Chapter 705 A Valuable Prisoner

Next to the empty flower bed is obviously not a good place to ask detailed questions, and as time goes by and the news of "the air raids are temporarily suspended" spreads by word of mouth, there are more and more pedestrians on the street, and there is no guarantee that there will not be some people fishing in troubled waters among them. .

Therefore, in order to avoid a long sleepless night, the captain quickly took off his coat, covered Brigadier General Marot's head, and handed the other three people to escort him into the car. He stayed at the scene and inspected it in detail to confirm that there were no missing items nearby. Follow a few others. .

Strictly speaking, the identity claimed by this person still needs to be more strictly verified by the intelligence department, but for the Barsak people who got lucky today, after seeing the ID tag, pilot uniform and pistol There's nothing wrong with opening the champagne in advance.

"There should be two pilots on that plane. Besides you, where is the other person?"

The captain opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, quickly changed a new magazine, and at the same time turned around and asked sharply.

Marlott was sandwiched between the back seats, with a cut on his head (hit by the butt of a gun), his eyes still covered with clothes, and he was still a little dazed at this time.

In addition, Barsac's English was a bit blunt, so he didn't react at all for a while.

When he didn't get an answer, the captain had to pull off the clothes covering the other person's head, and slowed down his speaking speed and asked the question a second time.

The cover up was just to prevent too many unrelated passers-by from seeing him during the escort. Now that he was in the car, it was naturally not necessary.

This time, Marlott finally understood and immediately shook his head:

"I don't know. After the plane was hit, because the anti-aircraft fire had not stopped, we didn't dare to parachute immediately. By the time the ejection came out, the plane had already started to become unstable and roll. He came out 2.5 seconds before me and floated. In a completely different direction.”

"I took a special look at that time. He should have landed in the direction of the eastern suburbs, but he should have been taken away by the combat rescue team."

After answering, he turned back slightly and looked at the two fragments placed in the trunk with a strange expression.

Although the superior soldier next to him had regained his composure after being pinned down just now, his expression was still quite unkind. He seemed to want to make some sarcastic remarks with a gun and a stick, but he couldn't speak English, so in the end he had to continue to look out the window to be vigilant.

"What about you? You are a brigadier general. Logically speaking, you should be rescued as a priority, right?"

Barsac looked Marlott up and down with suspicion.

Of course, there are professionals responsible for interrogating prisoners, but since they have captured the person, they always have to take advantage of the other person's mental state to ask a few questions first.

As a result, this slightly layman's question was met with a blank stare from the brigadier general:

"I was blown to the top of a building by the wind. Although a positioning signal was sent, the combat rescue team probably believed that the risk of the helicopter rushing into the city to land was too high and there was no way to operate it, so there was no news, so I I’m thinking of finding a way to go to the suburbs first.”

"After that, I hid the parachute and moved to the countryside. I don't know why. I was following the direction pointed by the GPS positioning system, but I seemed to have lost my way. I walked for several hours and didn't go out..."

"Anyway... then it was almost dawn, and I saw that I was still wearing a flight suit, so I thought that I should steal some clothes to cover myself up. It would be better to get a car so that I could go faster. Then, I would meet you. "

The captain didn't care about a prisoner's attitude towards him, but something the other party just mentioned made him a little worried:

"So you still have your GPS transmitter with you?"

"certainly."

The Brigadier shrugged:

"However, it requires active operation to send out signals. Otherwise, it only has normal positioning function, so you don't have to worry about being tracked."

Marlott had been hiding all night, so it was naturally impossible for him to know everything that happened outside the Balkans.

Therefore, I thought the other party was worried about being located and killed:

"And you have also seen that my level is not low. Even if I am being followed now, I will definitely be safe, at least safer than other places."

In fact, Marlott was not sure whether the command would try to exchange or prepare to silence him if he was really sure that he was captured.

After all, six bombs had already been dropped when it was shot down last night.

If there are any uncontrollable consequences, it seems that letting him, the culprit, be "killed" will be an acceptable outcome for all his superiors.

At that time, it can be explained that the commander of the air force left alone, and the top management knew nothing...

But no matter what, I still have to bluff for now.

As long as the news of his capture is made public later, the risk of being silenced will be much smaller.

Now he is safest in the enemy's hands.

However, Barsac shook his head nonchalantly, with a hint of pride in his eyes:

"Mr. Brigadier... Maybe you don't know, but this morning, your air raids have stopped."

The captain himself was actually not sure whether the "pause" he just heard was reliable, and even if it was reliable, whether it would continue to be paused.

But at least at this moment, in front of the captured Brigadier General Mallot, he finally had a real feeling of "victory"——

Although he was very excited when he saw the wreckage of the plane just now, when he thought about the destruction and death he had seen in the past half month, it was difficult for him to regard a cold plane as a sign of victory.

"Um?"

Marlott looked in disbelief.

He had a relatively accurate understanding of his own value, and did not think that the higher authorities would stop Allied operations just because he might be captured.

Moreover, in the two hours after he was shot down, he clearly heard explosions that were much stronger than usual.

However, just when he was about to deny it, he realized that the city had indeed been surprisingly peaceful and peaceful in the past few hours...

The brigadier general was a little shaken.

Seeing Marlott's eyes flickering and no longer speaking, Balsac felt an unprecedented clarity.

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After calming down a little, the captain asked the next question:

"Where was the target of your air strike last night? Why did you send a stealth strategic bomber to go out alone?"

For Barsak, who had no interrogation experience, he believed that the information he had just obtained was more important.

The really fatal question at the moment was just a whim because he wanted to satisfy his curiosity.

But to Marlott, the previous ones don't matter at all, and now this is the proposition.

Definitely not recruiting.

So he shook his head firmly:

"This is a military secret, I can't tell you."

At this time, the brigadier general didn't know how big a trap he had created.

Neither did the other four.

As a result, the car quickly fell into silence.

Fortunately, the headquarters of their air defense brigade was not too far away. The jeep drove wildly and arrived at the door of a semi-underground bunker in ten minutes.

Malot had been blindfolded again, and Barsac and the other four dragged him into the headquarters under the strange looks of the guards at the door.

After the captain reported what had just happened to the brigade commander Andre Horvath (of course he concealed the fact that he had taken away two B2 fragments), the entire brigade headquarters focused its attention on these five people, or, To be precise, it was Brigadier General Marlott who was in the middle of the other four people.

Horvath hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and personally took off the clothes on the opponent's head. He also called the communications team and ordered the news of catching a big fish to be reported to a higher-level command. Finally, he ordered the military doctor to deal with it. A wound that has begun to scab over.

He could naturally tell that the wound came from the foldable gun stock of the AKMS, but after being bombarded for such a long time, it didn't hurt for his men to vent their grievances.

Anyway, people are still alive.

"Don't worry, Mr. Brigadier General, we will treat you as a prisoner of war."

The brigade commander moved a chair and sat opposite Marlott:

"After all, the bomb you dropped last night may have ended this war early..."