Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2268 The Most Beautiful Is the East is Red

Chapter 2268 The Most Beautiful Is the East is Red
Base, communications room.

The fat man had finished his hot dog and drank his coffee, which he placed not far away.

At this moment, the girl he liked was leaning in his arms, babbling something, which made his heart soften.

Touching the girl's hand and smelling the unique scent of kimchi, the fat on the fat man's face began to tremble.

He decided that after work, he would take the girl to taste the most delicious sausages, which would definitely be much better than kimchi.

Hmm? Work?

Oh, damn work.

The fat man suppressed his inner restlessness, took out a green coin from his pocket and stuffed it into the girl's collar. This was also to tell others that this was owned by someone, so others should not have any ideas about it.

He turned around and walked back to his work station, he had to persevere to the end.

As soon as he approached, the fat man's face became solemn because the communication button turned red.

this means
Lost contact.

Oh my god!
With a cry of surprise, the fat man bumped into the two people next to him and hurriedly ran to the workbench.

"Stark, you damned fat pig, you did such a damn good thing."

"Damn it, I'm going to spank you."

The two men cursed angrily, and one of them even spilled coffee on his clothes, looking ugly.

But Stark didn't care at all. He sat down on the chair, pushed the mess in front of him aside, and then quickly checked the equipment.

The equipment is fine and other communications are smooth.

Drops of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

He turned on the recording device and heard a hissing sound. He knew it was because the Blackbird was moving too fast to transmit the audio effectively, but he could still vaguely hear some words.

"Shut the fuck up, damn it, and turn off the damn machine."

"I'm talking to you, Jace. Turn off the fucking music."

At this moment, Fatty Stark burst out with energy proportional to his body, which directly silenced the entire communication room.

Then the fat man sat down and listened to the sound in the recording.

The people around also realized that something was wrong. In particular, when someone saw the red light indicating communication interruption, their faces froze and they quickly returned to their posts.

The girls who came to express their condolences immediately hid in the corner like quails, looking at everything in front of them in panic.

These Americans, who usually spend money like water and are not afraid of anything, suddenly became unusually serious at this moment.

chi chi~~
".There are missiles behind us."

“It’s a plane.”

"Wal, we're locked in!"

"Oh my god, hide, gogogo"

“We were shot.”

"Damn it, Nest, hear the answer."

"Fat pig, damn fat pig, speak to me!"

"No~~They are too fast."

"No~~~"

Chi Chi
One after another, the interviews were mixed with interference sounds. Although they were not very clear, the vague sounds could still be heard.

But after hearing this clearly, everyone's hearts immediately sank to the bottom.

In particular, the non-commissioned officer on duty knocked over the food shelf, sat on the ground, and the delicious food was scattered all over the ground.

The 'damn fat pig' in Cessna's mouth was none other than Fatty Stark, who was now slumped in his chair.

He knew that this time, he would be court-martialed.

"Quick, go and report."

The sergeant came to his senses and shouted loudly.

The stunned soldiers ran out immediately.

Base Chief, Office.

Mossos was holding a cup of coffee, and on the table not far away was a turkey that was brimming with grease.

This was specially cooked for him by the base chef.

As a carnivore, every meal must have meat.

And today, is there anything better than the turkey shipped from the distant motherland?
This is the taste of hometown.

This is the best gift for Christmas.

Well, a gift from home.

Mossos put down his coffee, then sat down at the dining table, picked up the prepared knife and fork, and prepared to cut off the fattest part as his appetizer.

But before the knife could cut, the door was violently pushed open.

It was his adjutant who came in, his face panicked, and he immediately said, "Sir, our Bai Yang has had an accident."

Mossos's scolding was blocked in his mouth, and he put down his knife and fork, "What happened?"

"Sir, Bai Yang was on a reconnaissance mission and was intercepted by the enemy. We have lost contact now."

"Impossible, how could the other party intercept them? Impossible, that's a blackbird, not a house sparrow!"

Mossos reacted and immediately argued, while the adjutant opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Just standing aside, staring at each other silently.

The next second, Mossos pushed the turkey on the table and strode out.

The adjutant hurried to follow.

"Contact that damn Howard. I want him to come see me immediately."

The adjutant stopped and immediately ran to the other side.

The door was kicked open, and Mossos walked quickly to the communication desk, while the fat man beside him dodged to the side.

The sergeant hurried forward to report the situation.

"You mean, Topol was attacked, maybe by a missile carried by an airplane?"

"Yes, sir."

The sergeant quickly opened the recording, and Mossos listened attentively with a cold face.

".There are missiles behind us."

“It’s a plane.”

"Wal, we're locked in!"

After listening for a moment, Mossos's face turned red.

He knew that something must have happened to Bai Yang, but the problem was that they didn't know the final situation.

At the very least, we need to know in which area the plane crashed, what happened in the end, whether it was a plane or a missile, and what happened to the two of them.

But now, there is nothing else except curses, calls and complaints.

And the main responsibility for all this lies with these bastards.

Thinking that after the Blackbird accident, the higher-ups would definitely send people to investigate, and that other issues might even be involved.

