Super Trick or Treat System

Oden Smith is sometimes called Smith, and the incident he remembered can hardly remember the collapse of the fearless force of the army. It was Colonel Culver who dragged him out of the wreckage of the cabin. Colonel Culver and one of the pilots who regained consciousness. They carefully lowered the Smith to the ground, and then explored the rest of the ship.

When they came back their hands were red and empty. Captain Farrell and the rest of the crew are no longer units of the US Army Air Force. From now on, they will be just ominous names on the casualty list.

"Staring at her tail," the pilot said, staring at the sunken ship. "They only hit us once, and the left wing was crumpled like cardboard. I remember pulling her up from the tree in the end." He stared at the twisted metal block and the torn center of the wing. It stands upright, almost vertical, resting on its crushed tail.

"Funny," the pilot said in a flat, flat tone, which seemed to be the only sound since the last time he pulled the whip. "Damn it's funny-mainly we got it first."

"Come here!" Colonel Culver patted. "Let Smith extend a helping hand here; we must hug him. Don't speak loudly-those red demons will be here anytime."

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A week later, Missy was sitting in the governor's office, and he became more interested in his surroundings.

The governor said: "There is a detachment coming in from the south." "At least to some extent, we will listen to your advice. We are sending troops to the basin. If the top of that extinct crater is closed, they will explode it; then one The reconnaissance team is about to fall. Call it a detective, call it a suicide-one name is as good as another. Admiral Culver is here. But you know the land there; you might be helpful. How? "

"Are you asking me?" Smith asked.

He stood up, bent his arms, and grinned at Colonel Culver. "The hinges are all lubricated and working! As a colonel, as a captain, you are such a good person, first responder. I would say that! When do we start?"

This explains why not long after, Smithy was hidden under the grotesque disguise of a gas mask. He was one of fifty people. He was standing in a huge cinder pit on a mountaintop around Tongna, waiting for black open flowers. glue. basin.

late. The giant star hanging so low in the sky of the black desert should have been brilliant. They are now lost in the white light flowing upward. The crater is a fortress. The soldiers of the 49th Field Artillery surrounded the entire rim on the inside of the rough rock wall. The spectator drags the telephone line to a higher mountain, where they are as invisible as owls. Like owls, they stared at the hillside and the desert on the base, where the searchlight staff kept pointing their long fingers without moving anything.

But, as people in the crater know, the emptiness of the desert is misleading.

Hey started arriving the earliest morning. The blacksmith shop was the first to come in. When the first large automatic gyroscope transporter settled from the crater and raised again, another one had replaced it, and another replaced it.

The first crew member was a machine gun battalion, and Smith smiled with satisfaction, and their young captain effortlessly held them in place without losing the second one. Note that their guns were trained inward on the crater itself.

In that protective circle, other vehicles landed one by one: personnel, mobile artillery, ammunition boxes, large searchlights and more than a dozen engine generator sets. The final transport brought strange cargo-short aluminum struts with bolts and splicing plates, connecting them together: blocks, pulleys and pulleys; then at least 10 miles of steel alloy cable spools were wound.

From the last ship, they used lifting engines and various aluminum plates and strips. These aluminum plates and steel bars were bolted together by the waiting mechanic, and then magically grew into a simple but extremely strong elevator. , Can sit fifty people, crowded.

There is only one layer of bolted boards, with corner posts and diagonal braces, and a guardrail around the four sides, but for the first time Smith began to feel that he was actually descending. This is not all false, nor is it a futile gesture. He will stand on that platform. He will go down where he has been. then.... But what would happen after he knew he couldn't imagine.

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The small crane swings the first metal workpiece above the shaft. One end of the aluminum alloy assembly frame was dragged loosely on the ground; the other end was swayed out and protruded above the shaft, swayed, and only then had a direct and direct understanding of the enemy's existence. Although there was no visible end of the metal support rod touching it, it suddenly became white-hot, drooping, and then suddenly rushed into a burst of melted, dizzying drops of water, and fell straight into the pit.

"Very good," said Colonel Culver, who was standing next to Smith. "Now we know they are there, but that means we have to go down there wearing gas masks."

For Smith, it is not yet clear how the gas masks protect them from the deadly invisible rays. When the bomb slipped over the edge, he got a connection with his mind. The dull sound of the explosion quickly passed back to them.

"They blew that one up and hit it with heat rays," said a cheerful voice next to them. "But phosgene will continue to decline. Give them one more!"

This time interval is longer. "It's a dirty crack now," the cheerful voice said. "Give this time."

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When the bomb was released, a young man nearby tapped a stopwatch. He holds some printed tables in his hands. The strange receiver without wires was clamped to his ear. This dull voice has been a long time. The young man with a stopwatch announced: "Fifty thousand feet, sir."

"Give them again. Do it again." The second high-explosive bomb was released.

"Fifty thousand feet, sir."

"Okay. That's it. The last bomb knocked the devil out of any machine where they fell. Now we give them the real smell of gasoline. There are two green ones, guys. Put ten miles on the drum. Cable harness. Install the lifting frame in place."

But night fell, even though the searchlights outside the crater and floodlights inside made the night of horror disappear. Smith and Culver were beside him, climbing the elevator guardrail, and the cable car was waiting for the pit.

The gas mask covered his entire face. Through Yuanyuan's eyes, he looked at other people crowding him. Twenty people, armed with clumsy submachine guns, were weird and almost ridiculous. Others will follow up later. The searchlight is on the central tripod and a coil of wire.

The light pierced into life and turned around slowly. Then the platform vibrated and the cable spool began to unfold slowly. Beside him, Admiral Culver paid tribute to an officer outside on the gloomy ground. He raised his hand, but the edge of the pit had moved up quickly-there was nothing in front of him except the glass wall.

reconnaissance? suicide? One word is as good as another. But he was descending-where Dean Lee badly used to-where he was going to pay his debts.

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