The Military-industrial Scientific Research System of the Academic Master Chapter 703

Chapter 703 Comrade, you saved everything last night

At the same time, the Balkan Peninsula, which has been engulfed in war for the past half month, has also entered the early morning hours.

 For the mid-to-high latitudes of the Northern Hemisphere, the effective sunshine duration reaches 15 hours in mid-to-late April.

 So during this time, even though the sun cannot be seen rising yet.

But the sky is already dark.

In the soft morning fog, a Wazi 469 off-road vehicle with a civilian license plate flashed dim fog lights and sped past on the empty street.

In the co-pilot position, Captain Nikolai Barsak was holding a city map in his hand, and was not very skillfully directing a sergeant major next to him who was about to rub sparks out of the steering wheel:

“The one in front of you is wrong. Go to the right at the next intersection, and then go to the left immediately…”

 The old Jeep, which is nearly 20 years old, is swaying and looking like it might fall apart at any time.

　　That is to say, it is still during the "night" control period, and the surrounding power plants and substation facilities have long been destroyed by bombs, so there are neither traffic lights nor traffic police on the street. Otherwise, you will probably be stopped if you go on such a rampage.

 In the past few hours, the sky above the entire city seemed to have exploded.

 At the beginning, the air defense forces, including Barsac himself, used ambush tactics and suddenly fired a half-minute burst into the air.

As Lieutenant Colonel Danny's confidant and white glove, the captain naturally fully understands the operating logic of this set of things, but understanding is understanding. Logically speaking, it is almost a millennium and we are still using large-caliber anti-aircraft guns for air defense. No matter how abstract you look at it, Even when he was directing his four cannons to fire, he felt that it was a bit too childish.

As a result, they had just covered the camouflage net, and before they had time to evacuate the fighting position, they saw a huge fireball igniting in the mid-air in the distance, and then slowly falling.

　　The anti-aircraft gun position and the command post where Danny was located were not at the same angle. In addition, the position was surrounded by ruins and the view was not very good, so he was not able to see clearly what he had shot down at the time.

 But since he used what he brought back, it must be another stealth aircraft.

Barsak originally noted down the location of the crashed plane and planned to go there and have a look after evacuating the position.

As a result, that round of artillery fire was like poking a hornet's nest. He had just led his men to find the underground bunker for concealment. He didn't even have time to take a sip of the hot water when he heard the explosions one after another around him. The radio and walkie-talkies were also gone. reaction, apparently experiencing strong electromagnetic interference.

The captain was very courageous, otherwise he would not have taken on such a task with Wu Yifan before. However, being brave does not mean being reckless. Under the circumstances, he followed the lieutenant colonel's request and hid in an underground bunker to rest.

 It wasn't until I woke up after sleeping for a few hours that the explosions and disturbances gradually disappeared, and the surroundings gradually returned to tranquility.

 But it was almost dawn at this time, and the Lieutenant Colonel's previous order was for them not to go out during the day as much as possible.

So Barsak struggled for a while.

However, in the end, bold nature prevailed.

 On the one hand, I really wanted to know what I had shot down. After all, judging from the size of the fireball I saw at that time and the gorgeous show effects, it didn't feel like a mortal thing.

 On the other hand, I also find it a bit strange.

 Because after the previous wave of crazy and intensive bombing ended, nothing happened in the past few hours.

 There was no sound of anti-aircraft fire, no roar of aircraft engines, and no sound of bombs exploding.

 Since the Allied operation began three weeks ago, there has not been such a long period of silence.

 So, he entrusted the command of the troops to his deputy company commander, then took three of his subordinates, found an inconspicuous jeep with a civilian license plate, and prepared to take a look at the location he had noted down at night.

“Captain, we are the only car on this road, so we won't be targeted by planes...”

A senior soldier sitting in the back seat looked over and asked.

He held an AKMS with the **** folded tightly in his hand, and pointed the muzzle out of the car window at all times, showing a vigilant look. However, in the face of an enemy who did not dispatch ground troops at all, this behavior would not only bring harm to himself. It obviously has no practical effect other than boosting courage.

Barsac originally planned to comfort this subordinate, but after thinking about it, he decided to tell the truth:

"I don't know, but something is very wrong this morning. Logically speaking, at this time of day, bombs should have fallen."

“Could it be that there were too many planes dispatched last night and they don't have enough ammunition today, or the planes are being refurbished?”

A second lieutenant on the other side of the back seat also held the same rifle in his hand, but it was not loaded. He obviously knew that in the current situation, this thing was similar to a fire stick.

Barsak shook his head decisively:

“If the opponent had to rest for such a long time before concentrating their operations, then we wouldn't have fought so hard..."

The driver, who was looking at the road ahead attentively, also nodded in agreement:

“That's right, we haven't even reached the bottom of our ammunition, let alone the opposite side.”

“NATO is so big that it can't even afford some ammunition and oil, right?”

As a captain officer, Barsak actually knows that there are not many anti-aircraft missiles left in his company, but this matter is a military secret and must not be talked about randomly. Moreover, the number of missiles is tight. In addition to randomly firing too many in the early stage, they have also been intercepted continuously. There are several ammunition depots, so what the sergeant major said is logically correct.

