Monster Factory

The cordon has been established for thirty metres.

A wire-controlled robot, bold soldiers, was placed 20 metres from the wreckage of a witch aircraft.

When the jamming device is turned on and the possibility of any remote signal entering is eliminated, the wired robot is very happy to proceed towards the wreckage of the aircraft.

The internal image of the wreckage is transmitted to the operator's instrument through a long line.

Commander Waddington, just stand behind the operator.

He could see the inside of a witch aircraft, shattering like an aerial crash just happened.

The deck of the cabin is heavily raised and deformed, the seat is broken, almost all the glazing of the starboard windows has been broken, the broken pipelines, hydraulic oil, coolant, antifreeze liquid, lubricant, etc., and oils of various colors are sprayed everywhere.

Everyone around the operating equipment, including Commander Wardington, stared wide and tried to find anything suspicious in the image.

Eventually not found.

Everything was normal in the image, and the detonator followed the damaged spot and went into the warehouse without detecting any abnormalities.

Commander Wardington relaxed a little inside and asked casually: "I hear this new generation of RC5 detonators is equipped with electrochemical sensors to analyze any traces of explosives present at the scene? ”

“Sir, this robot is indeed equipped with electrochemical sensors.” The operator stopped working, reporting that “all sensors are working, but there is too much volatile gas liquid in the ruins of the aircraft. Especially coolants with alcohol content, and very serious interference with the electrical sensors. ”

“So I can't guarantee 100% that the electrical sensor data is reliable. ”

It is certainly impossible for the operator to complete his remarks in front of the chief officer.

However, as a professional and experienced battlefield detonator, he had reduced to less than 20 per cent the likelihood of explosives in the wreckage of the aircraft, according to field analysis.

Any explosive can only work if it explodes.

Upon arrival at the camp, they deliberately bypassed the wreckage of the aircraft without any exploration of the wreckage.

Doing so avoids a timed explosion.

If the enemy does have explosives inside the wreckage, the most important thing to do is, of course, to have the perfect celestial flowers scattered the moment their personnel come into contact with the aircraft.

But the area around the canyon has been alerted and they cannot know when their personnel will be in contact. Not to mention, a full-frequency signal jammer was installed next to the wreckage and the enemy could not detonate it remotely.

The biggest possibility is a timed detonation.

This involves psychological comparison, the local personnel saw the most important task goal, can't wait to rush, or bear the curiosity, first control around the canyon?

If you control the scene first, when will it be explored?

The longer the timed detonation is set, the greater the uncertainty of the incident and the likelihood that explosives will be discovered. So it's set for an hour, sort of a golden time, more than three hours, and you can only pray to God.

They wait long enough at night for the foolish enemy not to set a time for a regular explosion.

Discharge the timed detonation, leaving only the smallest possibility.

- Touchdown.

The explosion occurs when someone touches the detonator line or some kind of pressure device.

This possibility is minimal because even the armed members of the Afghans are not foolish enough to use such means against the Yin American army.

When did the US Army reach the point where people approached a suspected bombing target with their bare hands?

What does the detonator eat? After the robot is checked, the next step is to get in the trailer with a large horsepower track. Without dragging this aircraft to the bottom of the sky, it is impossible for local personnel to get close to the scene.

Touchdown, what can I do besides scare you?

Even the armed members of the indigenous Afghans know something, and those mysteriously powerful enemies cannot be unaware.

So keep checking it out without risk.

Small detonation robot, traveling back and forth in the wreckage of the witch aircraft, long cable dragged behind it, under the skill of the operator, no embarrassment involving the obstacle has occurred.

“Reporting, sir, everything is fine, only the bottom of the vehicle, which the detonator cannot access, has not yet been inspected. ”

“But it only took 20 minutes for the enemy to leave the battlefield, and I don't think they have the capacity to carry the aircraft and plant explosives in such a short time. The robot just searched the scene and found no trace of the presence of the lifting machine. ”

Commander Wardington nodded and then asked, can the wreckage damage tell in what way the aircraft was damaged?

The operator certainly does not come to the conclusion, "This may require that the wreckage be shipped back to the base and detected with more professional trace detection equipment. ”

Commander Wardington gave the order, "De-alerting, but do not shut down the full frequency jammer. The trailer arrived in half an hour, during which no one was allowed to approach the wreckage of the aircraft for more than 10 metres. ”

“Yes!”

