where the prelude meets November Storm Camille, possibly the most powerful hurricane ever recorded, or the biggest cyclone, completely destroyed the oil rig.Kelly thought as he strapped on the compressed air bottle for his final dive into the Gulf of Mexico.The upper structure of the oil platform has been completely destroyed, and the four huge tripods have also been severely damaged, twisted like a toy broken by a giant child.All parts that can be safely removed have been welded away and moved by crane to the barge that serves as a diving base. All that remains is a skeleton-like gantry.It will soon become a paradise for local anglers.Kelly thought so as he stepped into the motorboat and into the dive area.There were two other divers in his group and he was the leader.On the way, they reviewed the inspection procedures. At the same time, a lifeboat patrolled nervously around to prevent local fishermen from approaching.It is not wise for fishermen to enter this sea area at this time, because fishing here may be fruitless in the next few hours.But this kind of thing inevitably attracts the curious to watch.And it was a big show, Kelly thought, with a satisfied smile on his face, and he left the launch and dived back into the water.

The water was, as usual, eerie, yet comforting.The sunlight bounced and flickered on the rippling sea surface, refracting colorful light curtains, swaying around their bodies and between the platform legs, providing good visibility for underwater operations. C4 explosives are already in place.Each piece is six inches square and three inches high, tightly bound with wire to a steel post, and fuzed so that when it explodes, it will exert force mainly inward rather than in all directions.Kelly deliberately inspected each box of explosives.They started with the first row, ten feet from the bottom of the tripod, and went through it quickly because Kelly didn't want to be there too long, and so did the other two divers.They followed Kelly to lay the detonating cord and tie it to the explosives.The two divers are locals, have extensive experience in underwater operations, and, like Kelly, were members of the underwater demolition brigade.They divide responsibilities and check each other, because carefulness and meticulousness are the professional characteristics of their line of work.It took them only twenty minutes to complete the work of the first row, and then slowly floated to the upper row.The top row of charges was also exactly ten feet above the water.Carefully, they carried out the same work.When dealing with explosives, you must not be careless or take chances.

Robin.Colonel Zacharias was contemplating the task in hand.After the next ridge, there is an SA|2 missile site.Three missiles had been fired from the position, and they were searching for the fighter-bombers he was trying to protect.On the back seat of the colonel's F｜105G Lei Chang wild weasel anti-aircraft suppression fighter, sitting Jack.Lieutenant Colonel Tate.Nicknamed Bear, he was an expert in suppressing enemy air defenses.The two are now practicing the antiaircraft suppression doctrine they helped develop.I saw Robin driving the Wild Weasel (Annotation: The U.S. Air Force refers to the fighter that specializes in anti-air defense or air defense suppression missions as the Wild Weasel), and placed it within the scanning range of the enemy's radar, trying to lure the position to launch missiles , and then quickly dived and flew low, dodged the missiles, and approached the position.This is a deadly game.But it is not a game between the hunter and the prey, but a contest between the hunter and the hunter.The base had given Colonel Robin's flying group a hard time.Its commander is a master of radar control, knows when to turn on and when to turn off, and the timing is just right.No matter what the name of this little bastard, in the last week, he has shot down two of Robin's Weasel fighters.So when the order to bomb the missile base was issued again, the colonel immediately decided to carry out the mission himself.Researching, penetrating and destroying anti-aircraft installations is his specialty.In this expansive, blazing-fast three-dimensional game, the reward for victory is survival.

His plane roared low, not more than five hundred feet above the ground.He manipulated the joystick with his fingers freely, fixed his eyes on the hill ahead, and listened to the conversation from the back seat. The enemy appeared at our nine o'clock position, Robin, Jack said to Zacharias: still searching, but the other party can't find us.Circling and approaching. Zacharias thought: No more morah missiles this time, they tried it last time and the other side got it tricked.That mistake cost Robin a major, a captain, and an airplane, Al.Damn Wallis, old friend from Salt Lake City!He dismisses these thoughts from his mind without even feeling guilty for his foul language.

Give him a little more sweetness.Zacharias pulled up the joystick while speaking, and the plane immediately rose, entered the scanning range of the base radar, and hovered there, waiting.Base commanders may have been trained by Russia.People don't know how many planes this guy has shot down, but it's a lot, and he must be very proud of it.However, arrogance is an Achilles' heel in this business. Launched Robin, two of them.Tate sounded the warning from the backseat. Only two?Robin asked. Maybe he is afraid of spending money and is reluctant to spend more.Tate sarcastically said: The target appears at the nine o'clock position, Lao Luo, it's time for some flying stunts.

