The military-industrial scientific research system of the academic master.

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 we went back, there were gradually more cars and people on the road.

Of course, it's definitely not going to 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:

Although it is not the largest in area, it is the one with the clearest and complete preservation of text.

"Bang bang—"

Thinking of this, he quickly pressed the driver's shoulder again:

"The smaller piece was broken into pieces after we returned. I gave it to the comrades in the company as a souvenir. The larger piece was kept for me. I have other arrangements."

The main reason why the Allied operations were extremely frustrating for them was that the other side did not send ground troops at all and was unable to use them effectively.

The man lying on the ground had a bit of gray beard and was obviously quite old.

There's no after that.

"This opponent... really just because we shot down a stealth bomber... won't fight?"

Upon hearing the captain's order, the other three people's eyes immediately gleamed.

A 20-year-old car with a manual transmission couldn't withstand the hassle of changing it day and night, so it naturally stalled 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 fatal, so he quickly started the fire again.

Before the car stopped, Barsac unfolded the butt of his gun, quickly opened the door and got out of the car, and at the same time shouted toward the back seat:

The sergeant who had just released the clutch and half-pressed the accelerator was startled by the voice, and quickly stepped on the brake.

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.

Since he can be sent out alone to run business, he must be able to speak a few words in basic English.

Moreover, although they rarely practice guns as an air defense force, the opponent's pilots will only practice even less.

The safety of the AKMS in his hand has been turned off, and he has changed from holding the gun in both hands to holding it in his arms.

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:

"Wait a minute, slow down, slow down and check the situation!"

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 in total.

The second lieutenant who was walking at the front immediately fired a long shot, suppressing the opponent behind a flower bed.

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 snatch them back now.

If you can survive until the war, it is very reasonable to reciprocate and give you some souvenirs.

"Malkovich, you drive the car over and block the door, you can't let him drive away!"

"Don't stop, speed up!"

From a building next to the road, several gunshots were suddenly heard.

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.

The sergeant major in the driver's seat also joked half-jokingly.

But this idea only appeared for a moment and was denied by himself——

"Anyway, we captured a big one this time. It's a pity that we couldn't take a photo just now. Even if I told my mother, she might not believe it..."

It would be a pure joke if he was accidentally killed.

"I think this thing is enough for me to keep as a family heirloom..."

"hiss……"

Barsak, who was in the co-pilot, was also confused at this moment:

"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 continue to fight, your life will be better.”

As air defense troops, they usually don't even practice shooting much, so they naturally take the lead when encountering special operations.

It's obviously the perfect way to commemorate it.

then……

When Sergeant Major Markovich ran over panting, the pilot had been pinned to the ground by three people.

Combined with everything I just learned...

However, at this time everyone had relaxed.

When the F117 was shot down last time, the pilot drifted to the countryside again and was finally rescued by the opponent's helicopter.

It can be regarded as a kind of sadness in a war-torn place...

In fact, he still didn't know where the businessman named Zamusu came from, but that didn't matter.

The four people in the car instantly became nervous. The second lieutenant behind them pulled the gun with a clatter, and Barsak and the sergeant major each picked up an M84 submachine gun that could be operated with one hand from behind the door panel, which was their local copy. Vz61.

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.

The other party didn't 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."

To be able to bring down this plane, the opponent and the forces behind the opponent made at least 100% of the contribution, not to mention 70%.

Given such a good opportunity this time, it was naturally impossible to let him go again.

It is impossible for one short gun to kill three long guns.

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.

Actually, it's not just them.

Barsak's first thought was to send special forces from the opposite side to snatch away the wreckage.

"Company commander, what are you going to do with the last two pieces?"

Obviously he wanted to vent his anger after being bombed for more than half a month.

The second lieutenant next to him, who was also holding a gun, moved his eyes quickly, obviously having some ideas.

"Your name, position, and unit!"

Barsak initially thought it was someone robbing him. After all, in this city, even basic living necessities were scarce, and some security incidents were inevitable.

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.

"Let you blow us up... let you blow us up..."

But if you want to hit something like a pistol while moving from a distance of more than 20 meters, it is simply more difficult than using an anti-aircraft gun to shoot down a stealth bomber.

The face of the suspected Buryat man who handed him the radar components and anti-aircraft gun operating manual appeared in Barsak's mind.

And he was also wearing a pair of military boots.

The young superior soldier's eyes were red, and while he was muttering, he gave the opponent two gun butts.

It's such a big thing, and it's obviously impossible to send a few special forces to completely move it away.

The private in the back seat looked back at the two fragments placed behind him.

"parking!"

Probably a high-ranking military officer of great value.

But at this moment, a figure holding a pistol rushed out of the building where the gunshot had been fired. It seemed that he was preparing to go to the parking lot next to him to find transportation.

"That man might be a skydiving pilot! You two come with me!"

But he was quickly pulled away by the second lieutenant next to him.

Although 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 is simply a blue whale...