Great Power Technology.

Chapter 341 This Is Psychological Counseling

The news that the Ugly pilot lost his way and made an emergency landing in Srbija quickly spread. After all, he lost 5 advanced fighters at one time. Such a major failure cannot be concealed from the outside world.

Combined with the news that the ugly country hinted at the use of force against Srbija in the early stage, all the forces paying attention to this matter have realized one thing very clearly:
At this time, Srbija is no longer the South League of the past.

In other words, Huaxia at this time is no longer the Huaxia of the past.

Without any deployment of military force, just relying on the equipment they provided, Srbija can start an air confrontation with the strongest country in the world, and even achieve a 0:5 result, forcing 4 F-35s to land , shot down an EA-18...

This kind of strength, even in the whole of Europe, is enough to protect itself.

So, everyone turned their attention to the Truman aircraft carrier formation far away in the Mediterranean Sea, quietly waiting for their next move.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the command room of the Truman aircraft carrier was unprecedentedly dignified.

Just a few days ago, there were jokes about the Stennis aircraft carrier being engraved with Chinese characters on this aircraft carrier, but only a dozen hours later, they themselves became a joke.

The commander-in-chief of the formation looked at the briefing in his hand with a sinking face, and asked:
"...So now it is basically certain that our pilot is safe?"

The commander of the carrier air wing on the side nodded quickly and replied:

"Yes, they did not pursue our skydiving pilots, and they were properly housed in accordance with the Geneva Convention after their arrest."

"Judging from the latest call, the condition of the injured is basically stable, and there is no major emotional problem."

The commander-in-chief of the formation nodded and continued to ask:
"Where's our plane? Has it been dismantled?"

"....no, they don't seem to be very interested in the F-35...to be honest, our adversaries have indeed passed the stage where they need to be interested in the technology of the F-35."

"Judging from this conflict, whether it is engines, pneumatics, electronic countermeasures, radars or weapon systems, they are already above us."

"Maybe they also did some exploration of the F-35, but at least in terms of the integrity of the aircraft seen in satellite imagery so far, that exploration is limited."

Hearing the other party's answer, the commander-in-chief of the formation sighed in a complicated mood.

If you go back to 10 years ago, even if an EA-18 crashed, it would be enough for your side to start a small-scale war against Srbija, right?

But now, 4 F-35s are just placed in the opponent's airport, but our side can only comfort ourselves that "they are not interested in F-35."

Would you really not be interested?

Yes, the technology of those rabbits is already very advanced, but they will never let go of any opportunity to learn. As the old opponent who has dealt with them the most, I know this better than anyone else.

Can't see it on satellite imagery?
What does this prove?

Probably when they finally returned the four planes, even the screws on the landing gear had been re-tightened, right?

Thinking of this, he put down the briefing in his hand, and asked:
"What's the attitude over there in Congress? How are we going to get the plane back? It's out of the question by force—unless we really intend to fight a small war."

"However, I think that even if we want to fight, those rabbits won't give us a chance——what happened near Ryukyu last time is already a lesson."

The wing commander nodded and replied:
"That's true... Fortunately, our losses this time are not big. We really didn't expect that they would deploy electronic warfare fighters in Srbija. If we received the news in advance... forget it."

"It's meaningless to say these things now. Congress means to get back the fighter plane through negotiation. After previous communication, the other party has scheduled the negotiation time for this afternoon. In theory, the final disposal plan for this matter, we will In two hours, there will be an answer..."

....
Srbija, Belgrade.

It was two hours after the negotiations ended that a Srbija official named Loves arrived at the hospital where the injured pilot was staying and had a face-to-face conversation with them.

Robert, who was the most seriously injured, was still lying on the bed. His skull was slightly fractured, his left arm was fractured, and his cervical spine was dislocated. Although none of the injuries were fatal, his recovery was still extremely slow.

Moreover, such an injury has greatly affected his daily life - especially in the absence of professional nursing staff.

Most of the time, he can only rely on David in the same ward to take care of him. Fortunately, the two of them are tacit comrades-in-arms, and there is no quarrel over these trivial matters.

However, after seeing Loves, complaints about the medical environment and living environment are indispensable.

He probably thought it was a sympathetic interview with Srbija, thinking that his country had gained an advantage in the negotiations.

". . . like I said, if you don't have a caregiver, or don't want to provide a caregiver, that's okay, we can take care of ourselves."

