Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Oh, fuck..."

The task force's new commander let out an inexplicable sigh.

At this moment, the morning sun is rising, and the sky is so clear that it can be seen by the naked eye. Above the sky, one after another fighter planes burst out of the clouds and flew toward the airport, one after another, one team after another.

The adjutant shouted, "Sir! We should take cover immediately!"

The newly promoted lieutenant colonel glanced at the other party with a complicated expression.

"Do you need it, Lieutenant? How many countries can put more than fifteen third-generation aircraft in Africa? Besides, even if it is an enemy, is it useful for us to hide?"

The lieutenant was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the airport where the clouds had already risen: "Isn't it... No, didn't the command order us to take over the western airport immediately? Why did they send fighter jets to bomb directly?"

The lieutenant colonel held onto the handrail next to him, closed his eyes, and sighed.

"This order is not for us, but for the Chinese at the airport."

"…Hold."

The lieutenant looked shocked and murmured, "But he saved us..."

"But I haven't rescued the president, I haven't rescued the big figures in the cabinet and parliament, in fact, it's useless!" The lieutenant colonel threw his military cap to the ground, "These bastards!"

It's useless to say anything now, and it's too late to even do anything. The fighter jets whizzed past the sky, barely able to see the bombs detached from the mounts, flipped in the air, or unfolded their tails, or scattered countless bombs. Many tiny umbrellas.

The fighter jets that completed the attack operations circled according to the scheduled route, waiting for the second-step command of the early warning aircraft. The sky of Comora gathered the largest advanced attack group that has ever appeared on this continent. This is not the French Air Force. The number of deployments in four hours.

"At least twenty-five... not just gusts..."

The lieutenant colonel looked at the sky, not knowing whether to be angry or ashamed: "Americans are here too..."

In Comora, a country with no air superiority at all, the war machine was activated, a lot of money was burned, and 20 or 30 multi-purpose fighter jets were put in at one time. The goal was just an airport.

Modern air operations are already based on quality, and there is no need for too many quantities. If it is to destroy the material evidence in the warehouse, the laser-guided bombs carried by up to four Rafale fighter jets are enough, and there is no need to use cluster bombs at all, and there is no need to use them once. Sex sends so many, aggressive attack clusters.

There is no need for the French government to pull down its face and ask the United States to conduct joint operations.

Their goal is clear.

Putting fighter jets that exceed the density of the airspace at one time, pouring excessive firepower at one time, not only destroying the warehouse, but razing the entire western Comora Airport, every inch of land will be completely covered by explosions, fragments and shock waves, Not even a mouse was allowed to survive.

The soldiers stared blankly at the airport in the distance. The fire was shining, the black smoke rose, a series of walls of fire surged up, and the explosion sounded far away.

The air strike groups from France and the United States poured down all kinds of killing weapons, Jadam joint attack munitions, combined aviation rockets, CBU-105 cluster bombs... towering aviation towers, barely visible aviation The station building, everything was covered by the explosion of smoke and dust, collapsed, so that at this distance, you can still see the astonishing momentum like a sandstorm from afar.

Large swaths of smoke rose up, and the ground was shaking slightly, as if the **** mouth of a giant beast devoured everything, and the destructive power reverberated in this small airport.

The new lieutenant colonel, who had been promoted not long ago, clenched the handrail and trembled slightly.

The soldiers watched silently.

They invariably guessed who was there.

They all had memories of what happened last night, and they knew who rescued them in that crazy and desperate situation. Today they obeyed the order and went to the western airport. They were also told that they would meet the Chinese last night. The ambassador took the trouble to tell them all kinds of precautions before leaving, telling them what to pay attention to when they had a conflict with the Chinese, and now...

Bombs fell from the sky.

A scam, a trap.

"God **** bureaucrats!"

The commander uttered a furious curse, and dust mixed with smoke and fire blew in the distance.

"Bring my communicator here!"

In the French embassy in Comora, the ambassador's office was kicked away by a furious Lieutenant Colonel Verret.

"You shameless devil! Cursed son of a bitch!"

The former task force commander, who was dismissed on the spot and placed under house arrest for refusing to obey orders, roared, kicked the secretary who came to stop him, grabbed the ambassador by the collar, and pressed him against the wall.

His eyes almost burst into flames.

"What have you done! He saved two hundred and forty-eight French soldiers! And is this how the glorious and great Frenchman returns to his benefactor? You make me sick!"

The ambassador took a deep breath and reassured: "Lieutenant Colonel, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Come on, son of a bitch, there must be your share here, otherwise how would they know that Kant is at that airport! I spit on your rotten soul, yours! Parliament's! Cabinet! And son of a bitch! Raised President! You are all utter rotten people!"

"Watch your words!"

The ambassador shouted: "You are still a French soldier, your task is to obey orders and fight for the interests of France! We are the same, all this is for French!"