Like this?Zacharias quickly turned left in order to monitor the missile, and made a broken S action in front of the oncoming missile.Robin designed this maneuver very cleverly, and the plane immediately hid behind the ridge.Although the altitude of the plane was too low and dangerous, the anti-aircraft missiles of the SA | Three bases lost their target and galloped away at an altitude of 4,000 feet above Robin's head. I think it's about time.Tate said. Yes, it's time.Zacharias pulled the plane hard to the left while targeting the area for the cluster bomb. F｜105 skimmed the ridge and dived down again. At the same time, Robin visually scanned the ridge ahead, six miles away, and the flight took about fifty-five seconds.

The enemy radar was still on, and Tate reported: He knew we were approaching. But he only had one missile left.Unless his loader is really crazy today.However, we won't let them do whatever they want. A bright spot appears at ten o'clock.It was too far away to think about it, but it did remind him in what direction to fly.Ahead is a plateau. Maybe they could see him, maybe they couldn't?Maybe he was just an erratic signal on the rambling radar screen, the origin of which the radar man hadn't figured out yet.The plane flew at low altitude at an unprecedented high speed, and the high-altitude bullying flight just now was very effective.The other party may still be watching upwards.Now there's a wall of radio jamming, part of Robin's plan for Weasel.Generally, American tactics only use medium flight altitudes and large-angle dives.They've tried that method twice and failed.So Zacharias decided to change tactics.Instead, fly low, bomb the target with Stoneeye cluster bombs, and have another aircraft do the rest of the mission.His task is to destroy the base command post and eliminate the commander inside.He pitched the plane up and down, dodged side to side, and avoided giving the ground any favorable shooting opportunities.When taking on surface-to-air missiles, you'll also have to avoid getting hit by ground-based artillery fire.

A star-shaped building was discovered.cried Robin.The SA | Six Missiles manual, written in Russian, calls for six launch pads to be placed around the fire control center.With all the connecting channels, this standard wire missile position looks like a Jewish hexagram Star of David.Colonel Robin thought it a little sacrilegious.As he aimed the bombsight at the base's command post, the thought flashed through his mind. Choose Stoneeye Bomb, he said aloud, confirming to himself the action to be taken.In the last ten seconds, he controlled the shaking of the plane.Aim and set! Four air-decelerating cluster bombs ejected from the plane's pylons and exploded in midair, sending thousands of smaller bombs down on the base below.Before the bullet landed and exploded, he was far away from the base and could not witness the crowd below rushing to the shelter tunnel.But he kept flying low, then made a sharp left turn, looking up to see if he had hit the target.Three miles away, he could see that the center of the star structure was enveloped in a thick cloud of smoke.

It was for Al, Robin thought.It's not the thrill of victory, it's just a thought.He maintained a level flight, picked a suitable position and wanted to fly away from the area.The area can now be attacked, the anti-aircraft missile base has been dismantled.He chose a notch in the ridge and flew towards it at transonic speed.With the danger behind him, he began to fly straight and level.Going home for Christmas. Robin was taken aback by the red tracker flying out of the small pass.He hadn't expected them to be here.The trackers were unbiased and shot straight at his plane.He immediately rose to dodge.The gunner figured he would, so the fuselage passed right through the stream of fire.Suddenly, the plane vibrated violently, and good luck turned to bad luck.

Robin!Voices came from the intercom, but were quickly drowned out by the wailing sirens.Suddenly, Zacharias realized with despair that the plane was doomed.Before he could react, the situation deteriorated further, the engine caught fire and then stopped, and the plane began to shake from side to side, telling him that the control system had failed.His reaction was almost a reflex, shouting to jump, and a gasp from the backseat made him glance back as he yanked the ejection handle, despite the futility of the move.He saw Jack.Tate's last look was blood red, and immediately after, he felt a pain in his back that he had never felt before.

