Li was meeting instructor No. 5 at the SFF position.
The latter gave the order concisely and concisely: "Collect valuable intelligence and prepare to evacuate."
When he arrived, he told me: "Make some 'covers'."
Seeing that Li Zheng didn't understand, instructor No. 5 said: "Trap, do you understand?"
Li Zheng nodded quickly: "I understand!"
Trap is another name.
To put it bluntly, it’s called a trap device.
Generally speaking, veterans like to use their own colloquial language, because when going on missions, they often use colloquialisms that they only know when communicating outside, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by being overheard by others.
Trapping devices is something that almost every special forces unit must do after cleaning the battlefield.
There is no moral nonsense involved here.
Inflicting greater damage to the enemy is the purpose.
As long as innocent civilians are not involved, all conceivable means can be used.
Li Zheng went to the artillery position and made one.
He has a quick mind. There must be some unexploded bombs in the previous mortar position. Those things are the best trap materials.
The method is also very simple.
Li Zheng found two unexploded shell boxes. He carefully pried them open and saw a neat pile of mortar shells without fuses inside.
It doesn't matter, there is no need to install a fuse.
He escaped from a grenade, tied a small piece of TNT on it, then pulled out the safety pin, and gently pressed it against the bottom of the box with a cannonball——
This is a delicate job. Recruits cannot do this kind of work, even if they know the principles.
After all, holding a grenade that will explode if you accidentally slip your hand to complete a trick device process may seem simple, but in fact it requires extremely strong psychological quality.
But fortunately, everything went smoothly.
After finishing, Li Zheng still felt a layer of sweat on his forehead, even in the sub-zero temperature.
In order to appear realistic, he also sprinkled a layer of soil on the ammunition to make it look like it had been flipped over by air waves and smashed into this shape.
"Gather and retreat."
As soon as the work was done, the voice of No. 5 sounded on the channel.
Li Zheng hurriedly returned, thinking all the way that this was the SFF's territory, and they would definitely have reinforcements coming to respond later, and they must be on the way by now.
When we come here, it is customary to clean the battlefield to see if there are any survivors, and some need to be evacuated for treatment.
Of course, weapons and equipment can't just be thrown here. They need to be packed up. Even if they are damaged, they can be taken back and repaired, right?
But this move...
hey-hey.
Li Zheng thought of what it was like when the SFF carried these shells, and he felt relieved. Zhao Chuan was his comrade, and by doing this, he avenged his comrade.
After waiting for the others to gather, No. 5 led the team south without any extra stops.
Along the way, he kept contacting Group 2 and Group 3, asking them to come and join him.
Poor Group 2 and Group 3, the battle was over before anyone arrived.
"No. 10..."
A familiar yet surprising voice suddenly came from the headphones.
Zhao Chuan?
Li Zheng, who was traveling, couldn't help but reduce his speed.
"It's me, please speak."
Li Zheng suppressed his excitement.
Zhao Chuanchuan was injured, but he didn't know the extent of the injury.
Hearing his voice, Li Zhengxuan felt relieved.
Where did he get the radio station?
Suddenly, Li Zheng suddenly understood.
He called himself No. 10, obviously knowing that he was in this team and also knew his number.
They must have joined up with Group 2 or Group 3.
This shows that the 270 detachment has entered a relatively safe area.
There was a long silence in the channel.
So much so that Li Zheng thought Zhao Chuan had fainted again due to his injuries.
About ten seconds later, Zhao Chuan's voice came again.
"thank you!"
Li Zheng was stunned.
He didn't expect these words.
Perhaps, there is no need to say too much about the gratitude among soldiers.
If you take a bullet for me, I will take a bullet for you one day when I go to war.
"Um."
"Avenge my brother..."
"Um!"
The call is over.
No. 3, who was walking in front of Li Zheng, turned back and glanced at him.
Under the moonlight, he smiled when he saw No. 3, then turned back and continued on his way without saying anything.
The sky is dust-free, and the moon is so beautiful...
Group 1 met up with Group 2 and Group 3 about 1 kilometer away from the firefight point.
Then the three groups set off together.
Suddenly, No. 5 raised his fist again, signaling the team to stop.
He lowered his head and opened the PAD on his forearm, and a red warning light appeared on it.
Look at the picture, there is a light spot moving in the direction of you, and it is very fast.
There is a mark next to the light spot - P-81.
It's an anti-submarine aircraft.
As an anti-submarine aircraft, the P-8I's appearance in the plateau area is somewhat inconsistent and a bit incredible.
But it seems very reasonable to instructor No. 5.
Because the current reconnaissance aircraft in the south is still the old RB-57D reconnaissance aircraft. This old aircraft has been in service for 50 years. Even if it is dispatched, it is of little use. So later they came up with a clever idea to use the Navy's P-8I anti-submarine patrol aircraft to make up for the shortage of large reconnaissance aircraft.
However, the radar of the P-8I is not a dedicated ground surveillance radar, and is relatively small in size, so its performance is not as good as the dedicated radar of a large electronic reconnaissance aircraft. Of course, it cannot be said to be very good in terms of performance. It can only be said to be better than the old RB-57D. A little bit better.
What this P-81 never expected was that it was conducting ground reconnaissance, and there was a satellite above it that tracked and scanned it, followed its whereabouts, sent its coordinates to the Skynet system, and then passed The data link of the combat platform is directly sent to the unit combat data platform of instructor No. 5.
This is an expensive system. Currently, 203 is on trial for half a year, and the results look good.
"Hide in place, turn off communications, and protect yourself from infrared."
Everyone immediately ran to a nearby slope, collectively unpacked the tactical bag, and took out the anti-infrared camouflage net from inside.
This is a snow camouflage net configured by the 203 unit, which has excellent anti-infrared detection properties.
General ghillie suits and snow tactical suits also have similar functions, but the difference is that this kind of net has better concealment and infrared isolation performance than the former two, and there is almost no leakage.
Just relying on a simple ghillie suit or snow camouflage, if any part of the body is exposed, the whereabouts will be revealed and discovered by the enemy's reconnaissance system.
The altitude here is more than 5,000 meters. The only people who can come up here for reconnaissance are probably airplanes.
Everyone covered up the camouflage net, and looking down from the sky, there was no clue at all.
After a while, Li Zheng heard the faint flight noise of a turbofan engine coming from the sky.
It took more than ten minutes before I heard instructor No. 5 say: "The alarm has been cleared."
Everyone got out from under the camouflage net one after another.
No. 3 looked up at the sky for a while, and suddenly heard a dull explosion in the distance.
The explosion should be relatively far away.
At first glance, it turned out to be the direction of the original SFF position.
Everyone exchanged looks and smiled.
No. 3 hummed a tune: "You are as smart as a ghost, but you also drank my foot-washing water..." (End of Chapter)
