Chapter 704 An Unexpected Gain

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:

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

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.”

Actually, it's not just them.

Since infrastructure such as water, electricity, and communications is scarce, and space assets such as European and American communication satellites are obviously impossible to be opened to enemy countries, at this moment, 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.

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

"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..."

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

For this reason, when Balsac was picking out the pieces, he specifically found a part with the words "AF89 01" on it, which looked like a piece of skin somewhere.

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

It's obviously the perfect way to commemorate it.

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

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

However, at this time everyone had relaxed.

"Bang bang——"

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

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

"Don't stop, speed up!"

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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 too fatal, so he quickly started the fire again.

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.

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.

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.

And he was also wearing a pair of military boots.

Combined with everything I just learned...

"parking!"

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

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:

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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 in a less than standard pattern. He quickly approached the suspicious target from his position.

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.

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

Then……

There's no after that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Probably a high-ranking military officer of great value.

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

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:

"Your name, position, and unit!"

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

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."

"hiss……"

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's simply a blue whale...