Chapter 977: Seizing the Airport at Night 1

They did not need to say much. Relying on the muscle memory formed by countless drills, they followed the guidance of the instructor's light stick and rushed towards their respective helicopters in tactical groups with precision.

The exoskeleton provides strong support, allowing them to jump into the cabin nimbly even with heavy equipment on their backs.

The machine gunner at the hatch was the last to take his position, gripping the handle tightly with both hands, the cold muzzle of the gun pointed vigilantly toward the outside.

Inside the cabin, the other soldiers quickly secured their backpacks, checked their weapons, and connected the in-flight communication lines, their movements done in one smooth motion, in silence and with full concentration.

The eyes under the helmet flashed coldly and firmly under the red light in the cabin.

The ground crew was racing against time, quickly shuttling through the violent airflow stirred up by the rotors, doing the final checks before takeoff. Their gestures seemed particularly powerful amid the huge noise.

The final ignition!

"First Squadron, boarding complete!"

"Second Squadron, boarding complete!"

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As the reports from the captains of each aircraft were transmitted to Wang Wu's headphones through the encrypted channel.

He sat in the Z-01 tactical general-purpose helicopter numbered 20, looking at the war picture in front of him where light, sound, people and iron were perfectly interwoven, feeling the huge vibration under his feet caused by the full power operation of the engine, and a sense of pride suddenly arose in his heart!

This was his true comfort zone, and his recent experience in the agency seemed more like a fleeting, blurry dream...

Everything was so familiar, as if I had never left. Even the QBZ-191 assault rifle that I unconsciously gripped tightly still had the familiar warmth...

"Ye Xi, contact the forward troops, the first echelon, take off!" Wang Wu's order was issued decisively through the radio.

Boom boom boom————!!!

The next second, the WZ-10 armed attack helicopter, which had been ready for a long time, took off first, and a powerful jet shot downward, stirring up a cloud of dust!

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen Z-20 tactical general-purpose helicopters loaded with soldiers from the First Squadron followed closely behind. The huge fuselage slowly took off from the ground in the strong light and smoke, and the roar of the rotors reached its peak!

They were like giant steel beasts that had broken free from their shackles. Guided by the searchlight beams, they dragged the flashing navigation lights and the blazing tail flames of the engine nozzles, roaring and piercing into the deep northwest!

The sky quickly merged into darkness, leaving only the deafening echo lingering over the base for a long time...

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甘省

The waning moon, like a silver hook, pierced the broken concrete eaves of the terminal building, casting the silhouette of twisted steel bars on the cracked runway...

At this moment, the "Iron Wing City" gathering place, which was transformed from the Longnan Airport, is immersed in the cold fog at four o'clock in the morning.

The fog drifted in from the meadow at the end of the runway, as thick as curdled milk, swallowing up the outline of the wilderness and making this medium-sized gathering place with thousands of people look like a dying beast, gasping for breath in the deepest darkness before dawn.

As a gathering place spontaneously established by survivors of the apocalypse, Longnan Airport, now renamed "Iron Wing City", is like a tin can covered with spikes.

The wall surrounding the airport is not very tall due to the lack of manpower and material resources. Even with its reinforced concrete structure and barbed wire, it is only less than 5 meters high.

Occasionally, a cold wind blew by, and in the dim moonlight, one could vaguely see tattered clothes drying on the iron spikes and a pale, unknown skeleton swaying gently...

Kaka~

A very light, crisp sound came from the bushes a hundred meters away, like snow breaking a twig.

The next second, a bunch of gray-green camouflage nets moved, revealing a head with four long tubes of night vision goggles on top.

"Captain, this is indeed where the survivors are gathering." The scout muttered softly, his night vision goggles reflecting a faint green light as they scanned the faintly visible sentry posts on the inside of the wall.

"The wall defenses aren't very strong, but the sentry posts are evenly spaced. They must have been set up by veterans."

After observing for a while through the panoramic four-eye night vision goggles, the Spark Commando soldier wearing an exoskeleton, holding a fully equipped QBZ-191 assault rifle in his arms and a half-person-high backpack on his back, suddenly turned around and said.

As his gaze moved, he saw eight Spark Commandos with different weapons hiding and on guard in the bushes behind him. Without exception, they were all wearing exoskeletons and armed to the teeth.

In addition to their main weapons, almost everyone has an additional secondary weapon on the exoskeleton's hanger:

Some of them were carrying titanium alloy PBP201 60mm mortars, some were carrying squad light machine guns, and the most exaggerated one was a tall soldier. On his back, like a steel hedgehog, were four DZJ08 80mm individual assault rocket launchers fixed. He looked like a humanoid self-propelled "Katyusha"!

