Huang Yaowu was so bold that he was talking nonsense, but he was still beating in his heart. Half a squad of the second-line garrison troops guarding the islands would use to fight against nuclear submarines. The 374 islands were less than one square kilometer, and there was not even a circle of space. No, there was! The cave warehouse dug by the predecessors was the best hiding place. When the enemy entered, they looked dark, but the five comrades were extremely familiar and could walk with their eyes closed.

"Let's go to Shangganling!" Huang Yaowu said, "Bring your weapons and radio station, fill your kettle, and retreat to the tunnel."

Everyone knew everything about the company commander. He threw down the jars and jars, and only brought a rifle and a kettle. Pan Xing carried the Xiao Bayi radio station and led the prisoners into the gate of the naval warehouse at the foot of the mountain. After entering, he locked the door and piled up some debris and boxes behind the door. Only then did he feel relieved.

"This iron gate requires at least a heavy artillery to be bombarded." Huang Yaowu said, "Let's go back and hang a few grenades, let's go to a tunnel battle and landmine battle, so that they can never come back. Pan Xing, you, contact the regiment headquarters immediately."

With the confident commander, the fighting spirit of the soldiers was burning again. They first took the flashlight to take the prisoners to a warehouse, tied them up with a nylon rope, and then officially started to set up the formation, and placed them in empty cans boxes on various traffic roads and bends. The enemy was touched in darkness and fire, and it was inevitable that they would cause noise, so what awaited them would be a grenade.

Pershing put the radio on the stand, stretched out the antenna, and started calling the delegation. It was a 15-watt Bayi small short-wave radio station, which was used for the backup radio station when the optical cable failed. However, Pershing gave up after trying it out. He put on the headphones and was full of noise, which was undoubtedly due to electromagnetic interference.

"Can't contact." Pershing decisively gave up his efforts and joined the defense work. Xiao Bayi Radio was a product of the 1970s. The high-tech equipment used on the US nuclear submarines interfered with short-wave communications, and the surrounding area of ​​374 Island has become an electromagnetic storm area, and the radio waves cannot be sent out or received.

The five people worked hard for a long time and finally set up the formation, just waiting for the enemy to come. The battle was imminent, and everyone was full of adrenaline and excited.

"Comrades, a tough battle." Huang Yaowu said, "Leave a word for your family."

This is tragic and practical. If you really fight, you may not win. It is possible to suffer casualties or even destroy the entire army. Suppressing the prisoners may avoid this tragic result, but everyone is holding their breath in their hearts. They are all abandoned children of fate and are the kind that our troops don’t want. They were sent to 374 Island. Although they are usually laughing and heartless, they are sad and aggrieved in their hearts. Everyone needs a bloody battle to prove themselves and wash themselves. Therefore, they will never retreat in this battle.

Huang Yaowu took out a small notebook, tore up a few pieces of paper for everyone, and wrote a pen in turn. When it was Fu Ping'an's turn, he didn't know what to write. Maybe the news of his death reached Luo Jin and others' ears, and they would feel a little guilty. Maybe someone would find it with conscience to re-examine the unclear case. However, these thoughts were fleeting. The real man was wrapped in a horse's body, and he still thought about what these mother-in-law and mother did. He thought about it and wrote a passage:

Parents, brother:

When you saw this letter, I was already heroic. There is a copy of the seafood I posted on the island for you. There may be a pension. I don’t know how much. Please use it for my father to treat him. Mom, please be careful. Don’t play games all the time. Study hard and get into a university. Time is tight, so I won’t write more.

This tribute

Fu Ping'an

2010.8.15

After the suicide note was written, it was uniformly placed in an iron box and sealed it. Several layers of oil cloth were wrapped outside. Everyone seemed to have solved their worries, and the tragic atmosphere was slightly reduced. Huang Yaowu looked at the watch and found that it had been an hour since the enemy had not moved yet. It was impossible for them to not find anyone missing. This only shows one problem.