Lieutenant Colonel Weiley said gloomily: "Including the use of aviation bombs to thank the benefactors who saved our soldiers?"

"He's not! He's a **** chink! Yellow-skinned monkey! He's ruining our strategy in Comora! He's disgraced Fabercie! Shame on the French Army! Most importantly, he's got it That artifact that can control people's hearts, can't let that thing fall into the hands of China!"

The ambassador suddenly broke free from Wei Lei's restraint and touched the other's chest with his hand: "Do you think this decision is easy? Do you think I have no guilt? But sometimes we have to do the right thing, in order to..."

"—for the good of France, isn't it?"

Lieutenant Colonel Wei Lei stared at the ambassador coldly, his face full of disappointment, "No, you are just shirking your responsibilities and saving your own face, so that what you did in Comora wouldn't come out in one breath. , so you can trample on morals and conscience, we are soldiers, we are killing weapons, we are stained with blood, we do dirty work, and your hands are clean, but your heart is blacker than the devil!"

He spat, turned and strode away.

"Where are you going?"

Lieutenant Colonel Wei Lei tore off the armband, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it.

"You were fired by me!"

He strode out of the room, and the French ambassador rubbed his aching neck, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and gave the secretary a wink, who slowly took out the phone.

The same news was also passed back to Moyani and to the ears of the king. After all, this is Comora. Although there is no air defense system at all, and the air defense radar cannot detect high-speed rushing fighters, the naked eye can still play a role. , Some local residents saw supersonic fighter jets flying by in the clear sky.

Also saw the rising smoke and fire.

King Chakat's expression changed drastically, and he made a call immediately, but there was a busy tone in the receiver, the satellite phone could not be connected at all, the entire communication room was dead silent, and no one spoke.

"fxck! fxck! fxxxxxxck!"

Cups, microphones, headphones, communicators, everything was pushed to the ground by the king.

He sat on the ground and covered his head: "Oh, no, shxt..."

Kirov's face was also very ugly, but he still comforted the king: "Don't worry too much, the most important thing now is to figure out what happened, maybe it's not that bad..."

But all the efforts and attempts kept failing.

Ordered the frontline and scouts to conduct investigations, contacted the embassy, ​​and asked China and Russia for help. All they could get was bad news, and Kant had never been contacted.

"I should have let him come back immediately, I shouldn't have left him there..."

The king's eyes were red and tears were streaming down, and he beat his head, annoyed.

Until now, he found that he still underestimated the lower limit of the West, any national sovereignty, any international norms, in front of their interests, they are all trash that can be trampled on. , without having to consider the consequences.

And as the king, as the ruler of this country, he could do nothing about it.

only to lose.

Lose the fruits of all efforts so far, lose the nation, lose the dignity, lose the new friend, lose the light in the darkness.

There was no one in the communication room who could comfort him, and Kirov couldn't care about what to say. He wanted to quickly spread the news back to China and find a way to contact Kant.

He felt that Kant would not be so stubborn.

At this moment, Chakat jumped up, grabbed a rifle from the guard, rushed out of the police station, jumped into a car, started the fire, and walked away.

People were shocked: "Go and chase!"

The king rushed all the way to the embassy area, the jeep flicked to a stop, and the king of Comora walked to the main gate of the French embassy with a rifle. The French soldiers immediately raised their guns, but they recognized the king.

The embassy is the territory of the country, and the guards have the right to shoot any threatening hostile personnel, but this is only a rule and theory, and the so-called hostile personnel are the head of a sovereign state.

When the guards hesitated, there was a sudden sound of gunfire in the direction of the embassy, ​​as well as noisy shouts and the sound of glass shattering. When they turned around, they saw a burst of confusion. Beside him, each holding a weapon, confronted the military attache who chased after him.

Dimitri chased after his subordinates and the Komora temporary guards. When the king saw this, he rushed forward and knocked out a soldier who was looking back with the **** of a gun. After grabbing another guard's weapon, everyone rushed in.

It was Lieutenant Colonel Weiley who took the hostages and rushed out of the embassy.

The king raised his rifle and rushed to meet the Russians. The eyes of the two crossed each other, and they were stunned at the same time. Then Chakat II discovered that the one who was kidnapped by the lieutenant colonel was actually the French ambassador.

"Your Majesty, I make a formal request for political asylum in your country."

Lieutenant Colonel Willey said to the king while strangling the ambassador's neck.

Chakat II said solemnly: "It's an honor."

The lieutenant colonel let go of his arm slightly, and the French ambassador took a breath and said angrily: "Your Majesty Chakart! This is a downright provocative act, no, it is an act of declaring war!"

The king's AK has been pushed up and poked at his temple: "Then what is your bombing of the Comora country? An outing?"

The ambassador snapped, "I don't understand what you're talking about!"

The king clicked the bolt.

