The two 30mm cannons pointing directly at their heads were quite intimidating, and the collaborators cooperated to make way for the two planes.
"Buzz"
The C-17 took off first, and after the exhaust turbulence from the four F117 turbofan engines dissipated, the Airbus A340-300 followed closely behind, carrying more than 1,300 "refugees" to the transit point of Shat.
Just then, an Airbus A380-800 that had been waiting in the sky for more than ten minutes also descended to prepare for landing.
To be honest, the cabin design of a certain domestic low-cost airline named after the seasons looks rather inhumane, but it is actually quite suitable for limited scenarios like a large-scale evacuation.
After all, an A320 can carry 260 people, so considering the large size of the A380, it could probably carry over 1200 passengers.
In this way, the records that the C-17 broke with great difficulty are nothing, and the title of "airborne slave ship" belongs to the A380-800.
Because it was a short-haul flight, the plane had enough fuel before departure, and after one round trip, there was still fuel left, but it certainly wouldn't be enough for the next flight.
The aircraft will taxi directly to the fuel depot to refuel and then take off for the next flight two hours later.
The two older female Hatch helicopters, which were not currently on duty, landed and shut down their engines, waiting for the next peak shift to resume work.
"Bang"
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, shattering the brief tranquility of the airport.
"Calling the boss, this is Pallas's cat. We have killed a suspicious armed man. The target was carrying explosives."
Paul reported to Xia Yu over the radio.
He led five sniper teams, which were scattered across various high points in the airport to monitor any unusual movements of the crowd.
After all, it was a large order, and Xia Yu assembled a very impressive team.
He assigned snipers from the European, Asian, and North American branches of Jihuo Defense to Afuham, specifically to guard against any trouble-making at the airport.
Unexpectedly, they actually caught a big fish. The attackers hiding in the shadows were definitely not just this one person.
"Everyone on high alert, Fennec Fox, you..."
"boom"
An explosion disrupted Xia Yu's plans.
"Bang bang bang"
More sniper teams opened fire. The roadside bomb jammers activated at the airport could interfere with radio-controlled bombs, but they couldn't control timed bombs or manually detonated bomb vests.
It is obvious that extremist groups have infiltrated the airport. There are no security checks in place, and it is too easy for them to get into the airport.
Firefighting cannot completely stop them, or rather, no PMC company can, but minimizing the damage is still possible.
Anyone in the crowd who pulls out a gun, is bulky, and has what appears to be a remote control, can fire without being reported.
The instructors and data teams waiting below immediately reacted and surrounded the individuals who were behaving abnormally and were not running away with the crowd.
This combat scenario is not suitable for vehicles, since you can't just mow down collaborators and extremist members with machine guns. Deploying special forces is the best option.
The chaos caused by the attack was quickly quelled, and the combat employees eliminated all the militants.
Corpses with guns are easy to deal with, but those wearing suicide vests are much more troublesome.
In response to this situation, Jihuo Defense's previous approach was more Russian-style, which involved using an explosion to detonate unexploded ordnance.
But a few days ago, Xia Yu got his hands on those bomb disposal robots in hangar B4, and, itching to try them out, chose to remotely dismantle them.
If a novice were in charge, the robot would likely explode while being disassembled. However, with his skill, he smoothly controlled the robotic arm to remove the target's cloak, and then precisely cut the wires that sent the detonation signal.
Finally, they pulled the bomb vest off the corpse.
"boom"
The five bomb vests, clustered together, were safely detonated in a corner of the airport, and the crisis was completely averted.
“Mr. Sherlock, you are truly a genius.”
A major general in the US Army praised it.
"I can't believe you've only been playing Talon 5 for a week."
"It's nothing. This thing is just a miniature excavator. During my service, I only dealt with tanks for two years, but from the time I retired until I founded Jihuo Defense, I was always in the earthmoving industry."
Xia Yu isn't bragging, but even without the system, he could directly become a teacher at Lanxiang Vocational School. The boom and arm of an excavator and the mechanical arm of a bomb disposal robot are like his third arm.
While technical expertise is a basic requirement for becoming the owner of an excellent private military contracting company, Xia Yu's current success is also inseparable from many other qualities.
"That would be a waste of your talent. Your stage is the whole world. We will officially stop transporting civilians abroad in three days. The evacuation of soldiers will be completed in the last two days, the 30th and the 31st. We will have to trouble you with that then."