The enemy's commander is a calm veteran.

Suddenly the intercom rang, and after a rustling electric noise, a Mandarin with a Baodao accent came out: "Hey, can you hear it?"

Everyone looked at each other. The five people were all here, and there were no fishermen nearby. So the one who was speaking must be the US troops on the submarine.

The island uses Beifeng brand civil walkie-talkie made in Fujian, using the V-segment 136-174mhz. There is no confidentiality. Because the walkie-talkie itself has very low power and only five watts, it cannot contact the mainland and can only be used on the island. The US nuclear submarine is equipped with the world's most sophisticated monitoring equipment. They have probably captured their conversation before, but they didn't take it seriously. Now someone is caught and remembered. This trick is really clever.

Huang Yaowu took the walkie-talkie and replied: "You can hear it. This is the 9th Company of the Coastal Defense Regiment of the Dongshan Guard Area of ​​the Chinese People's Liberation Army. I will inform you of your number, country, over."

He speculated that the electromagnetic interference might be suspended and signaled Pershing to contact him again, but Pershing shook his head when he put on his headphones. The enemy was still using a high-power synchronous signal source to interfere with communication, and only retained the V segment for dialogue.

Baodao accent replied: "I want to talk to our people, that is John Spruins. I must first determine his status so that we can have the next conversation."

This is tactful, and it feels like the family and the kidnappers are negotiating, which means that if the meat ticket dies, I won’t talk. Huang Yaowu gestured to ask Fu Ping'an to bring the person over. Fu Ping'an took the pistol and flashlight and went to the next door to open the door. Where the flashlight shines, Spruins was grinding a nylon rope with his wrist tied back on the concrete wall.

Fu Ping'an resisted the urge to beat someone up and brought him over. Huang Yaowu held the intercom and pressed the launch button: "You, speak."

Spruenz understood and said in a short sentence in English, meaning that he was in good health and had not been tortured or abused.

Baodao said in an accent: "Thank you very much for giving Spruins the courtesy. Now let's talk about the problems we face. We need to get a comrade back. You need security. We both have a lot of common languages. In fact, we can be friends. Do you think?"

Huang Yaowu said: "Don't talk nonsense, did you cut off the undersea optical cable? Connect it to me first and then talk about something else."

Baodao accent said: "We cut off the undersea optical cable, and we blocked your radio station. This is to ensure your safety. If you return the people, you five will get a reward of 10,000 US dollars. This is many times your military salary. You can get a huge sum of money with just a little effort. I think this suggestion is worth considering."

Gao Xiaobo interrupted and said, "You can send beggars ten thousand yuan, you have to pay extra money."

Huang Yaowu glared at Gao Xiaobo, who smiled and said with a smile: "I am teasing them, and this prisoner is not even exchanging his daughter."

"Record." Huang Yaowu said softly, Zhu Mengjun took out the recorder and the two sides continued to talk. Huang Yaowu's plan was to record the dialogue as evidence, but the other party was very smart and never mentioned his identity.

Fu Ping'an felt something was wrong. He was used to watching various American blockbusters. American soldiers intervened everywhere and provoked wars around the world. They were often combative troops, and they were definitely not a good man and a woman. With the experience gained from the movie, they could not believe that they would use the US dollar to redeem people.

An ominous premonition came to my mind. Fu Ping'an unscrewed the lid of the grenade, poked the safety paper, and went out with a gun. He did not fire the flashlight, stood in the dark and listened with his ears. The tunnel was very quiet, and any small sound would be amplified.

Sure enough, there were footsteps, very light. It was not impossible for Fu Ping'an to hear it. This made him very scared. You should know that the tunnel system is very complicated and it is difficult to touch it in a short time. As for how the door was opened, he has no time to think about it now.

