Chapter 704 Unexpected Harvest
Barsac originally wanted to leave a shadow next to the wreckage.
However, he didn't even have a radio in his hand, and naturally he couldn't have a high-end gadget like a camera, so he had to give up in the end. He just loaded the two B2 fragments into the trunk of the jeep as quickly as possible, then stuffed half a pack of cigarettes into the military police lieutenant as a thank you, and then asked the driver to drive away from this place of right and wrong.
When I went back, there were gradually more cars and people on the road.
Of course, it won't be a busy place, but at least it's a bit popular.
However, the four people in the car were still a little confused.
“I said, company commander.”
The sergeant major was still driving, but compared to the fierce rubbing of the steering wheel when he came here, his driving movements were obviously much more graceful now. At this time, he was holding the steering wheel with one hand and resting his other hand on the driver's side. On the side window glass, second gear is hung and the accelerator is stepped on:
“Is this other party really going to stop fighting just because we shot down a stealth bomber?”
Barsak, who was in the co-pilot, was also confused at this time:
"I don't think it's that simple. Didn't the lieutenant just say a temporary ceasefire, so I guess... it's hard to say what will happen next, so I have to be more careful when I go back, and take turns to go out to get some living supplies during these two days, just in case something happens later. If you fight, your life will be better.”
Actually, it's not just them.
Since water, electricity, communications and other infrastructure are in short supply, and European and American space assets such as communication satellites are obviously not open to enemy countries, so at this time, although the whole world is about to explode, the Balkans are the land in question. Most ordinary people still have no way of knowing the whole story.
It can be regarded as a kind of sadness in a war-torn place...
“Anyway, we caught a big one this time. It's a pity that we couldn't take a photo just now. I told my mother that she might not believe it...”
The private in the back seat turned back and glanced at the two pieces placed behind him.
The safety of the AKMS in his hand has been turned off, and he has changed from holding the gun with both hands to holding it in his arms.
“Company commander, what are you going to do with the last two pieces?”
The second lieutenant next to him, who was also holding a gun, moved his eyes quickly, obviously having some ideas.
As an officer, he knew more about the enemy's equipment and knew that the plane that was shot down last night was a treasure of only about twenty aircraft in total.
“The smaller piece was broken into pieces after we returned and was distributed among the comrades in the company as a souvenir. The larger piece was kept for me. I have other arrangements.”
Barsak's mind flashed to the face of the suspected Buryat man who handed him the radar components and anti-aircraft gun operating manual.
In fact, he still doesn't know where the businessman named Zamusu comes from, but that's not important.
Being able to bring down this plane, the opponent and the forces behind the opponent made not only 100%, but at least 70% contribution.
If you can survive until the war, it is very reasonable to reciprocate and give you some souvenirs.
For this reason, when Balsac was picking out the pieces, he specifically found a part with the words "AF8901" on it, which looked like a skin somewhere.
Although it is not the largest in area, it is the one with the clearest and completest preservation of text.
It is obviously very appropriate to use it as a commemoration.
“I think this is enough for me to keep as a family heirloom…”
The sergeant major in the driver's seat also joked half-jokingly.
However, at this moment everyone has relaxed.
Several gunshots suddenly came from a building next to the road.
The four people in the car instantly became nervous. The second lieutenant behind him pulled the bolt with a clatter, and Barsak and the sergeant major also picked up an M84 submachine gun that could be operated with one hand from behind the door panel, which was their local copy. Vz61.
“Don't stop, speed up!”
Barsak's first thought was to send special forces from the opposite side to **** away the wreckage.
As air defense troops, they don't even practice shooting very much, so when encountering special operations, they naturally take the lead.
But this idea only appeared for a moment and was denied by himself——
Such a big thing, obviously it is impossible to send a few special forces to completely move it away.
And according to the lieutenant standing guard over there, foreign media should have already taken photos in the past, so it probably doesn't make much sense to **** them back now.
Thinking of this, he quickly pressed the driver's shoulder again:
“Wait a minute, slow down, slow down and check the situation!”
The 20-year-old manual transmission car could not withstand such changes every day, so it naturally turned off in the middle of the road. The sergeant major knew that it was okay to slow down at this time, but stopping would still be too fatal, so he quickly started the fire again.
But at this moment, a figure holding a pistol rushed out of the building where the gunshots were fired. It seemed that he was preparing to go to the parking lot next to him to find transportation.
Barsak initially thought that someone was robbing him. After all, in this city, even basic living necessities are relatively scarce, and some security incidents are inevitable.
But after taking a closer look, I found that although the man was wearing a brown windbreaker on his upper body, the pants below his knees were military green.
And he was wearing a pair of military boots.
Combining everything you just learned...
“Stop!”
The sergeant who had just released the clutch and half-pressed the accelerator was startled by the voice, and quickly stepped on the brake.
Before the car stopped, Barsac unfolded the **** of his gun, quickly opened the door and got out of the car, and at the same time shouted toward the back seat:
“That man might be a parachuting pilot! You two come with me!”
"Malkovich, you drive the car over and block the door, you can't let him drive away!"
Hearing the captain's order, the other three people's eyes immediately gleamed.
The reason why the Allied operations were extremely frustrating for them was mainly due to the fact that the other side did not send ground troops at all and was unable to use them effectively.
When the F117 was shot down last time, the pilot drifted to the countryside again and was finally rescued by the opponent's helicopter.
Given such a good opportunity this time, it is naturally impossible to let him go again.
Furthermore, although they seldom practice gunnery as an air defense force, the opponent's pilots only practice even less.
Soon enough, under the control of the sergeant major, the green Wazir Jeep rushed towards the exit of the parking lot not far away, while the other three people formed a formation, showing a less than standard pattern. He quickly approached the suspicious target from his position.
At this time, the other party also noticed the unkind arrival of three people and a car. He immediately quickened his pace, raised his gun, and turned around to shoot.
But it is simply harder to shoot down a stealth bomber with a pistol than to shoot down a stealth bomber with an antiaircraft gun at a distance of more than 20 meters.
The second lieutenant who was walking at the front immediately fired a long burst, suppressing the opponent behind a flower bed.
Then…
There's no after that.
It is impossible for one short gun to kill three long guns.
When Sergeant Major Markovich ran over panting, the pilot had already been pinned to the ground by three people.
“Let you blow us up… let you blow us up…”
The young superior soldier's eyes were red, and while he was muttering, he gave the opponent two gun butts.
Obviously he wanted to vent his anger after being bombed for more than half a month.
But he was quickly pulled away by the second lieutenant next to him.
The man lying on the ground has a slightly gray beard, and is obviously quite old.
Probably a high-ranking military officer of great value.
It would be a pure joke if you were accidentally killed.
Barsac cut the opponent's arm back, held it firmly with his knees, and put the muzzle of the gun against the back of the head:
“Your name, position, and unit!”
Since he can be sent out alone to run business, he must be able to speak a few words in basic English.
The other party did not struggle much and answered very simply:
"Born Marot, Brigadier General, Commander of the 8th Air Force, I request to be treated as a prisoner of war."
ifier
Even though I felt that this old guy was a big fish just now, when he actually reported his basic information, even Barsac, who was holding a gun, shook his hands slightly.
This is more than just a big fish, it's simply a blue whale...
(End of this chapter)
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