Chapter 1325 (1/2)

Colonel Gibson is right to guess that his electronic watch is indeed broken

and it is not just his watch that is broken

As night fell, the whole base grew dark.

Sergeant Duke, armed with his rifle and his brothers, exchanged positions with the patrolling soldiers and called out to the Sentinels on duty on the tower.

”What happened? Why don't you turn on the light? ”

”I don't know There seems to be something wrong with the power system. I've sent someone to call the repairman to repair it. Damn it, my walkie talkie is broken. I have to get a new one from the logistics company. ”

”Are you broken, too?”

”That's what it says Wait, your are broken, too

Sergeant Duke's expression began to be dignified, and a cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He had begun to realize what might have happened, and he believed that the people in the headquarters must have realized what had happened.

However, when he began to realize the seriousness of the problem, he did not receive any notice

I'm afraid it's too late.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the military base, on the runway in front of the hangar.

Sitting in the cabin of the F35 fighter, the American pilot who is preparing to carry out the air attack task presses the button on the dial, and a trace of confusion gradually appears in his eyes.

”Strange.”

The engine didn't respond, and some of the gauges seemed to be broken and stuck in the dial.

”This is gladiator-1. The plane's ignition system is out of order. Mission terminated...”

There was no response from the tower.

The pilot took off his helmet and was about to open the cabin door, but his outstretched hand was in mid air.

Looking up at the sky, his pupils gradually enlarged, his lips moved slightly, but only read out a name.

The enlarged pupil reflects the rows of emerald green signal bombs.

”God...”

……

Code named ”fire fighting”, it refers to NATO's ”Torch” operation.

In the eastern mountainous area of Bucaramanga, NATO's 14th mechanical battalion and Colombia's 27th infantry brigade stationed on Highland 772 were mercilessly bombed by Moro's national division fire.

There was no warning, only a plume of smoke rising into the sky announced the beginning of the bombing.

Shenwei's 107 rockets created a new myth in the Columbia battlefield. When the hurricane like rocket rain tilted on the position of the NATO coalition forces, there was nothing else in the whole position except the rampant dust and shrapnel.

”Damn it! How did they feel it! Where is the death of our sentry

Curled up in a foxhole, the commander of NATO's 14th mechanical battalion buttoned his helmet to his head.

Not far away from him, an armored vehicle that had just left the garage and had no time to disperse was penetrated by a 107mm rocket, hitting the ammunition rack, and the flames of martyrdom burst into the sky and even blew up the turret.

The pupil reflected the firelight of the armored vehicle, and a trace of despair appeared on the battalion commander's face.

Until now, he did not see reinforcements, nor did he see fighters roaring overhead, harvesting those arrogant rockets.

What happened?

……

What happened?

The Sentinels stationed below the Highlands were equally perplexed.