"Anyway, there is no danger in fighting, but if I don't go and see the results of last night, I would really feel uncomfortable...and no matter what the reason is, the other party has not been here for a few hours, so the risk should not be too great. big…"

Barsac didn't know whether he was persuading his subordinates or himself.

 Fortunately, the second lieutenant behind him changed the subject:

“Look, Captain, that's the position we were at last night. It seems to have been bombed...”

After hearing this, Barsak subconsciously looked outside and found that the pile of ruins that were originally used as a cover had now become more and more broken, and there were still green smoke rising in the middle. It had obviously been burned for a long time. , it just went out.

 He didn't know how the other party got here, but it looked like revenge.

“It doesn't matter, it's just a few anti-aircraft guns. If we exchanged it for the plane last night, we would have made a profit no matter what.”

Of course the captain knew that they did not exchange a few anti-aircraft guns for one plane, but lost most of the city to exchange for a few planes.

However, this is all I can do to comfort myself at the moment.

“Wait, why do there seem to be so many people and cars over there?”

The sharp-eyed private had been staring out the window, and suddenly found that the place a few streets away seemed to be full of people, and it didn't look like there was a war at all.

“Maybe some building was blown down...”

At this moment, Barsak also remembered that before the unidentified plane was shot down last night, there seemed to be a violent explosion nearby, but when he thought about it, he felt that something was wrong.

The reason why they originally chose this place as an anti-aircraft artillery position was because the nearby blocks are home to international organizations, foreign institutions and media, and the opponent's air force rarely comes here specifically.    But why is there an explosion over there now...

“Ignore this, go to the place where the plane crashed and take a look first.”

Ten minutes later, the jeep parked next to the wreckage that had been surrounded by police cordon.

There was not only a cordon, but also about a platoon of sentries with guns standing guard.

If it weren't for the large black pile of plane wreckage in the distance, Balsac would have thought he was back before the Allied operation began.

“Comrade Captain, please show me your ID!”

The lieutenant wearing a military police uniform stretched out his hand to stop the four people who had just got out of the car.

Barsac took out the ID from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to the other party. At the same time, he asked a little confused:

“It's already dawn, and you're standing guard here without any cover. Aren't you afraid of being attacked by airstrikes?”

"you do not know?"

 The lieutenant looked up.

 “What should I know?”

Barsac and his company hid in a temporary underground bunker for several hours. He didn't even have a radio in his hand, and he had no idea what was going on outside.

 “Air strikes have been suspended because…”

There were too many things that happened last night, and not all of them can be talked about casually, so he got stuck in the middle of his words:

“In short, it should be relatively safe now, and this pile of wreckage is much more important than the safety of a few of us.”

 After speaking, he lowered his head and opened Barsak's ID for inspection.

 But I was stunned after just one look.

 A few seconds later, the lieutenant looked up again, his eyes full of shock.

  He raised the document and placed it next to Barsac's face, apparently comparing the photo with the person.

“What's going on? I am Nikolai Barsak, commander of the 1st Company of the 3rd Battalion of the 250th Air Defense Brigade. The photo was taken by me two years ago. I was still very thin at that time..."

The military police lieutenant's breathing became obviously heavier, and he seemed to be a little excited.

 “Comrade Captain!”

 He raised his hand and saluted Barsac:

 “You saved everything last night!”

Barsak was a little flattered.

 After shooting down the F117 previously, the 3rd Battalion did become somewhat famous within the army, but it didn't seem to be to this extent.

But before he could react, the lieutenant returned the certificate to him, and then lowered his voice and shouted to the other two colleagues next to him:

“Look, it's their troops who shot down this B2 last night!”

 “We did…” last night

Barsac took the military ID card and was about to put it back in his pocket, but he got stuck halfway through the movement:

“Wait a minute...what did we shoot down?”

 He ​​then looked past the captain's body and looked at the pile of wreckage surrounded by police cordons in the distance.

Although it is completely broken into pieces, after what the other party just said...

like…

 It really looks like a flying wing bomber...

 “Oh my God…”

Barsak's first reaction was to pinch his thigh hard to make sure he was not dreaming.

"Can we... go in and have a look?"

 He asked tentatively.

“Of course, a lot of people have already come to see it.”

The lieutenant made way without thinking:

“Rather, I didn't expect that you would come so late to confirm the results of the battle...”

Barsac, who had just crossed the cordon, was embarrassed to say that he had fallen asleep, so he had to change the subject:

“Also...can you take some parts of the wreckage as a souvenir?”

 He ​​also knew that his request was a bit too much, but once the idea came to his mind, he couldn't get rid of it.

 The lieutenant behind him hesitated:

 “Of course not possible in principle…”

　　Barsak's heart moved when he heard this.

 Some things are the same all over the world.

 For example—

 In principle, if it's not possible, then it's possible.

Sure enough, the other party looked around warily:

“Comrade Captain, we are standing guard and haven't seen anything. Please be more discreet...”

Barsac understood instantly and hurriedly ran to the wreckage and circled it twice, and then together with three other people, moved away the two remaining, relatively complete fragments...

 (End of this chapter)

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