……

Even if the possibility of explosion has been ruled out.

Commander Waddington is still a battalion and doesn't want to take any risks.

For the time being, they have not determined how this aircraft was damaged.

It's probably the fastest way for the enemy to fly this thing halfway through the sky, then shut down the thrusters and let it fall. But now that people can't get close, everything is speculative.

The 30-metre alert range was lifted, and the strings strained in the hearts of the people at the scene were relaxed.

The detonators retrieved the robot, began to erect lights, and prepared to take photographs and archive all angles of the vehicle's wreckage.

Test personnel, start collecting materials to be inspected in the periphery.

Everything was in order, no one had crossed the 10-metre perimeter perimeter, much less touched the wreckage of the aircraft. This is to prevent that minimal possibility of a touchdown explosion. When the armoured trailer arrives, the remote control robot connects the drag cable and drags the wreckage of the aircraft over and over before they come forward.

A canyon beneath the night, brightly lit.

From time to time, there have been roaring sounds from warplanes in the sky, which is already the third warplanes to come to exercise vigilance.

The presence of full-band jammers in the canyon does not prevent them from communicating with the outside world. They set up a communication line outside the canyon, using communications equipment and transferring external contacts.

“Everything is fine in the airspace. ”

“Everything on the ground is fine. ”

“Electromagnetic signals are normal. ”

“Radar signals are normal. ”

All equipment personnel responsible for monitoring report to the camp every minute.

Commander Waddington, sitting in the town of Temporary Command, 50 metres from the wreckage of the aircraft, unlike the other technicians in the camp, was curious about the wreckage of the aircraft, always intentionally and unintentionally, close to the edge of the 10-metre cordon, and wanted to observe it more closely.

Commander Waddington prefers the technology inside to the look of it.

But it takes a long time for him to read it.

Commander Waddington is now working on how to write a written report that minimizes his responsibilities when he returns to the base.

For an unknown amount of time, different voices have been heard in the numbness monitoring reports.

“Armoured carriers arrive in the canyon and request access. ”

“Access is allowed.” Commander Waddington patted a thigh and stood up from the chair. When the armoured transport arrives and the wreckage is on its way, he can take a ride back to the base without having to dine here.

However.

Just as Commander Wardington took a step forward, there was a sudden chilling scream in the otherwise quiet comms.

“Ah ~ Firebird 9 has been attacked...”

The shattering scream stopped and there was a radio murmur in the communicator.

Commander Wardington's subconscious thought of rushing into the communications device just took off and felt something was wrong in his mind. The acute sensation developed over the years on the battlefield is a wild reminder that he cannot approach.

Commander Waddington's back was instantly sweaty and he took the biggest step towards the door.

Three steps later, Commander Wardington finally stormed out of the zero-hour camp set up by the tent.

Outside the camp, it was peaceful.

Soldiers leaned together on guard, and technicians surrounded themselves by the wreckage of the witch aircraft, taking photographs and leaving them behind, picking up small items of spare parts scattered outside the guard line.

“Enemy attack...”

Commander Waddington honked his hands and shouted in front of him with all his strength.

Unfortunately, no one can hear his warning.

Because at the moment Commander Wardington shouted.

In the valley beneath the night, a gleam of brilliance suddenly appeared.

Time seems to be stalling at this moment, only the light is moving.

Lights bloom from the wreckage center of the witch's aircraft, accompanied by shockwaves that spread more than ten times faster than sonic speed, a group of brighter white lights than the sun at night, spreading 30 meters away in less than a millisecond.

Heaven and Earth vibrated.

Four warplanes in the sky, three of them patrolling, were unable to make any action in time. The other one, the head is already facing down and starting to fall.

Four fighter pilots saw a lifetime of shock.

The canyon beneath the horizon, as if stuck in a sun. The kind that only brightens up pure white and illuminates the entire heavens and earth.

All those who are still alive, their minds have solidified.

Including Commander Waddington standing fifty meters away.

“Boom Lung -!! ”

Metallic liquids inside the plasma batteries were ignited by explosions, which splashed into the sky and incarnated into hundreds of millions of pure white rains descending from the sky.

Commander Wardington saw the last scene, which was a white rain, coming toward him.

As the bright white light that breaks through the sky fades away and the vibrations that echo throughout the canyon fade away, the canyon has become a flaming sea.

Two star commander Wardington, suddenly on the spot.

He was prepared to underestimate its power.