Vault 32

165 Blizzard

"Boom boom boom boom boom—"

The dazzling missiles had already rushed down from the solidified dark clouds, and the hidden power violently swept everything they touched, and the three Il-76 transport planes, which were still shaking violently, almost followed the attack of the missiles. Come on, the explosion that swept out violently has been torn into several pieces with its own inertia!
The explosion had appeared over the mountainous area, and a wave of air seemed to be visible with the naked eye, roaring to disperse the surrounding cold wind and dispersing the heavy goose feather snow in the sky.A large number of aircraft parts were scattered everywhere, because at the original cabin, a huge fireball had roared and exploded, instantly sweeping across an area of ​​tens of meters around the cabin, like three blazing little suns, making the surrounding airdrops seem to be It's stagnant.

"Air-to-air missile?"

Liszt's brows were tightly frowned, and his eyes stared blankly at the "sun" that fell heavily in the mountains far away, and the terrifying shock wave swept over in an instant, making him unable to help but lift up. Cover your face with your hands.A gust of snow and a gust of wind blew away the thin layer of snowflakes on his body, and Liszt stood staggeringly, and it took him a long time to open his eyes, looking over there as if It was falling into the burning mountain, but he clenched his hands subconsciously.

The crash of the three transport planes seemed to have ignited a virgin forest. Although there was heavy snow in the dry winter, once it burned, it was a terrifying wildfire that deserved attention.The blazing flames had dyed half of the mountain range red. Even if Liszt was separated from that area by more than a dozen hills, he could still see the bright light and thick smoke burning in that area in this dim space.

Slowly stretching out his hands to prop up his body, Carl also got up in the thick snowdrift, shook his body vigorously, and turned his head to look at the Marines behind him who were also lying in the snowdrift , his face was also a little embarrassed, and he stood up slowly, looking at the fiery red mountain in the distance, he couldn't help but said anxiously to Liszt: "Is that the sparrow air-to-air missile? I looked at those ten missiles, it was completely American standard air-to-air missiles!"

"Except for the U.S. Federation daring to directly use missiles to attack the Soviets, few countries in the world dare to do so."

Liszt narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at the burning light still emerging from the distant mountain, but he didn't deny Carl's words.Because his eyes could see clearly at that time, even if he was just an ordinary army company commander in the U.S. federal army, and he did not have the authority to touch high-precision weapons such as missiles, he could accept formal military training. , and can still recognize the missile that flew in the air just now, it is the air-to-air missile code-named "Sparrow" that is the current standard of the United States!
"Where did they come from?"

Carl raised his head slowly, and he looked at the sky that was still covered with dark clouds, and the heavy snow was still flying with the wind, blocking their sight to the distance.But he still frowned slightly, glanced at the southern area, licked his lips subconsciously, and said slowly to Liszt: "Is the US federal rescue force here?"

But before he finished speaking, he shook his head and directly expelled the thoughts from his mind.Although they came to this world and did not communicate with the United States in this world, the exchanges between countries, especially during the horrific Cold War period that is still ongoing, regarding so-called human rights and rescue, if they are not in line with national interests or It is said that if a certain value cannot be recovered, no one will allow it.

Think about the Vietnam War in the previous life, when a capable and mysterious American special force was ordered to enter a certain country to wipe out all the hospitals where the high-level Vietnamese commanders lived, but encountered a large-scale militia encirclement and suppression in a certain country.In the end, even though support was requested, due to the inherent thinking of the Cold War period and the fear of a certain country, no rescue was carried out at all, and even the designation of that unit was cancelled.

"I never thought anyone would come to our rescue."

Letting out a breath slowly, Liszt waved his hand to disperse the mist formed by the cold, and continued walking up the hillside in large strides.And he also waved his hand towards the back, and the dozen or so soldiers of the Marine Corps quickly followed his footsteps, wading through the snow layer that seemed to be getting thicker and thicker, walking slowly towards the boulder above the hillside past.

Liszt's strengthened body walked at the front, and he did not feel any tiredness. Instead, he let the soldiers behind him walk on his path like a pioneer, trying to save as much energy as possible.The entrance to the boulder cave was already less than 500 meters away, and it seemed that they had been attracted by the terrifying explosion. A dozen marines, also wearing thick cold-proof clothing, also came out and saw Liszt and the others walking slowly up the mountainside. , hurriedly waded towards the bottom, helped them up and walked towards the cave together.