"However, at least in terms of diet, you should provide food that meets a minimum standard."

"I now eat black bread and water every day, occasionally vegetables, and only a small cup of milk for breakfast... I'm afraid this kind of treatment is worse than that in a refugee camp?"

"Also, when can we go back? What happened to my other comrades in arms? Why are we forbidden to contact them?"

"Even if we can't go back, when can we leave the surveillance and go out for a while? Staying in this small room, I'm going crazy!"

Looking at the calm smile on Loves' face, Robert became more and more angry as he spoke, and finally even said directly:

"In such an era, in such a modern country, you still treat us the same way you treated prisoners of war during World War II!"

"——we are not even prisoners of war! It's just that some accidents happened, and we were directly shot down by you!"

"You should feel sorry for this inhumane act!"

"By the way, you probably have already negotiated the terms? How do you plan to compensate us for our losses?"

Loves, who was sitting across from him, was unmoved in the slightest, as if he could not hear the other party's accusations and doubts. He just took out a handkerchief and gently wiped off the sweat that was slightly oozing from his face.

This room without air conditioning is indeed a bit too hot.

The weather that year was as hot as it is now.

At that time, I was still an official of the Ministry of Information in the official department. At the end of the battle, I witnessed the bombing of civilian facilities and the tragedy of civilians crowded in hospitals.

He still remembers a little girl he once visited. Her arm had been shattered by cluster bombs, and she could only use her unskilled left hand when eating, but she still tried her best to show respect when facing a stranger like herself. A strong look.

At that time, no matter how I tried to communicate with her, she didn't say a word. Only when she was about to leave in the end, she put down the spoon in her hand and asked herself:

"Do you know how much prosthetics cost?"

At that time, I didn't answer, and later, I never had a chance to answer.

Because the girl died of leukemia caused by depleted uranium bombs only 4 years later, and she was not able to install a suitable prosthetic until she died of illness.

This scene of the past is still vivid in his memory, and Loves suddenly felt a little funny when he saw the domineering face of the man opposite him.

Did he actually think he was showing weakness to them?

Did he actually think that the country behind him would show weakness to them?

This was probably the funniest joke he'd heard in a while.

Seeing that Robert didn't speak any more, Loves let out a breath slowly, and then said:
"First of all, in my capacity, it's impossible for me to argue with you, and it's impossible for me to care about the minutiae of what you said."

"But since you brought it up, I'll give you an answer."

"When you complain about the poor quality of food, I hope you can think about why there is a shortage of food in Belgrade; when you complain about the lack of nursing staff, I hope you can reflect on what caused your pain; When you are complaining about your lack of freedom, I hope you can read the book on your bed and see how many people lost their lives in your bombing."

"We haven't recovered the 20-year blood debt from you, and now you still ask me to treat you with humanitarian standards?"

"Sorry, it's impossible. Letting you still live in this world is our greatest humanitarianism."

After a pause, Loves continued:
"You say I should feel sorry? Yes, I do."

"However, my regret is, why didn't that air-to-air missile blow you up? Why didn't you fall to your death from the air? Why didn't you get eaten by wild beasts after landing?"

"...This is probably your fate, I can't be too demanding."

While talking, Loves stood up.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, and continued:

"I've heard from doctors that nicotine can have a bad effect on your injuries, but sorry, I'm a heavy smoker."

"The purpose of my coming here today is probably different from what you think."

"I'm not here to comfort you, I'm just appointed by my superiors to give you a notice."

"—Didn't you ask me just now, have we reached an agreement on compensation?"

"Yes, we are close to an agreement."

"We will pay you 450 million dollars in disability compensation, mental damage, and 2850 million dollars in property damage."

"At the same time, you need to pay us the cost of missiles, aircraft depreciation, radar loss, fuel consumption, airport parking fees, compensation for farmland damaged by the crashed plane, lost work due to communication interruption caused by your electromagnetic interference, and search and rescue. Team salaries, emergency medical assistance expenses, food expenses, and psychological counseling fees, totaling 4.6 million dollars."

"Until the money is paid, you, and your comrades, will not be allowed to leave."

Robert and David in the room looked at Loves in shock. After a long time, Robert shouted loudly:

"We have not received counseling services at all! It doesn't make sense at all."

There was a smile on Loves' face, and he turned his head in Robert's direction and said:
"Isn't it now?"

(End of this chapter)