He tilted his head and his eyes were red: "Then can you understand this?"

The guards of the embassy immediately raised their guns and faced off against the king's men.

The ambassador's face was stern, and even if he was scared now, he would maintain Fabaixi's dignity: "I can understand, and Fabaixi can understand! Your act of pulling the trigger will bring a new war to Comora! "

The king hissed, "What about your bombs?"

The ambassador turned his head desperately and looked directly into the king's eyes: "I repeat, I don't know what you are talking about, if you are talking about what happened last night, our government will explain and compensate you, if you don't If you are satisfied, then declare war on us! Come on! Give me the letter of war orally, and I will immediately convey your attitude to the country! King of Komora, understand what you are doing!"

At the end, the ambassador's eyebrows were raised, and the spirit and arrogance of a traditional old-fashioned empire came to his face.

We dropped bombs.

But Komora doesn't even have air defense radar, do you have proof?

Even if you have evidence, so what?

Who would believe it? Who cares about your cries and cries?

This is a joint operation launched by the United States and France, do you want revenge?

Come on then!

Declare war on us? Your army can't even step out of the country of Komora!

It's better to clamp your tail and beg for more compensation and loans. What else do you want, what else do you want?

In the silence, everyone was watching nervously. The king's actions would determine whether something happened, and many people didn't want that to happen.

Chakat II slowly lowered his gun.

The corners of the ambassador's pursed lips slowly relaxed. He knew that the surveillance cameras of the embassy and the cameras of the neighbors were aimed at this place. He bet right that this tough speech would increase his rating.

This Nico dare not.

They have long since dared not.

King Chakat tossed the rifle aside and drew the dagger from his waist.

The ambassador was stunned: "You..."

"Someone will come to you. Until then, live in fear."

The king held the dagger and dragged the blade on his face amid the screams of the ambassador, making **** cross marks, blood overflowing, and the wound was deep with bone.

This is a symbol in the Komoran culture as punishment for "traitors".

"Now tell me, will your country go to war on Comora for a cut on the ambassador's face, or take your scar as part of the price to appease me? Answer me, do they care?"

Lieutenant Colonel Weiley let go, and the king pushed hard, pushing the ambassador to the ground.

"Someone will come to you, it's not me, it's him."

He bent down and said softly, "Let's wait and see."

Then he turned and walked away.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, including the French. The guards and the doctor hurried over, and no one was going to pursue Lieutenant Colonel Verrey, who had gone with the king.

Leaving the French embassy, ​​Chakat II looked at the clear sky, peaceful as usual, he felt the shame, pain and sadness deep into his bones, the most painful thing in this world is not the murder of a friend, but the fact that you know who the murderer is , but there is no hope of revenge in this life.

He looked at the Chinese embassy, ​​where someone had already walked out with a solemn expression.

The king looked around, wiped the snot and tears from his face, and showed a smile that was even more ugly than crying: "Gentlemen, who can tell me how I should face his father?"

At this moment, the embassy's underground air-raid shelter and Kang Jinzhu's single room shone with black light.

Kant stepped out of nothingness.

Kang Jinzhu stood up immediately, looking very relieved.

"There are many more footsteps lingering in front of the door than usual. I suspect something happened, but I'm afraid I can't find out." Father said, "Did something happen?"

Kant smiled and said: "Super awesome, the French Rafale fighter jets, the American F16s and F35s, there are probably 20 or 30 Wuyangyangs combined, and they blew up the airport into a white field. Damn, it's all 9012. They even come to carpet bombing, which is sure to blow me up with Tacitus."

Kang Jinzhu was shocked and angry: "Fuck! This is too shameless."

"Basic operation, sit down."

Kant spread his hands and said with a smile: "But I'm fine, don't worry."

Kang Daddy looked at Kant and looked at him twice: "... still taking a lot of advantage?"

Kant asked curiously: "Hey, how did you see it?"

"Knowing son Moruofu." Kang Jinzhu said, "Is that ball in your hand? Is it still a good thing?"

"Yes, and more than that, there are windfalls."

The smile on Kant's face became more cheerful: "A very, very, very unexpected harvest..."

"What harvest?"

"This, can't be said, can't be said, it's a bit scary..."

"It's still sold out, let's talk!"

"Let's get down to business first."

Kant pressed his father back into the chair and said solemnly, "I'm going to disappear for a while."

Kang Jinzhu raised his eyebrows and said, "Huh?"

"I was bombed to death. Of course, I have to take the opportunity to attack the French people's bamboo poles. After the knock is good, I will show up again. Wouldn't it be a flashback to their old waist? It would also make them suspicious."

Kant smiled and said, "How about making a play for two days at most?"

Kang Daddy looked at him: "What are you going to do?"

Kant blinked: "Go find your wife."

"...Are you going to the second dimension?"

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PS1: 5,000-word chapter, let’s write another one.