Battlefield Contractor

The Cheyenne Mountain military base, the huge tunnel entrance, is heavily guarded. The soldiers at the checkpoint were armed with live ammunition. The outermost was a wire fence with three layers of checkpoints inside. Two American soldiers walking around holding m4 carbines. It is still early, and no one will come.

They had long been accustomed to this patrol rhythm and talked to each other in low voices.

"Hey, you know what, man, this place used to deceive me so hard." An American soldier smiled.

"What?" the other soldier frowned.

"Because of this place, I really believed in the existence of Santa Claus." The American soldier jokingly said.

Because the North American Air Defense Command has a tradition that has continued for more than half a century. They have a special task of "tracking Santa" every Christmas. This has almost become an American custom.

The North American Air Defense Command’s virtual operation originated from a small act of doing wrong. Probably in 1955, a local newspaper mistakenly printed the phone number of Santa Claus in a commercial advertisement as the number of the US Continental Air Defense Command. As a result, the personnel on duty of the headquarters received many calls from children on Christmas Eve that year.

At that time, the commander was amused, and couldn't bear to disappoint the children, so he ordered the wrong one, soothed and promised the children on the phone that Santa Claus was on the journey of handing out gifts. This command was merged into the North American Air Defense Command 3 years later, and this "white lie" tradition continues to this day. With the advancement of technology, the way to "track" actions has expanded from the telephone to the Internet and mobile terminals.

The North American Air Defense Command even launched a "Tracking Santa" website. The website is available in 8 languages: English, German, French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Japanese and Chinese. In addition, multiple language volunteers and translators will also be responsible for answering and answering inquiries from all over the world. It is said that these volunteers answered more than 100,000 calls and responded to more than 8,000 e-mails in a day. It is also a kind of American humor.

Therefore, the American soldiers serving here often make fun of this incident. When two American soldiers were bored, someone came in front. Two American soldiers walked over immediately, reached out their hands to stop them, "Stop, please show your ID."

These people seemed to be cadets and faculty members of the Air Force Academy. Crazy Horse was headed by him. He took out his credentials, "Air Force Academy, we have a research project that needs to transfer some materials from the air defense command center."

"Is there an appointment?" one of the U.S. soldiers asked casually, but he looked at the two beautiful students behind Crazy Horse and couldn't help saying, "We need to check."

"Please hurry up," Crazy Horse nodded, "There should be a list of our appointments on the online record."

"Okay, let me check." The US military tapped the computer again and again, and the other US military used equipment to check whether they had wireless communication devices as usual.

"Uh, I found it. Didn't you bring any mobile phones or the like? If so, I can save it for you first and return it to you when you come out." The US military looked at the computer and looked at the checkpoint window. Poke his head.

"No, we know the rules." Crazy Horse nodded

"Well, a few, you can go there." The U.S. soldier nodded and said, "Take your credentials and go over there."

"Thank you handsome guy." Crystal smiled slightly and turned away with Yelena.

The two U.S. soldiers couldn't help but want to whistle, "It's a pity that they didn't bring their mobile phones, otherwise I would know their numbers."

"Hey, man, did you hear that? She thinks I'm handsome. I bet maybe I can ask her." The American soldier whispered.

"Come on, I bet she likes me." Another American soldier smiled and shook his head. "Forget it, don't say it, someone is here again."

A military jeep parked outside, and the major officer walked in. He looked a little thin and his eyes seemed to have scars.

The American soldier saluted, "Sir, please show your credentials."

The major officer raised his hand in a very standard gesture in return, and said solemnly, "From the Ministry of National Defense, this is a certificate."

The soldier looked at Jiang Jian and whispered, "Sir, we have found your appointment. However, we have to check the box in your hand as required."

The major nodded, and opened the box in person, which contained some paper documents. "You can check, but you don't have the authority to know the contents of the file." The officer raised his hand to prevent the soldier from looking through it, and slowly said, "Is my information found? Can I go in?"

"Of course, Major Locke." The soldier nodded and handed him the ID card in his hand.

The major turned his face somewhat indifferently, and walked towards the checkpoint inside with the box.

"Hey, I bet that man came down from the battlefield, do you see the scar on the corner of his eye?" The US military whispered to his companion.

"Maybe, fortunately, we don’t have to go to the front. I don’t want to go to **** Iraq, Afghanistan, or other damned places. Listen, man, it’s not that I am afraid of death. It’s just that I’ve seen some of them come back from the battlefield, and they look It's almost the same as the officer just now. They looked at people with cold eyes, and God knows what terrible things they encountered there." Another soldier whispered.

The officer with scars on his eyes walked far away with a slight smile on his mouth. He was Jiang An.

"Hey, what's the matter, there are still a lot of people here today." The American soldier said with emotion, because another car came over. But this time it was not a beautiful student or an officer of the Ministry of National Defense, but two soldiers, a sergeant and a second-class soldier. Look at their armband should be the logistics maintenance department of the 721 unit.

"Hey buddy, when did you go out, how come I haven't recorded it here." The US military frowned.

Lin Rui shook his head and said, "We are not going out, we are just repairing the lines nearby. In addition, we need to replace a batch of damaged monitoring equipment." He and Sandro walked over with heavy tool kits.

"Hey, they have a record, I found it. They belong to the maintenance department, yes." Another US soldier found the information on the computer. Then another soldier walked over for a routine inspection.

"Okay, take your detector away. We are full of tools. Your detector has to be called for a long time." Lin Rui opened the tool bag in cooperation.

"What is this?" A soldier picked up a small camera.

"These are the parts for camera monitoring in several areas nearby. Don't get rid of them. These are all numbered. We must recycle them according to the rules." Lin Rui shook his head.

"Well, no problem, guys, go there for the check." The soldier checked roughly and waved to the checkpoint behind him. Lin Rui and Sandro started walking inside.