The deployment of the 'Dragon Spine-I' exoskeleton has invigorated the martial virtues of these Spark Commandos to the extreme!

In terms of firepower alone, a squad is comparable to a platoon of an ordinary army unit!

This killing squad that looks like it came out of a sci-fi battlefield is none other than the reconnaissance squad of the first squadron of the second battalion of the Spark Commandos.

Just half an hour ago, fifteen helicopters carrying their entire squadron, after nearly two hours of full-speed advance, quietly landed in an abandoned logistics park ten kilometers away.

The main reason why they appear here now is for the next step of armed seizure and intelligence gathering.

As a special forces unit, excellent military qualities are only the basic threshold. What really determines life and death and victory or defeat is intelligence!

This is precisely the fundamental reason why small countries find it difficult to produce top-notch special forces - the lack of a strategic and tactical intelligence network covering the entire region that is supported by a strong state apparatus.

When special forces of major powers are on action, their intelligence advantage is like opening a "full-map perspective", allowing them to have full control over the enemy situation, terrain, and deployment.

In the face of this kind of dimensionality reduction attack, the special forces of a small country will not be able to compete no matter how strong the individual soldiers are.

It was precisely because he understood this that the captain of the first squadron of the second battalion chose to slow down and send a small team to scout the situation when the situation was completely unclear.

After all, as usual, places like airports are the most likely places for survivors and unknown biological groups to gather.

Although the Spark Commandos are elite, they are only flesh and blood. A blind charge will only turn the operation into a "race of eight characters".

Judging from the current situation, the decision made by the captain of the first squadron of the second brigade was obviously correct - there are indeed survivors at Longnan Airport, and they are not small in scale, and they have certain military qualities!

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hum-

Soon, with an almost inaudible buzzing sound, a small multi-rotor reconnaissance drone rose from the fog-shrouded bushes like a ghost and quickly disappeared into the gray night sky.

Under the skilled control of the Spark Commandos, it deftly bypassed the sparse treetops and swiftly flew towards the "Iron Wing City", rapidly climbing in altitude.

At the same time, in the logistics park ten kilometers away, the screen of the military portable terminal in the hands of the captain of the first squadron of the second battalion of the Spark Commando suddenly lit up, and the bird's-eye view synchronized with the real-time drone was clearly presented.

When the small military reconnaissance drone flew over the wall and entered the gathering area, the entire interior layout of Longnan Airport was like a burning young woman, nakedly and unreservedly presented under the fusion perspective of thermal imaging and low-light night vision:

The ridges of the fields, which were converted from the airport's main runway, are covered with cold-proof straw mats. They appear light gray in the infrared image, with only a moving red dot near the reservoir.

It was most likely the night watchman checking the water pipes. The flashlight in his hand was like a dim star, and the light was deliberately only illuminated half a meter around his feet.

The huge terminal was wrapped in a layer of gray fog. Only a few lights could be seen from under the sealed wooden and steel plates, as sparse as candles that were about to be blown out.

One of the lights was in the corner of the second floor, and a figure could be vaguely seen swaying by the window - it should be a sentry post, and the outline of the rifle became a black band in the dim light.

All three hangars were shrouded in shadows. The solar panels on the roof were covered in fog, looking like damp iron sheets. The sentry at the door of the middle hangar was just changing shifts, and the newcomer was stamping his feet to keep warm. In the infrared lens, the soles of his boots were radiant with the heat of fresh activity.

The patrol's infrared trajectory appeared as two moving red bands on the screen, following the inner side of the wall. They paused briefly as they passed the firing point, seemingly signaling safety...

ps: Let me talk about the water problem...

In fact, I have said it many times. How should I put it? It is not the author's subjective intention to water it down...

Most importantly, the author is powerless to change. His writing style is like his appearance. The readers just grow up to be handsome. How can this be fixed? There is absolutely no way to fix it...

I am willing to listen to everyone's opinions and have tried to change it, but the result of the change is that I don't know how to type on the keyboard anymore.

What's more, I believe that a large number of readers who can see this are probably attracted by this style of writing. After all, this style is consistent and it didn't become like this suddenly.

As an author, writing is essentially to serve readers, so I will not try to teach you how to read novels, but I deeply understand the pain of everyone chasing updates. If I were a reader, I would probably want to send knives too. It is really uncomfortable.

So I sincerely suggest that readers who are impatient can stock up. I won’t ask you to catch up, so don’t pressure me ┭┮﹏┭┮Wuwu~

It seems that there are many similar ones, you can try them out, just to change your mind QAQ