Chapter 268
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Chapter 268: The Miracle of the Almighty
Fighter planes, the Silver Devil, armored vehicles—there was a frenzy of activity, almost surreal!
“That, that Gem Valley…” Mude took off his navy blue cap, staring in disbelief as if in a dream. No matter where you looked, these seven hundred armed militants were a formidable force, yet in just two days, they had completely disappeared without a trace. This was truly an unbelievable turn of events.
They had completely lost the ability to claim ownership of this alluring valley.
“Don’t think about it; this place is no longer for us to touch,” Lawrence said, rolling his eyes as he urged the driver to speed up. With fighter jets in action, unless a national power intervened, smaller organizations had no chance of stepping in here.
…
Sally, village chief Mude Zariyev, mercenary leader Abik, and most others stood wide-eyed, witnessing this dramatic turnaround firsthand.
Just five minutes ago, they were on the brink of collapse. The heavy casualties had left them nearly powerless to hold their ground. Even with Lin Mo’s P-51 Mustang distracting the enemy, the militants had shown little concern for the losses inflicted by that old World War II propeller fighter.
But in the blink of an eye, these crazed militants fell like wheat before a harvest, swallowed up by fireballs and smoke, with only a few managing to escape with their lives. It was as if they suddenly regained clarity and scattered like birds and beasts, completely retreating.
All of this was brought forth by “Knight’s” P-51 Mustang, accompanied by three jet fighters, unleashing an unimaginable barrage. Their firepower was as devastating as an earthquake, leaving chaos and carnage in their wake—blood and flesh scattered everywhere, with corpses strewn across the ground.
The power of modern aerial weapons had reached its pinnacle, far surpassing anything the World War II fighters could ever offer.
In front of the mountain pass to Gem Valley, silence hung heavily, broken only by the occasional faint groan of the dying.
The joint forces of the “Taliban,” “Jamaat al-Tableeg,” “Holy War Army,” and “World Uyghur Congress” had vanished right there at the mountain pass; something that had seemed impossible unfolded before their eyes.
Gem Valley had truly been defended!
At the last moment, a miracle occurred!
Blessings from Allah!
“Praise be to Allah!”
At the defensive position at the mountain pass, regardless of age or injury, everyone exhausted their strength, roaring like a tsunami of voices rising and falling.
All were behind cover, crawling out of the trenches and praying in unison.
The three jet fighters circled tightly around the P-51 Mustang in the sky, seeming to showcase their power to turn the tide.
Even the slowest person could grasp the situation; they were clearly aligned with the “Knight,” possessing genuine jet fighters. What immense power must be behind that? The locals, having lived in Afghanistan for so long, couldn’t recognize the planes as Chinese; to them, the notion of government felt very distant.
What “Taliban”?
What “Jamaat al-Tableeg”?
What “Holy War Army”?
What “World Uyghur Congress”?
All mere jokes!
The Pashtuns and mercenaries viewed Lin Mo as a fighter from some organization, and not a low-ranking one at that. What had happened today only reinforced this belief, with the three fighter planes coming to their aid—a truly luxurious lineup.
Suddenly recalling something, Sally fixed her gaze on the P-51 Mustang still circling in the sky, her face frozen in a mix of devotion and joy. Without caring for the hot AK-47 she had just set down, she ran towards mercenary leader Abik, nearly snatching the walkie-talkie from him.
Nearby, a radio relay had been set up; Abik’s walkie-talkie could directly contact Lin Mo’s P-51.
“Mr. Knight!”
As one of the few Pashtuns able to speak English, especially as a woman, Sally’s voice trembled with urgency.
Even Abik, standing aside, could hear the deep sense of desperation in her voice, stepping back a good dozen paces and waving for everyone else to disperse.
The mercenaries and strong young Pashtuns silently organized the battlefield, not making a sound as they even used their Pashtun curved blades to assist the few remaining enemies who were still breathing.
“What’s wrong, Sally?!” Lin Mo’s voice remained calm and composed, as always, in this non-combat situation.
“Are you leaving?”
With aircraft ready to transport them and their teammates arriving, it indicated that Lin Mo’s departure was approaching.
“Yes, I’ve waited long enough for the fuel to be replenished. It’s time for me to head back; I’ve been out too long.”
The P-51 Mustang flew towards Gem Valley, getting lower and lower in altitude.
