General Staff Department, Tactical Command Center.

Seeing Peng Maobang coming in, You Hongjun ordered a few staff officers and quickly met him.

"How are you preparing?" Peng Maobang stopped in front of the big screen.

"We have mobilized three reconnaissance satellites, and the 'Gully Vulture' unmanned reconnaissance aircraft has also been deployed." You Hongjun glanced at the screen and looked at the watch again. "This is an image sent back by 'Gully Vulture'. The rescue troops led by Colonel Xiang Yinghui and Major Lu Chengwen have left the camp and are about to enter India."

Peng Maobang nodded slightly and his eyes fell on the big screen.

More than 30 years ago, Ji Youguo risked the political future to save Peng Maobang, Zhao Rundong and others who were trapped for seven days and seven nights. Now, in order to save Kang Xiaoting, he mobilized several satellites and dispatched unmanned reconnaissance aircraft was nothing.

At this time, a staff officer hurried over.

"Okay, I understand." After returning the staff to his post, You Hongjun said to Peng Maobang again, "The two tactical fighter squadrons deployed at Gugerat Air Force Base are ready to take off and can set off at any time."

"When will Xiang Yinghui and the others arrive at the Indian military camp?"

"If everything goes well, there will be about three and a half hours."

Peng Maobang pondered for a moment and said, "Let the fighter take off in two hours and send four tankers over there. If an unexpected situation occurs, provide air support to the rescue troops in time."

"I have already arranged it. Also..." After hesitating for a moment, You Hongjun said. "I just received a message from the Military Intelligence Bureau. Some unexpected situations happened."

Peng Maobang frowned and turned to look at You Hongjun.

"Major Liang Guoxiang's ground j-10b was not blown up in time. The electric turbo accelerator on the fighter is likely to be lost."

"Lost!?" Peng Maobang's expression immediately became gloomy.

"Maybe it fell into the hands of the enemy." You Hongjun swallowed. He was most afraid of seeing Peng Maobang's current appearance. "The Military Intelligence Bureau is conducting an in-depth investigation. It is recommended that we immediately send troops in the war zone to find the enemy troops where there are suspicious signs, especially the US special forces."

"Tell Pan Yunsheng. Check it out as soon as possible and report the situation directly to me."

"Chief, do you want to contact Colonel Xiang Yinghui?"

Peng Maobang hesitated for a moment and said, "No need for now. After they find Kang Xiaoting, they will arrange new tasks for them."

You Hongjun nodded and stopped talking.

He couldn't figure out who the special forces soldier named Kang Xiaoting was. In order to rescue him, he not only mobilized troops, but also asked the head of state to give instructions in person.

At this time, the "Boncat" helicopter on the rescue troops had just crossed the India-Pakistan border.

Looking at the dark earth outside the hatch door, Su Mingjin's hand holding the sniper rifle trembled slightly. Lao Kang, are you still alive?

A lit cigarette was handed over, and Su Mingjin turned around and happened to meet Lu Chengwen's gaze.

"Don't worry, Kang Xiaoting will be fine." Lu Cheng shook his cigarette and waited for Su Mingjin to take the cigarette, he said again, "Kang Xiaoting's lurking ability is unmatched in our brigade. I'm afraid there is no special forces soldier in the world who is better than him. It's not that I brag, if he wants to hide it, I and the team leader will not be able to find him."

Su Mingjin forced a smile, and he also knew Kang Xiaoting's ability.

"I should have been promoted to the squadron leader back then." Lu Cheng sighed, "But he said he was a soldier, not a commander, and gave me the opportunity. Thinking about it now, if he had been the squadron leader back then, there would have been no such thing as today."

"Team Lu, Lao Kang will be fine."

Lu Cheng smiled and said, "It's good to think so. Maybe he has returned to Pakistan and is returning to the camp."

Su Mingjin took two puffs of cigarettes and returned to the outside of the hatch.

The helicopter could only send the rescue troops about 20 kilometers away from Hoshiyabur's military camp, then hiked through the defense line of the Indian army, sneaked into the camp, and found Kang Xiaoting.

Tens of kilometers away, inside the Hoshiyapur military camp.

Major Beckett stopped outside the barracks door, looked at the watch, looked up at the dark night sky before entering the barracks.

The transportation work is arranged by Cia, and the major is only responsible for escorting.

Why leave the barracks in the early morning and arrive at New Delhi International Airport before five o'clock? Beckett didn't know, nor did he want to know. He just wanted to survive the remaining few hours as soon as possible to complete this special operation.

After decomposing the "Galil" assault rifle, Major Beckett carefully wiped every part.

As an experienced special forces soldier, the major is not only proficient in the structure of hundreds of guns, but also proficient in using various guns in the world. There are hundreds of rifles and more than 200 pistols in his basement. When he is bored, he can fiddle with these guns all day.

By wiping parts, Major Beckett calmed down his anxious mood.

Guns are the life of soldiers, even more precious than the life of soldiers. Only by cherishing guns can you use guns. In Beckett's eyes, cold rifles are not only lifelong companions, but also will never betray his comrades.

When the electronic watch made a "tick" sound, Beckett assembled the rifle.

In the camp, more than a dozen special forces soldiers walked out of the barracks.

