The battlefield real-time monitoring system is a great technological achievement, which allows commanders to grasp all developments on the front line or operations in a safe rear command post at the first time.

But in many small-scale special operations operations, the biggest role of the battlefield monitoring system is to make the viewers behind the scenes applaud immediately.

If the operation fails, then the use of the battlefield monitoring system to grasp the situation on the front line will become a disaster.

When the front wins, the rear cheers; when the front fails, the rear can only lament or roar.

"Sir, we have received the fire thief and he is still alive!"

Hearing the call from the frontline personnel, Thompson felt a stone fall in his heart, but then he suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"What did you say?"

"Sir, the fire thief is not dead yet. He still has a heartbeat, but he is not breathing."

They were all burnt to a ghostly appearance, but they are still not dead?

Thompson saw with his own eyes what the fire thief did, so he was only briefly shocked and then immediately said: "Bring him back."

Thompson took over, so he turned to look at Larry and said excitedly: "Now, I really think that the Fire Stealer is more important than an oil refinery. Maybe... he can bring us unimaginable returns.

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Larry insisted on finishing his words, because he suddenly saw a parachute through the lens of the front team members, and then through the lens of the front team members, he watched a man raise a gun, fire, and fire again.

Thompson's brain shut down, so he said every word he wanted to say, even though the words made no sense.

what happened?

Larry yelled crazily: "Kill him, kill them, kill...oh no, Fuck!"

The camera turned to the sky and remained motionless, which meant that the photographer was dead.

Finally, Thompson turned to Larry again with a blank expression: "What happened? Is that a ram?"

The corner of Larry's mouth twitched, and then he whispered: "No, that's not a ram. If it was a ram, his companion would not die. That's not a ram..."

Thompson said with a face full of astonishment: "That means... we failed?"

Larry said nothing, and Thompson suddenly said: "Let our plane take off, quickly!"

"It's too late."

Larry's judgment was correct this time. He watched the Chinese man jump into the plane and shot the pilot twice.

Thompson was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly said: "Fire! Let the artillery fire! No, the whole army is dispatched to recapture the fire thief...quickly."

Larry suddenly said angrily: "Shut up, or get out of here!"

Larry's rage startled Thompson, and then he immediately shut up. Larry took the headset and shouted: "Fire, fire! Run according to the coordinates and shoot at full speed!"

Larry was worried that You Zixing would drive the helicopter away, but he worried too much because... You Zixing couldn't fly a helicopter.

You Zixing is a special soldier, but he is only a special soldier. He can parachute from a helicopter or rappel, but he cannot fly a helicopter, not any model.

So he watched helplessly as the helicopter was at hand. He put Gao Yuan on the helicopter and could leave this terrible place safely immediately, but You Zixing could only sigh helplessly.

The helicopter has always been in a state of being at a distance from the ground and can take off again at any time. Now You Zixing killed the pilot and fired the signal flare. However, when he finished doing this, the helicopter that kept the throttle became more and more unstable.

The rotor of the helicopter seemed to be spinning faster and faster, and then the attitude became more and more unstable. Unfortunately, You Zixing didn't even know how to release or increase the throttle. Moreover, he did not dare to risk getting into the helicopter that seemed to be going out of control.

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You Zixing stepped forward and grabbed Gao Yuan's arms. He endured the pain in his left leg and began to pull Gao Yuan away from the helicopter that was about to lose control.

Gao Yuan's butt and legs were dragged on the ground, and his burned feet were also dragged on the ground. The dry and cracked skin was rubbed off, and blood began to flow out, leaving two long blood marks on the ground.

You Zixing couldn't figure out how Gao Yuan survived, but he knew one thing, that is, Gao Yuan was really miserable now.

This was a scene so tragic that one could never imagine it in his dreams. You Zixing was even seriously considering whether Gao Yuan would suffer the most if he survived.

At this moment, You Zixing suddenly heard a rumbling sound coming from far away.

"It's so amazing..."

You Zixing knew what he had encountered. He threw Gao Yuan away, closed his eyes, pounced forward, and lay on Gao Yuan's body.

A cannonball exploded not far away from him. It said it wasn't far, but in fact it was thirty or forty meters away. The air wave from the explosion caused him to move more than a meter horizontally, and he was blown away.

But You Zixing was once again shocked to find that he was not dead.

A series of shells fell on the ground. It had already lost control and began to tilt on the ground. The helicopter, whose rotor was about to hit the ground, was directly hit by the shells.

But You Zixing was already forty or fifty meters away from the helicopter at the moment, so he didn't have to worry about the helicopter being destroyed and it would affect him.

What about the air-burst bombs that were promised? The air-burst bombs that were promised to explode in the air, and the fragments smashed into sieves all the people within a fifty-meter radius?

It turns out that the enemy does not have blank bombs. It is too backward, too embarrassing, and a disgrace to the artillery.

You Zi

If it is too close, shock waves and shock waves are more deadly than fragments.

Now it was necessary to drag Gao Yuan into the nearest building to hide from the cannon, but You Zixing dragged Gao Yuan back again. Just as he moved a little bit with difficulty, an irresistible force made him suddenly let go of his hands.

You Zixing stopped in extreme shock, because Gao Yuan relied on his own strength to sit still. He sat on the ground and supported the ground with his hands. Then, Gao Yuan stood up with his hands hard.

Gao Yuan stood up and did not stop his inhuman performance. After turning his head back and forth twice, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards You Zixing.

Gao Yuan put his hand on You Zixing's neck, and immediately pinched it hard.

You Zixing instinctively tried to block Gao Yuan's hand with his arm, and he succeeded immediately.

Gao Yuan's hand was pushed away, but at this critical moment, You Zixing shouted something that made him feel ashamed.

"It's a fake corpse!"

Youzi Xing screamed desperately and fiercely.

Gao Yuan began to shake, his eyes were unfocused and red, then he shook and seemed to open his mouth instinctively.

"water……"

It was like the sound of two pieces of foam rubbing against each other, dull and unpleasant, and Youzi Xing shuddered at the sound.

"There's no water...I...fuck!"
Chapter completed!