Chapter 199
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Chapter 199: The Collapse of "Negotiations"
"Who’s there? Step out!"
Hearing footsteps, the special forces soldier at the alley entrance raised his gun and shouted, keeping a high level of alert without revealing himself.
“It’s me, ‘Dragon Knight’!”
Lin Mo’s voice came from the alleyway. The terrain here was quite complicated, and he had taken a small detour before finding this alley.
He laid his gun on the ground, raised his hands to show he posed no threat, and walked into the alley.
The special forces relaxed and exchanged nervous glances, waving him in.
“Are you alright?”
Captain Zor rushed over, scanning Lin Mo from head to toe. Finally, everyone was accounted for, and the tension in his heart finally eased; this was even more exhausting than being on the battlefield.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine, really, not hurt at all!” Lin Mo replied, pointing to his surroundings. “There, there, and over there—oh, and in another parallel alley, I took down a few guys. Let me count… one, two… oh right, eight in total. Including the guide and the driver, I killed a total of eight and left two alive; they didn’t escape.”
This guy! He says it so lightly!
Captain Zor felt a chill running down his back. How did this “Dragon Knight” manage to pull this off? He surveyed the terrain beforehand, and not only did he turn the situation around in this deadlock, but he also wiped out the entire enemy—it was truly frightening!
But now wasn’t the time for questions; they needed to move the Chinese pilots quickly. This place was too dangerous.
Ten minutes later, two Mi-17 helicopters appeared overhead. Special forces soldiers jumped down, quickly setting up a perimeter, and nearby Pakistani police arrived to assist the special forces in sealing off a five-kilometer radius.
“Alright, let’s hurry; someone will take over here soon,” Captain Zor said as an update came through his walkie-talkie.
“Meat Sauce” and Lin Mo, now escorted by nearly fifty Pakistani special forces, left the alley and boarded a bus, this time driven by a special forces member.
This was quite an adventure, thrilling and dangerous. The Chinese pilots never expected to engage in a ground battle during their trip to Pakistan. However, their afternoon plans for shopping and visiting Sikh Fort were completely ruined. At such a sensitive time, continuing with their original schedule felt reckless. No one could guarantee that unexpected events wouldn’t occur, and none would want to bear that responsibility.
As the bus started again, surrounded by more military vehicles and escorted by armed helicopters, they left this dangerous place.
The bus TV continued broadcasting news from GEO TV, but the content left Lin Mo and the others shocked.
During the time they had disembarked, the peace agreement scheduled to be signed had suddenly collapsed when the Indians, at the last moment before signing, reneged and proposed new demands, obliterating the previously friendly atmosphere.
The broadcast showed protesters across Pakistan, accusing the Indians of being inconsistent and untrustworthy; more radical voices even shouted for a holy war against India, calling for the expulsion of Indians from Kashmir.
The peace talks had changed like the face of a child; the news left the Chinese pilots utterly speechless.
On-air, GEO TV host Asan faced the camera, passionately stating, “Brothers and sisters in Pakistan, the Indians’ untrustworthiness will draw the Almighty’s wrath. We Pakistanis are not afraid of war.”
Just then, a grim-faced Pakistani representative, Asad Viyeri Khan, was surrounded by eager reporters. A quick-witted journalist shouted, “What are your thoughts on the breakdown of this negotiation?”
Several microphones were thrust in front of Asad Viyeri Khan.
“I express my deep regret. Although I have a very good personal relationship with the Indian representative, Mr. Tuwaru, we did not expect this to happen. After all, negotiations don’t just represent our personal views. We Pakistanis come with significant sincerity, seeking peace and happiness for the people of both India and Pakistan. We are willing to be good neighbors and friends with India, but this world is full of surprises. Our government will file a protest with India and continue to strive for a ceasefire agreement. Alright, everyone, let us wait and see!"
Although Asad Viyeri Khan spoke these bureaucratic lines without showing any emotion, the perceptive reporters noticed deeper implications in his words, leading them to ponder whether this was a stance from Pakistan or a signal.
When the reporters wanted to ask more questions, the bodyguards of the Pakistani representative suddenly exerted force, pushing the reporters aside as they escorted the representatives away.
On the other side, the Indian representatives didn’t even give the reporters a chance to ask questions and left directly by helicopter from behind the tent.
What had started with so much hope and expectation for the ceasefire agreement ultimately turned into a farce, likely beyond the wildest expectations of many.