Under Major Beckett's command, a special forces soldier drove a large truck and another special forces soldier a military crane from India. Four special forces soldiers pushed the special equipment placed on the flatbed trailer out of the barracks.

The equipment was lifted up and moved slowly above the truck's cargo box.

Beckett glanced at his watch. It was 11:50, and it was July 17th in ten minutes.

With the roar of the motor, two special forces soldiers climbed onto the truck cargo box and prepared to fix the special equipment. Everything went as planned, and in a few minutes the team would leave the barracks.

A slight sound came from behind the barracks to the east, arousing the major's alertness.

After leveling the "Galil" rifle, Beckett made an encirclement gesture at two nearby subordinates. Although he did not believe that Chinese special forces could sneak in under the noses of thousands of Indian soldiers, Beckett still did not dare to be careless at all.

The three of them carefully walked around the back of the barracks.

The secret whistle was still crawling in the shadows in the corner, and there was no abnormality around it.

Too quiet, too normal!

Beckett asked his subordinates who were near the corner to walk towards the secret whistle, and he and another subordinate continued to pay attention to the situation around him.

As soon as he turned around, Beckett felt a severe pain in his right shoulder, and his index finger pressed on the trigger suddenly lost consciousness and his rifle was taken away.

"Leave a living mouth."

A special forces soldier with camouflage on his face and wearing night combat uniforms appeared in front of Beckett.

"He's an officer, he looks like a commander."

"Take him into the barracks!"

Two big hands grabbed Beckett's arm and dragged him into the barracks.

In the camp, more than a dozen US special forces were killed quietly. A group of Chinese special forces changed into the uniforms of US special forces and picked up the weapons of US special forces.

Before losing consciousness, Beckett saw the sudden appearance of Chinese special forces were placing remote-controlled bombs everywhere.

At this time, more than one hundred kilometers away.

Kang Xiaoting stopped on the muddy road and took out the kettle. After pointing the mouth of the pot at his mouth, he shook it hard for a few times, but only a drop of water flowed out. He sighed helplessly, put away the kettle, and took off his steps.

A sound of metal friction came from the back of the road. Kang Xiaoting hesitated for a moment, quickly rolled into the grass next to him, and took out the sniper rifle scope.

A tank, a "Khalid 2" main battle tank with the star and moon logo on the front armor.

Too familiar and so friendly.

As the tank approached, Kang Xiaoting climbed up and waved the g3/sg1 rifle in his hand.

His move did not receive "sympathy", but instead caused trouble.

Seeing the tank turret turning and the muzzle was facing him, Kang Xiaoting was startled and immediately turned over and jumped into the grass. The gunshots sounded, and dozens of bullets flew over Kang Xiaoting's head.

"Don't fire yourself!"

Kang Xiaoting threw the rifle out, pulled out the bandage from the first aid kit, and waved it hard.

Although the Pakistani soldiers in the tank did not understand Chinese, they immediately stopped shooting when they saw Kang Xiaoting throwing out his rifle, waving the "white flag".

After a while, Kang Xiaoting carefully got up.

"I am my own person, a member of the **." Kang Xiaoting shouted loudly, afraid that the Pakistani soldiers in the tank would not hear it.

The main battle tank of Khalid 2 stopped, the top cover on the left side of the turret was lifted, and the captain exposed half of his body. "China!?"

I have to say that the Chinese of the Pakistani tank captain is worse than that of Kang Xiaoting.

"Yes, China!" Kang Xiaoting carefully climbed onto the road, avoided the tank's muzzle and the coaxial machine gun muzzle that began to fire at him, and wiped off the camouflage on his face. "I am the Chinese, we are comrades and brothers."

After recognizing Kang Xiaoting's face, the tank commander suddenly became enthusiastic. "Pakistan and China are comrades and brothers."

Kang Xiaoting smiled bitterly and walked to the left of the tank. "Can I take a ride?"

"What?" The tank leader definitely cannot pass the "Class IV" in Chinese.

"Hiking." Kang Xiaoting scratched his scalp. He had not been to college and could not even pass the third grade in English.

"I don't understand what you mean, what did you say?"

After touching her body for a while, Kang Xiaoting took out a piece of paper from his underwear pocket and handed it to the tank commander. He gestured and asked the Pakistani commander to see the contents on the paper. This was specially prepared for soldiers entering Pakistan. The contents were mainly the number of the troops they belonged to, the location of the station, the rank level, etc.

After reading it, the tank commander immediately saluted Kang Xiaoting. "Hello, sir, I don't know you are a captain."

Kang Xiaoting probably understood. "You're welcome, just take me for a ride."

The tank leader probably understood what Kang Xiaoting meant, and immediately grabbed Kang Xiaoting's arm and pulled him onto the tank.

"Borrow your radio station for me."

"What?" The tank captain didn't understand.

"Radio!" Kang Xiaoting hesitated for a moment and gestured to make a phone call.

"You want to contact the army?" The tank chief understood, "No problem, I have a short-wave radio."

After taking the radio microphone handed over by the tank commander, Kang Xiaoting breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, knowing how to gesture is much more effective than learning a foreign language.

damn it*

It will be released on October 1st, and I request monthly tickets for October and beg for recommendations and collections!

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Chapter completed!