Halfway through the conversation, Major General Chris abruptly changed the subject and made a final request.
He is the commander of the 82nd Airborne Division and the 18th Airborne Regiment, and is currently the highest-ranking officer in the Kabul military.
In addition to causing double-digit casualties among the pro-CCP forces, today's explosion also resulted in five dead and three wounded soldiers.
Without a concentrated fire defense response, their casualties would likely be in the double digits, but the money wasn't wasted; such casualties are within the acceptable range for the Ministry of National Defense.
But it's the last week already, so let's hope this number doesn't go up!
"I will increase manpower to conduct random checks around the airport over the next three days."
Xia Yu thought for a moment and immediately came up with a solution.
This tactic proved very effective; the village guards captured two men wearing bomb vests, preventing their accomplices from continuing to be killed.
Upon learning that civilian flights would be shut down on the 29th, the stranded traitors at the airport became even more panicked.
"Sir, we have US dollars. Can you arrange for us to leave Carbir?"
The soldiers had no authority, and the collaborators had long since left Afuham. These guys, who still had some money, turned their attention to the concentrated fire defense.
After all, several An-124, C-160, and Il-76 aircraft have the same logo painted on their fuselages as the arm patches worn by these security personnel.
The other side has planes, and they will most likely stay until the Americans evacuate, then they will have a way to leave Afghanistan.
Sure enough, there are thresholds to becoming a guide. Even those who are abandoned by the Americans and are considered low-level guides have strong observation skills and a strong will to survive.
In Afghan, where the illiteracy rate is nearly 70%, those who can speak English are considered talented. Unfortunately, they would rather leave than stay and contribute to the country's development.
“Those who want to evacuate from Afghani on our plane are quite smart.”
When the news reached Xia Yu, he couldn't help but comment.
"So how much are they willing to pay for the journey to 'freedom'?"
“$8,000. They didn’t care about the destination, as long as we could leave Afuham.”
This sum of money is enough to leave Ah Fu Han by land, but the road is not safe. It would be better to take a plane directly, which can guarantee the safety of one's life and remaining assets.
"It seems they've made a lot of money off the Americans over the past twenty years. Not being able to catch a free flight isn't necessarily a bad thing; the US isn't some paradise."
Xia Yu shook his head and said, "Americans aren't as generous to the lower classes as Europeans. The money they earn working for the US will eventually be exposed once they're in America."
They don't assign you work, but they give you a "welfare apartment" with a monthly rent of $1,000. How long can that little bit of money you save last?
Finding a third country with a similar cultural background and using their savings as capital to start a small business is their best way out.
It's rare to speak English in Afghanistan, but not in the US. Even if they can find low-paying jobs, they can't compete with Mexicans.
"Boss, does this mean you've agreed to their request?"
"Go and count the exact number of people. This unplanned escape flight will be scheduled for September 1st."
Xia Yu nodded.
Civilians transferred to other US military bases will be sent to Europe and North America, and the lease on the aircraft from Jihuo Air Transport Company will be extended until mid-September.
But with such a huge aircraft graveyard, he could still squeeze out a passenger plane, enough to take away those who could afford tickets and act as guides.
Of course, those who couldn't afford it wouldn't sit idly by. Seeing no hope of boarding, they would try to escape Ahmad by land.
However, warlords and extremist groups of all sizes would be waiting on the road, ready to plunder these people's gold coins.
The Tatas were unstoppable, but most of their members were Pashtuns.
The vast city of Aktobe has a population of about 45% non-Pashtun. Driving out the Americans is only the first step; there is much more to be done later.
And so, time flew by and it was the 31st. The soldiers who had completed their final mission were evacuated from Afuhan in batches until the last C-17 was dispatched late at night.
"Mr. Sherlock, the airport is now in your hands."
Major General Chris said to Xia Yu.
"Don't worry, General!"
The two shook hands, and he watched as the other boarded the Globemaster III in the night.
"Click"
The hatch was captured on an iPhone through night-vision goggles, and the image was quickly sent to the Ministry of National Defense.
A few hours later, the photo appeared online with the caption "The last US soldier to leave Armenia."
The pre-planned propaganda was quite effective; the soldiers left first, and the general evacuated last. Who wouldn't be moved by that? But little did they know that there were fully armed PMC company employees off-camera.