“What are the Indians playing at, signing one moment and reneging the next?”
Sitting in the soft, spacious bus seat, the Old Russian known as “Caviar” fidgeted and complained loudly.
After receiving a scare, the "Gate God" drank water from a bottle and said, "These Indians really deserve a beating!"
"I agree, I agree! They weren’t hit nearly hard enough. We need to hit them harder! ‘Gate God,’ next time let’s go in an armed helicopter and hit them well. Don’t let the ‘Azrael’ squad steal all the glory; we need to rack up some achievements too."
"Sounds good! ‘Earth,’ let’s do it!" The "Gate God" nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at grains.
"I mean, how coincidental is this? We’re out on a trip, they sign a ceasefire agreement; we get attacked, and they turn on us. Doesn’t it feel a bit sinister to you?"
"Wild Chicken" stroked the stubble on his chin, glad that his junior brother was sharp enough. He almost lost his life today, and with all this anger bottled up inside him, seeing the Indians’ untrustworthiness immediately made him direct his fury at them.
"I think it’s pretty coincidental too. Why did they come at just this moment? If we had all been wiped out, can you imagine what would have happened next? Who would benefit the most?"
"Snow Fox," with rich battle experience, naturally thought deeper. His words made everyone in the bus shudder, their eyes revealing complex emotions.
"It’s really despicable; it might really be these scoundrels behind it!" "Meat Sauce," "Wild Chicken," and "Night Hawk" almost shouted in unison.
It had to be so. The Indians must have realized the air force was suffering significant losses, primarily due to the participation of Chinese volunteer pilots. Otherwise, given the equal fighting power of both countries’ pilots, how could the defeat be so catastrophic?
If the Chinese volunteer pilots had all been wiped out, the Pakistani Air Force would be back at square one, not gaining any advantage over the Indians. With India’s superior aviation industry and air force capabilities, losing air superiority was only a matter of time.
These people dared to lay hands on Chinese pilots, and even though they were military volunteers with deep connections to the Chinese military, it would incite the wrath of the Chinese military.
This likely wasn’t just advantageous for the Indians; perhaps they would end up taking the blame for it.
The bus was filled with the sound of air conditioning. Though they couldn’t understand who had set this trap, they all realized this was obviously part of a chain of schemes, igniting a more significant conflict through the deaths of the Chinese pilots. As the parties involved, they could faintly see the subtlety and viciousness of the maneuvers at play.
Thank goodness, nobody expected a hidden variable. Lin Mo, that terrifying guy, had not only discovered the trap but single-handedly toppled all the bandits, causing the entire plan to collapse. There might even be a series of aftershocks, but that was far better than having all the pilots shot down in some unknown alley.
"God knows, this war isn’t over!" For Lin Mo, rescuing his comrades seemed like a trivial matter, yet he felt pricked by thorns in his back, developing a deadly resolve against the unknown forces that set the deadly trap.
"If we’re going to fight, let’s hit the Indians where it hurts! The war isn’t over; we need to teach them a harsh lesson!" "Meat Sauce" waved his fist, reiterating that with the talks broken down, just like the Pakistani representative said, they would continue to "work" for the ceasefire agreement.
Of course, their tactics wouldn’t be mere talk but would involve cannons and missiles, making the Indians submit, whether they liked it or not.
At this moment, none of the pilots had any desire to relax; instead, they brimmed with fighting spirit. As soon as they returned to Peshawar Air Force Base, they would jointly request to fight from the "Persian Cat" command center.
Chinese people generally don’t hold grudges. If there is a grudge, they usually repay it immediately.
Against the Indians, Chinese people wouldn’t need to swallow their anger; if they fought, they would fight, undeterred.
The incident where the Chinese pilots almost fell prey to a trap infuriated both the Pakistani and Chinese military. That very night, Peshawar was under military curfew, and regular troops swept through the city, gunfire and explosions ringing out all night.
Naturally, many minor fish were caught in the net.
During war, all kinds of schemes emerged endlessly. Last time, they worried about China’s reaction and only used mild poison, which rendered the pilots at Peshawar Air Force Base battle-ineffective.
This time, however, they took it too far, indicating that the other side disregarded China’s anger and sought to inflict serious harm.
Though they couldn’t comprehend what kind of force orchestrated these actions, both China and Pakistan would not easily back down. If they had the capability, they would meet on the battlefield. Such underhanded trickery was the most despised.