The enemy was below, turned two floors of stairs and arrived. This was a circling staircase made of concrete. There were holes in the walls, which made it convenient to throw grenades down. Fu Ping'an didn't have time to report to the company commander, so he pulled out the grenade and threw it down, and immediately squatted down to cover his ears.

However, there was no explosion. This grenade from decades ago might have failed due to moisture, but it did not explode, but it scared the enemy. The gunshot sound was completely different from the Bayi Bar. The continuous shooting sound should have been installed with a silencer. The bullet hit the concrete wall and slags splashed everywhere. In this case, it was impossible to fight back accurately. Fu Ping'an could only extend his gun to hold the fire down, just to block the enemy's attack.

This is the first time he fired at a person. Strictly speaking, he fired at the direction of someone. The gap between actual combat and target shooting is too big, especially close combat, where the fight is just experience. If the opponent does not show any signs, Fu Ping'an can only suppress the firepower, and shoots all the shots. A magazine is deducted in just thirty seconds. He almost trembled and took out the live magazine. Fortunately, the muscle memory he had practiced countless times was still there. He took the live magazine and knocked off the empty magazine, and then grabbed the air magazine. He hung the empty store and returned to the chamber, and then hugged the fire.

Soon, the comrades came out to support him. Per Xing and Gao Xiaobo fired in a random manner with their automatic rifles, temporarily suppressing the opponent's firepower. Suddenly, a loud noise came from below, and the air waves came to his face. It was the grenade of the old man who exploded one minute later.

There was no movement below. Perhaps the raided special forces team members were killed, but their comrades did not dare to go down to check it rashly. Gao Xiaobo threw two more grenades down. After the blow, everyone's ears were temporarily deaf, and his brain was buzzing.

"Don't worry," Gao Xiaobo said loudly. But no one could hear it, so he could only communicate with gestures. Now someone needs to go down to see it. Fu Ping'an volunteered to take a gun down the stairs to check it out, and others were covering it.

When I went down to the second floor, the ground was covered with mess and the walls were blown up, but there were no corpses or blood on the ground. It seemed that the enemy's bulletproof vest level was very high. The 67-wood-handled grenade relied on cast iron fragments. It was not a few pieces that exploded, so it was normal that it could not kill people.

This is the first battle with real swords and guns, and it is a narrow victory, but no one is glad that they are all soldiers who have not experienced actual combat, and the other party is likely to have seen bloody veterans in Iraq and Afghanistan. They have received professional indoor close combat training, so it is too difficult to eliminate them.

Fu Ping'an's flashlight locked a pile of bullet shells on the ground, with a shiny brass color, much smaller than the rifle shell he used. It was a nine-mm pistol shell. Just now, a short fight was met, and both sides were desperately pouring bullets. There were at least one hundred bullet shells on the ground, which showed the fierce battle.

Now he finally understood why the African soldiers raised their guns and fired.

Although the enemy was temporarily repelled, a problem was also exposed. The enemy knew our location. Pershing judged that it might be radio location. It was touched through our intercom signal. The island used civilian frequency bands and had no confidentiality. The enemy also had people who knew Chinese, so Huang Yaowu ordered that all intercoms be abandoned immediately.

They took the prisoners to another layer to hide. Huang Yaowu asked everyone to check the remaining ammunition on their bodies, but there were only fifty or sixty rounds left. Although there were many bullets in the warehouse and not enough magazines, there were few bullets to carry with them. There were not a single grenade left, but there were three magazines for the two 54.

"Save ammunition, Pan Xing, what else can I do to contact my superiors?" Huang Yaowu remained calm in the face of danger and possessed the qualities of an excellent grassroots commander.

"The submarine optical cable depends on how it is broken. If it is simply cut off, it can be reconnected, but it only takes time." said Pershing.

Huang Yaowu considered and rejected the proposal. Underwater operation was difficult, and the enemy was so cunning that it was likely to be waiting nearby. If they arrested one of our people, they could only exchange prisoners.
Chapter completed!