Tears welled up in Sally’s eyes as she thrust the walkie-talkie into mercenary leader Abik’s arms, rushing towards the mountain pass despite the bullet-riddled defensive area.
The former village chief of Mica Village gestured toward the mountain pass, and a young Pashtun rider immediately dismounted, offering his horse to Sally as she ran closer.
“Thank you!” Sally exclaimed, grabbing the reins and leaping onto the horse, urging it towards the landing site of the P-51 Mustang.
In the sky, fiery red clouds set against the sunset glimmered as an old propeller fighter slowly lowered its landing gear. Below, a pure black steed carried a young Pashtun girl who closely followed in pursuit, both moving toward a shared destination in the evening light.
Two "horses," one in the sky and one on the ground, represented the brilliance of human technology in machine bodies and the innate elegance of nature, painting an astonishing picture.
Outside the mountain pass, the soldiers of the fourth squad, led by squad leader Zhang Zhenyu, approached slowly with their weapons lowered.
Mercenary leader Abik had just received news from Lin Mo, understanding that these people were friends of Mr. Knight, who had also lent their support during the recent battle, as evidenced by the sudden fierce firepower that had swept away the retreating enemy.
These individuals were warriors of the same organization as Mr. Knight, and Abik and his team dared not show any signs of complacency.
“Esteemed guests from afar, Gem Valley warmly welcomes you.”
He and several village chiefs stepped forward, offering the most honorable greeting.
“No need for formality. We are only here for that guy, just making a brief stop before we head out, so you don’t have to worry.”
Squad leader Zhang Zhenyu had received word from pilot Azure Wolf that their communication devices were too advanced to be compatible with Lin Mo’s homemade equipment. They could only use the J-10B, which had broader compatibility thanks to its electronic pods, to relay messages.
Now that Lin Mo had been located and the mission completed, they could notify the base to send a transport helicopter to pick them up.
Zhang Zhenyu’s kind gesture eased the last remnants of wariness among the Pashtuns, leading to a warm welcome.
“We Pashtuns are the most hospitable; please come into the valley to rest and celebrate our victory tonight.”
Now that the biggest threat had been completely eliminated, the Pashtuns’ spirit of hospitality surged again. Friends of the Knight were their friends, and these were elite warriors, every soldier exuding an unmatched aura that profoundly impacted them.
From the moment the fourth squad fired the first shot at the armed militants, they stood on the same front as the people of Gem Valley. With Lin Mo’s support, the Pashtuns and mercenaries welcomed these well-equipped strangers as honored guests.
With fighter planes and such elite soldiers in their midst, the opposing forces wouldn’t even bat an eye at their little valley.
Even if there were ill intentions, there would be no need to send others; just Mr. Knight alone could easily wipe them all out, or the three fighter planes could return for another round of bombardment to effortlessly claim this valley.
Perhaps this paradise would be greatly appealing to various factions amid the chaos in Afghanistan and to civilians suffering from the war, but for some extraordinarily powerful organizations, it wouldn’t even be worth a glance.
Their limited experiences made it hard for the Pashtuns and mercenaries to imagine just how powerful the organization behind these people was—even Americans might not measure up.
Of course, the outcome of a showdown between "King of Soldiers" from China and American soldiers was predictable. The perceptions they held and what they saw were far removed from reality.
As the P-51 Mustang landed, Lin Mo began to lift the fuel barrel and pump to refuel. He planned to fly the Mustang back home, but the three J-10Bs above couldn’t linger for too long, so he had to refuel quickly and depart immediately.
Items left behind, like armor and personal effects, would be handed to squad leader Zhang Zhenyu to take back home. As for the Lapis Lazuli mine here, there was no rush to liquidate it; they had plenty of time for gradual development.
Just imagine, an ace fighter from World War II entering the borders, catching the attention of domestic radar and peers—how ostentatious and showy that would be! For an aerial knight who had just lost his seat, this was a small way to regain some face.
“Mr. Knight!”
A Pashtun girl with the scent of youth dashed into Lin Mo’s embrace.
The noble Dragon Knight could only smile wryly, unable to strike or scold her. Although he held some affection for this Pashtun girl, he couldn’t possibly stay here and become her husband, especially having known her for less than a month.
Yet, if he hardened his heart to refuse her, Lin Mo knew that the gentle but strong-willed girl wouldn’t be able to handle the blow and might consider ending everything.
What words could he use to comfort this soft yet strong Pashtun girl?
