Chapter 1765: Lonely Exit

At dusk, the heavy rain began to subside, and a sun hung in the western sky. It was red and glowing. The surrounding clouds were dyed in colors, which was particularly beautiful. However, the Sam military base on the outskirts of the vast forest was in a mess, beyond recognition. Several huge The craters are shocking, indicating that there has been a violent attack here.

Countless military camps were bombed to pieces, and the surviving walls were full of bullet holes. Countless wounded were waiting for treatment. Countless corpses were laid out in the open, neatly arranged, and endless sadness and indignation filled the air. In the air, mixed with the thick smell of blood, drifted into the distance.

"Ah -" One of the wounded couldn't bear the treatment of the military doctor and let out a hysterical scream. The sound seemed to have infected all the wounded around him. They all turned their heads and looked at each other in grief and anger, cursing something in their mouths. Suddenly, a broken wall suddenly It collapsed and made a roaring sound.

"The enemy is coming -" Suddenly, someone around him shouted in horror, ran wildly into the distance, waved his arms wildly, and repeated the same shouting, like a madman.

Someone rushed up and knocked the opponent down, but the opponent was very strong and knocked the person over directly. He rushed outside like a frightened bird and shouted: "Run quickly, the enemy is coming——"

At this time, a team rushed over from outside the base. The leader had a cold face and looked at the people running out with cold eyes. He rushed up and kicked the opponent, sending him flying far away and falling heavily to the ground without moving. , the man shouted coldly: "Why are you panicking? Just calm down."

The person who came was none other than Jackson. Jackson looked at the dilapidated base and felt bitter in his heart, but he forced himself to calm down. He glanced around with cold eyes and roared coldly: "Everyone listen to my orders. Rescue the wounded immediately and repair the base. Anyone who neglects will be killed without mercy."

Seeing Jackson's arrival, the surrounding troops who were stunned by the bombing seemed to have suddenly found a backbone. They stood up one after another and took action individually. They helped their comrades treat their injuries and repaired the bombed-down camp. They all got busy, while Jackson headed towards the headquarters. After rushing over, I saw from a distance that the large tent of the headquarters had been blown to pieces. The tables, chairs, sand table and communication equipment in the headquarters had all been blown to pieces and could no longer be used.

"Asshole." Jackson cursed coldly in his heart. Suddenly he felt something strange under his feet. He quickly looked down and found that he was stepping on a pile of internal organs. Next to him was a blown corpse. He couldn't help but be shocked and quickly Jumping away, looking around, the faces were so cold that they were dripping with water, and he roared: "Quick, clean the base quickly."

"Commander-in-chief, you are finally here." A communications staff officer ran up with a gray face, saluted and said, "The president is waiting for your video conference."

"I understand, what's the damage?" Jackson had already thought that the president would ask about this matter, and was mentally prepared to ask.

"The losses are heavy and have not yet been fully calculated. Including last night's sneak attack, preliminary statistics show that more than 800 people were killed and more than 1,000 people were injured. The missiles were destroyed, and all weapons, ammunition, medical equipment and food were destroyed. , we need a large amount of logistical supplies, especially medicine and food, otherwise we will have to withdraw our troops." the communications staff member quickly replied.

"Well, God will punish those bastards. What's going on with the frontline troops?" Jackson said coldly.

"The three troops are now resting in the valley, waiting for orders. After you led the troops to pursue the enemy's sneak attack troops, the three troops built defenses on the spot according to your orders. They are working hard, but a strange phenomenon occurred in the troops. All the troops were shot by arrows. The wounds caused by the arrows could not heal. In addition, the troops showed signs of fever. It was initially suspected to be a viral infection. The specific virus was unknown. Taking fever medicine did not work. After consultation, the frontline military doctors submitted an application, hoping to come up with a solution as soon as possible. The spread will affect other troops," the communications staff officer said quickly.

"What? Virus?" Jackson's face changed drastically. This news was no less than the bombing of the base, which made Jackson completely panicked and worried. Jackson had not experienced the wound that could not heal once or twice. He knew that it was caused by the opponent's weapon. It was caused by venom, but this time there was actually a virus, and it was also a contagious virus. This would definitely be a fatal blow to the troops, and they might have to withdraw.

Jackson's face turned cold when he thought of this, and said: "Isolate all the injured people to ensure that the virus does not spread. I will ask domestic experts to come over. The valley must build fortifications as soon as possible and have air defense capabilities. The enemy has snatched the armed helicopter. , there’s no guarantee they won’t attack us.”

"Yes." The communications staff member quickly agreed. Seeing that Jackson had nothing else to say, he turned around and went to deploy.

Jackson couldn't express the pain in his heart. He knew very well that this defeat was very serious. It was so serious that he could not bear the blow. The base was destroyed, senior officers were captured, and the frontline troops were infected with the virus. No matter what happened, it was a big deal. , he must take the initiative to shoulder all responsibilities and share the president's worries. If he wanted to attack here, Jackson glanced at the surrounding bases and walked towards the staff headquarters with a sad look on his face.

There was no one in the staff department. Everyone was busy. There was a notebook on a table. The notebook was open. Jackson walked over with a miserable expression, picked up a military chair and sat down, facing the computer, and straightened up. Seriously, I opened a software skillfully.

Soon, several people appeared on the screen. The people inside saw that it was Jackson and quickly stepped aside, revealing the president. The president had an ugly face and stared at Jackson without saying a word. Jackson knew his fault. This time is definitely not going to get through. Someone must take responsibility for such a big thing, and I am the best choice. It is hard to say whether I can survive.

Thinking of his dereliction of duty and the president's kindness, Jackson frowned and said seriously: "Dear President, this failure was caused by my improper command and has nothing to do with anyone else. I am willing to bear all the consequences. Responsibility, please punish your Excellency the President.”

"Come back. A helicopter will pick you up in two hours. Before that, pack up the base." The president said coldly, with no expression on his face. After speaking, he stood up without saying a word about Jackson. One glance, walking to the side, the computer screen was turned off.

Jackson's face turned gloomy when he saw this scene, and he slumped down on the marching chair with all his strength. His eyes were empty and powerless. He knew very well in his heart that what was waiting for him after returning this time was a military court, and his chance of survival was less than 10%. He was so godless. Looking at the empty space, he murmured: "Dad, I'm afraid I can't avenge you. Ghost, it's a misfortune in my life to have an opponent like you. You won, and you won gloriously. I lost, and I lost so badly." Clean, I hate it so much——! Why? Why is all this happening? "

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