The solid karst cave tunnel has been stepped on the soles of the feet, and it is no longer the soft feeling in the snowdrift. The Marine Corps soldiers who have walked on the snowy road for nearly an hour all let out a long breath, shaking the snowflakes on their bodies, and stretched out their hands. He took off the leather hood on his head and breathed in the warmer air, all showing tired and relaxed expressions.

"The heavy snow has sealed the entire Rocky Mountains, and it will take another two months to gradually melt away."

Karl also let out a long breath, stretched out his hand to lift the hat on his head, a pile of snowflakes suddenly collapsed under his feet, he couldn't help shaking his body vigorously, and as the snowflakes all over his body fell, he would also He took off the thick leather jacket on his body and handed it to a soldier next to him, and said with an extremely tired expression on his face: "Although winter is a strategic barrier, it doesn't seem to be a big advantage for us. "

"Not a huge advantage? No, I don't think so."

But in the corner of this cave, a more decadent yet elegant voice appeared, causing Liszt and Karl to turn their heads, only to find that it was the former Soviet middle-aged officer Brejewski, with two hands With his pockets in his pockets, he took a step forward slowly under the supervision of two Marines on one left and one on the right, but he also stood still consciously, shrugging his shoulders slightly like a traditional American: "At least we can There is no snowmobile like yours." After a pause, he still nodded with some regret: "It's an amazing invention."

The mobility of the snowmobile is almost like a fish in water in this kind of mountain covered with deep snow.The wide floor allows the motorcycle to have enough support, and the figure running fast on the snowdrift can also easily accelerate to the fastest speed in a short time with the help of the low friction of the snow.Although the directionality and safety are not satisfactory, the terrifying maneuverability alone is enough to put this kind of vehicle into the troops that specialize in snow combat.

Karl also understood what the regret in Brejewski's words meant, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, and slowly pulled back the leather boots he was wearing, and he was wearing a pair of thinner combat boots inside. , handed it to the soldier next to him, and directly retorted: "If we have air forces, we may have captured you by the time you reach that area."

"Air troops? If you have helicopters, I'm afraid they have already been shot into a pile of scrap iron by the air-to-air missiles loaded on the Mi-24 helicopters."

Brejewski still smiled, looking at Karl's slightly disdainful face, he didn't explain too much.As a prisoner, although he wanted to use some small tricks, he still gave up his thoughts when he saw the Americans gathered around him. He glanced at the appearance of snowflakes whizzing by outside, and slowly Sighing, he asked Liszt: "Then Mr. Liszt, as your captive, can you ask me what will happen next?"

"To be honest, I am also very surprised that you were captured."

He also took off his heavy leather jacket, and Liszt's capable American military uniform appeared in the cave. He turned his head to look at Brejewski's frowning, and touched his stubbled chin instead. , shook his head helplessly and said: "If I say that I didn't want to capture you at all, do you believe it?"

In fact, it was true. He never thought that he would capture a group of Soviet experts on a whim, plus a few guys who were obviously high-ranking generals of the Soviet army.And Liszt shook his head, stretched his waist vigorously, his bones crackled, and his voice was also a little puzzled: "But I also want to know, what exactly are your experts studying?" His He also looked at the middle-aged Soviet officer, and asked, "What are your duties?"

"Position."

A bit of melancholy appeared on Brejewski's face, he frowned slightly and opened his mouth to say something, but he still sighed slowly.A captured high-ranking commander, saying the number of the unit he commanded, already symbolized a kind of flattery to the victor, and his unit was not defeated, and in fact still maintained a complete organizational system, even though he was such As the commander of the army, even if he is lost, with the conventional warfare system and command system, he can still maintain a strong combat effectiveness.

"Bledevsky, maybe we don't need to communicate too much. You and I are smart people, aren't we? This can also avoid some unpleasant things from happening."

A smile appeared on the corner of Liszt's mouth. He looked at the Soviet officer in front of him, and when he was about to say something, something in his pocket vibrated slightly.And his brows were tightly frowned, and he reached out his hand to take out the small and rough original communicator in his pocket, looked at the caller ID on it, but couldn't help squinting slightly, and said softly: "The Enclave?"

PS: The second update is here, ahem, the third update is gone today, get up early tomorrow to type...

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