rotten prawns were stuffed into an upside-down iron bucket in the summer and exposed to the sun for two days.
"Damn it!"
He quickly took out a bag from his pocket and wrapped the envelope in it. Only then did he feel a little better.
"Is everything here?"
The team leader asked.
The Beret Man was silent for a few seconds before he nodded.
The team leader took two steps back. This action made the Beret Man's heart clench. He wanted to stand up, but it was too late.
All of a sudden, gunshots rang out, and everyone was killed without being able to resist.
Looking at these people twitching on the beach, the team leader curled his lips. He said to the others, "Next time, remember to tie their hands and ankles together. These are all armed thugs."
He patted a rookie on the shoulder and shouted, "Clean up the battlefield. It's time to go home!"
The soldiers were very excited. At first, when they were told that they were going to be discharged, they were still very afraid.
This was because they were not prisoners. Prisoners would at least learn some survival skills in prison. These soldiers, on the other hand, did not know anything.
They only knew how to kill people. Killing people without permission was illegal. They had no means of survival in society.
This anxiety and confusion only gradually subsided when they entered Blackstone Security.
It was like returning home. They received training every day and carried out orders. Whether it was protecting or killing, they were the best at it.
More importantly, Blackstone Security gave them a high salary. If they could go out in the field, they would receive an extra allowance every day. Almost everyone wanted to go out in the field.
The rookie standing on the beach looked at the old men who had just killed some people and were talking about where to go for a vacation. He could not keep up with these people's jumping thoughts.
The team leader walked over and punched him in the chest. He smiled and said, "Don't be in a daze. Take the things and we will fight back. You will get used to it …"
He seemed to be talking about the high benefits and treatment of Blackstone Security, but it also seemed like he was talking about … killing people?
The newbie didn't know. He and his partner were dragging a heavy bag towards the speedboat. The only thing he knew was that he would receive a subsidy of about a thousand yuan for this operation in less than two weeks, and he would also receive a paid holiday of no less than a week.
The monetary gain washed away the confusion of life after killing people. He also began to chat with his partner about going out to have fun during the vacation.
Later, the sergeant called Lynch and told him that the mission had been completed and that they were on their way back.
The whole operation was recorded by the camera. This would be a very important piece of information that could persuade the Ministry of Defense, the military, and even the Congress to give Lynch more orders and budget.
At nine o 'clock the next morning, representatives of the military and the Ministry of Defense appeared outside Lynch's door.
The boat came back in the middle of the night. The major general and the observers did not dare to delay. They sent all the information to the Ministry of Defense and various military regions through the television network overnight.
Ten minutes later, the generals of the Ministry of National Defense and the military almost fought over who would get the two hundred airplanes first. The winner would get to pick first.
Until someone raised a question.
"Why don't I order more planes from Lynch?"
"Isn't it solved?"
This was a f * cking good idea!
This was also the reason why the representatives of the Ministry of National Defense and the military appeared in front of Lynch's door early in the morning. They couldn't wait to get their hands on the real aircraft and try it out to determine how to build a new tactical system around the aircraft.
Everything was as Lynch said. It was going to change the war!