OK, let's start.After Kelly finished speaking, he fired a flare.Another small boat started dumping small dynamite packets into the sea to drive the fish out of the area.He stood there, watching for about five minutes, then looked up at the security guard. Clearance is complete. The embrasures were fired.Kelly said, repeating the words three times at the same time.Then he twisted the handle of the detonator.The result was satisfactory. When the platform tripod was uprooted, the surrounding water was almost completely dissolved into air bubbles.The platform toppled down slowly, the entire structure fell in one direction, and the platform hit the water surface, making a huge splash.For a moment, the heavy steel sheet seemed to be floating on the sea.Of course that is impossible.The massive steel girder quickly sank into the water and fell to the bottom of the sea.Another job done. Kelly unplugged the cables from the generator and piled them aside. Two weeks early, I think you guys do want that bonus.said the manager.He's a retired Navy pilot and he likes to see a job done quickly and well, without the oil floating around.Dutch speaks well of you. The General is a good man, and he's done a lot of good for Tissy and me. Ah, we flew together for two years.He's an excellent pilot and it's good to see that he lives up to his opinion of you.The manager enjoys working with people who have gone through similar experiences, but he may have forgotten all about the horrific battle.what is that?I've been meaning to ask you.he asked, pointing to the tattoo on Kelly's arm.It was a red seal, sitting with its tail fins up and its mouth wide open. The habit of the unit I used to stay in.Kelly offered a sweeping explanation. What unit is it? can not say.Kelly smiled, but didn't answer. I bet it must be related to the incident of rescuing Da Qi's young master, but it's worth noting.As a former naval officer, he must abide by the rules of confidentiality.Well, Mr. Kelly, the inspection is your responsibility, and it should be done by Friday.I'll radio your wife and tell her to come pick you up in a car. Tissy.Kelly looks at her radiant image in the mirror in one of the women's fitting rooms at the White Crane store.Not yet three months old, and she can wear whatever she wants.Time was too short to buy anything special, but she was free now to see what was available.She thanked the salesman and decided to bring John in for the evening and ask him to pick out some clothes for her, because he liked to do that.Now it's time to drive to pick him up.The Plymouth car they had brought from Maryland was parked outside.She was already familiar with the streets of this coastal town.It was certainly a good respite for her to come to this bay, where the weather was mostly bright summer, from their rainy autumn home.She pulled the car out onto the street and headed south, toward the vast living quarters of the oil company.Her journey was smooth, even the traffic lights were helpful, and the green lights turned on in time at every intersection, and she hardly needed to step on the brakes. The traffic light turned red again, and the truck driver couldn't help frowning.He was late and a little too fast, but the end of the six hundred miles from Oklahoma was in sight.He stepped on the clutch and brake pedals with his feet, but to his surprise, both had failed, and the car was still running at full speed.There was no vehicle ahead of the road, so he continued straight ahead, slowing down as much as possible while honking his horn desperately.Oh God, God, please don't She didn't see the truck coming at all, she didn't turn her head to look at the side of the road.The truck seemed to jump out of the intersection.At that moment, the driver vaguely saw the silhouette of a young woman flashing under his big car, and then there was a loud noise, and with violent vibrations and bumps, the front wheels of the truck rolled over the small car. There is nothing worse than feeling nothing.Helen was her friend, and Helen was dying.Pam knew she was supposed to feel something, but she couldn't.Her body was bound, but the voices of Billy and Rick could still be heard.Breathing continues.Although her mouth could not move, the voice was the groan of a woman on the verge of death, but death had to pay first.Rick, Billy, Bert and Henry are packing up.She wanted to tell herself that she was indeed in another place, but the terrible choking sound kept bringing her gaze and perception back to the present reality.Helen's situation is bad.She would try to escape, but they caught her back.This point they have warned them more than once, and the current situation also illustrates this point to some extent, Henry said, they will never forget.Pam touched her broken rib with her hand, remembering the lesson she had learned.Helen's eyes were on her face, but she felt helpless, there was nothing she could do.She tried to express sympathy with her eyes, which was the only thing she could do at the moment.After a while, Helen stopped breathing, became silent, and everything was over.Now Pam could close her eyes and think about when it would be her turn. This group of people felt that the things in front of them were a little ridiculous.They strapped the American pilot outside their sandbag fortification so he could see the anti-aircraft guns that shot him down.However, what their captives were doing was not so funny, and they had vented their displeasure with punches and kicks.They also got another man's body, and placed it beside him, gloating at the look of anguish and despair on his face when he saw his companion.The intelligence officer from Hanoi had arrived at the scene at this time, checked the name of the person against the list he brought, and read the name again with his head bowed.The gunners believed that the current problem was a bit special judging from the response of the intelligence officer and the urgency of the call he had just made.The captured prisoner of war fainted because of the pain. The intelligence officer wiped some blood from the dead body and painted it on the face of the living man, and then took a few more pictures.These actions further puzzled the gunners.He seemed to want the living to look like the dead around him.It's kind of weird. It wasn't the first body Kelly had identified in his life, but he felt he had lost hope of continuing to live.The others hurried forward to support him.However, not falling and surviving are not the same thing.At this moment, any comfort is of no avail.He walked out of the emergency room, and the doctors and nurses were watching him.The priest had been called in to say the last prayers for the dead, and he said something he knew the dead would never hear.A police officer explained that the accident was the fault of the truck driver, that the brakes had failed, that the machinery had malfunctioned, that it was really no one's fault, it was just one accident among many.He had said these words before on other similar occasions, explaining to some unfortunate man why his loved ones had died, as if that were the case.The officer could see that this Mr. Kelly was a strong man, and therefore one of the most emotionally vulnerable.His wife and unborn child, whom he was supposed to protect from any disaster, were killed in the accident.There is no way to blame anyone.The truck driver, also a family man, is lying in the hospital, just waking up.At that time, in order to find out whether Tissy was still alive, he once climbed into the bottom of his big truck to check.Kelly's colleagues sat next to him and offered to help him deal with the funeral.But what can one do with a person who would rather go to hell than see this situation in front of him?Because he has seen hell.However, there is more than one hell, and he has not seen all of them.