"Very good, everyone get moving, now it's our time."
Xia Yu clapped his hands and said to everyone.
Let's not even talk about emptying out Kabul International Airport! At the very least, anything with company seals must be evacuated from Akmal first.
The company transferred all of its An-124, C-160, Il-76, and even the three C-130Hs that have not yet been delivered to Kabul.
Most of the weapons and equipment that the Americans are transporting away don't need to be brought back to the US. They now have enough transport capacity to distribute them to various military bases. However, passenger planes are still needed to pick up people.
The freed-up transport capacity from Jihuo Defense transported the disassembled toucans, the crated ScanEagles, the Switchblades-300s, and more to Afica.
It takes time to unload the cargo in Teluk Intan, and since it was all relatively light cargo, we flew directly to Kidal.
It would be better for the company to send its heavy equipment to Basra Port for sea freight, since there's no rush to get it back.
"Boss, how should we arrange this?"
The employee pointed to the two Centurion C-RAM interceptor defense systems with destroyed control stations next to the runway.
This single-unit road-based Phalanx CIWS, valued at $15 million, is quite effective. Just a couple of days ago, it fought alongside the old Cheetah missiles from Jihuo Defense, destroying a salvo of rockets attacking the airport.
However, the problem is that they are vulnerable to saturation attacks. Neither the old Cheetah nor the 20mm Centurion can fire programmable munitions, and it takes an average of double-digit numbers of munitions to intercept a single target.
Facing a dozen or twenty targets is no problem, but a salvo from several BM-21 Hailstorm tanks and a dozen 107mm rockets would be the end of it.
The combined ammunition of several air defense units, totaling just over 5,000 rounds, is still a bit insufficient; the radar can detect the problem, but the ammunition is not enough.
Fortunately, apart from Tata, no one else in Kabul possesses that number of multiple rocket launchers; the other side and the Americans have a tacit understanding.
"Since it's broken anyway, let's take it to Yilakou for sea freight. I'll see if I can fix it later."
Xia Yu made the arrangements directly.
There are plenty of second-hand Phalanx CIWS. In the past, for the sake of customer experience, these things on the target ship were not removed, so the Americans did not damage the weapons station.
They deweaponized the centurion by sabotaging the control station.
Others would find this problem very troublesome, but Xia Yu has it much easier. The damaged parts and wreckage are still there, and with such a high degree of integrity, he can just start the repairs.
He can make some affordable alternatives and modifications, and maybe in a couple of years he can sell them to Americans at a higher price.
And so, two Centurion C-RAMs were loaded into the transport bay of the An-124.
While the employees were busy, September 1st quietly arrived.
"Buzz"
An Airbus A380-800 from Kidal landed on the airport runway, and 1,696 tickets, each worth $8,000, were sold.
Most airlines derive 70% of their profits from first and business class, while economy class passengers, who are numerous but generate little profit, are merely their ballast. However, this temporary flight, which offered no meals or bottled water, earned Xia Yu nearly $15 million in just a few flights.
Their next stop is neighboring Pakistan. Since there are already so many Akhan refugees in the country, Pakistani refugees with some economic means are welcome.
After Xia Yu used his connections to communicate with the other party, they agreed to accept the less than two thousand people.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
The following morning, another round of rockets flew over Carbir Airport, which was deserted by Americans.
"Knock knock knock"
The red Cheetah and several older Cheetah vehicles opened fire simultaneously, intercepting all the rockets.
"Call the Siberian Wrens, set out immediately."
Passively taking hits is not the style of concentrated fire defense. The Americans and those who should leave have all withdrawn, so now they can fight freely.
"Yes, boss!"
Old Han, who had been guarding the Longbow Crossbow day and night for days, started the engine and chased after the incoming rockets.
A Sparrowhawk B aircraft was always present over the airport, so it locked onto the target earlier than the Flying Squirrel crew. In a village 10 kilometers away from the airport, four 107mm multiple rocket launchers that had finished firing were towed by pickup trucks into four unconnected houses.
Without drones, they might have gotten away, but Jihuo Defense has been waiting for these guys!
Recording the coordinates of these four residences, Sparrowhawk B fired an invisible coded laser beam into the night sky, illuminating the warehouse wall of the first residence.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
The Longbow Crossbow, which had just taken off from the airport, opened fire immediately.
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