Thinking of this, the wonderful atmosphere of Christmas disappeared without a trace.

"Someone is coming."

Mossos shouted directly, and then a team of military police came in. "Take this damned dereliction of duty away and put him in the detention room."

"The others were also taken away for investigation."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the room turned pale.

There was also a foul smell coming out, and when everyone looked, it was the fat man Stark, with a yellow patch under his trouser leg.

"Take it away from me."

Mossos slammed the table in anger, and no one dared to resist.

Three people came up to the fat man and dragged him out with great effort.

Mossos listened to the recording over and over again until there was no one else in the room.

The more I listened, the more frightened I became.

What is certain is that the other party is well prepared.

This is a trap.

But he was the stupid prey, eating the fat meat.

More importantly, this Blackbird was not on normal duty, which means that the aircraft should be at the base.

But now, where is this plane?

"Howard, this bastard, this bastard"

When he thought about this mission, he hated it so much that he wanted to shoot the bastard.

Base, in the bar.

Howard and Myle were enjoying the gentleness like water. In this cold season, only the warmth from the skin could make them feel relaxed.

"Oh, dear Mr. Mele, this place is different from the big one."

Howard couldn't help but joked as he looked at Mele who was about to surrender.

Maile gritted his teeth, looked at the other party's ease, and couldn't help but sneered, "You must have taken drugs, otherwise, you would never have been able to beat me."

Howard sneered, "Is it so difficult to admit that others are better than you?"

"Get lost. I can acknowledge everything else, but I cannot acknowledge this man's dignity."

As he spoke, Maile endured it again, but his movements slowed down.

"Haha, your ridiculous male dignity is nothing in front of me"

The door was kicked open and a gust of cold wind rushed in, making the two of them shiver.

Then came the woman's scream and the two men's disbelief.

"What are you doing?"

"Howard, we have been ordered to pick you up. Please come with us immediately."

The person who came didn't even bother to talk to the two of them. Several people behind him immediately stepped forward and dragged the two of them out.

"Give us clothes, damn it."

After the two men were dragged out and everyone had left, the women finally recovered from their panic and came to the clothes, took out all the banknotes inside, and then left holding the clothes.

In the car, two people were wrapped in a blanket, with bruised faces and noses.

This is the consequence of their resistance.

But at the moment, they had no intention of revenge, because the news they received was too shocking.

The car stopped and the two men immediately ran into the communications room wrapped in blankets.

But as soon as I came in, I was frightened by Mossos's appearance.

At this moment, Mossos didn't care about the other party's embarrassed appearance at all. He stared at Howard fiercely, "Damn Howard, this is a trap, and you are the accomplices. You must take full responsibility this time. Full responsibility."

"If it weren't for your misinformation, would we have suffered such a huge loss?"

"I will bring you to court and impose the most severe punishment."

Mossos wanted to kill both of them with a knife.

Because of this, his bright career was about to be cut short.

My heart aches when I think of this.

"Mr. Mossos, please calm down and listen to me."

Howard held the blanket to cover his body with one hand and used the other hand to calm Moss down.

But Mossos had no patience and asked the guards to take the two away.

"Stop it, stop it. I'm from the Intelligence Bureau. You don't have the authority."

Howard shook off the guard's hand and looked at Mossos, "Tell me everything you know. We still have a chance."

"Mossos, you know, I'm better than you at intelligence."

"If you tell us, we may still have a chance. If you don't, neither of us will have a good time."

Perhaps it was Howard's voice that made Moss change his mind, and he let the guards go out.

"I want to know everything."

Howard spoke, Mossos snorted, turned on the recorder, and then the three of them listened.

The more he listened, the colder Howard felt.

Needless to say, as soon as I heard it, I knew that the other party had a purpose and took measures to carry out the ambush.

Mele's legs were already trembling.

If they received false intelligence and caused such losses, the main responsibility lies with them.

Thinking of this, Maile couldn't control his bladder.

"What else do you have to say? This is all a show, a trap that was set long ago."

“And you stepped right in.”

Mossos smoked a cigarette with a grim look on his face.

Howard opened his mouth, at a loss for words.

Suddenly, Mossos stood up and said, "I will report the truth."

As he said this, he walked out. He wanted the guards to keep an eye on the two men and not let them escape, otherwise who would take the blame?

Just as he was about to open the door, he saw it pushed open and the adjutant rushed in.

This was the second time he had seen this look today, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Sir, listen to this."

As he said this, he quickly ran to the radio beside him and turned it quickly until he heard a faint sound from it, then he stopped.

The three people in the room were stunned, not knowing what was going on.

Just listening to this tune, I feel a sense of familiarity.

The adjutant immediately said, "Sir, this is the music played by the Chinese satellite."

"They have announced that they launched a rocket not long ago. After a ten-minute flight, they successfully launched a 173-kilogram satellite."

"The song playing now is called The East is Red."

“The whole world has received it.”

The more the adjutant spoke, the sank the hearts of the three people in the room, until they sank into the icy sea, shuddering with fear.

After the adjutant finished speaking, the only sound in the room was the repetitive melody of "The East is Red", which became a nightmare that the three people could not get rid of.

(End of this chapter)

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