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The voice from the adjutant can be said to have saved the life of Rama Mujam to some extent. ↑△小↓△..m] Because if he does not appear again, Rama Mujam may not be able to continue to do so.

His hands are already bloody, and the blood flowing and the flesh of the scrolls make people feel a sense of horror. Not to mention the pain of peeling off the flesh, just a lot of blood is enough for Rama Mujam to drink a pot. Not to mention that it was directly bleed, but it was sent to the intensive care room in minutes. That would not be a problem.

The news of the adjutant stopped him from this self-abuse. After regaining his own intellect, he also inevitably felt the pain of his own hand. This made a quick change in his face, but in the face of more important things, this pain is obviously something that can be tolerated and ignored.

He casually found some bandages, wrapped his hands around his palms, and then took the microphone and responded to his adjutant.

"Come on them, I will pass right away. Remember, don't let anyone close to them except you and me."

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant understood very well what it meant, so he replied very neatly. And just after he replied this way, Rama Mujam had already rushed in the direction of the bottom compartment.

He did not bring any soldiers and refused the trailing of any soldier. So when a person came to the bottom cabin, he already saw his adjutant and the elite soldiers he led.

They are firmly guarded outside the cabin that has been isolated. From the point of view of their movements and spirits, they are indeed worthy of the elite title. At the very least, compared with ordinary casual soldiers who are lazy and lazy, they are enough to be called the elite of India.

"Good job, boys. If we can safely pass this pass. I promise. You will all become officers. If you have enough power, even the captain of a ship, for you. It is not impossible."

Rama Mujam’s brain is now very clear. He knows that these soldiers have done dirty work for themselves, and they are equivalent to standing on a line with themselves. At this time, if you don't do anything, then it is obvious that these guys will be separated from the German. In addition to killing them, otherwise those who know their secrets will be fatal if they are centrifuged.

Therefore, instead of wasting a lot of energy to make a move that is impossible to determine the outcome, it is better to pay a little more for the loyalty of these soldiers, and let them consciously attach themselves to themselves and bind themselves.

The conditions for Rama Mujam’s opening are still quite rich, even beyond the imagination of these soldiers. Therefore, after hearing his remarks, the soldiers who stood in their posts immediately showed an excited look and honored him with a standard military salute.

This means that they have been loyal to the commander. Of course, this is only the return of interest, not the true loyalty. But Rama Mujam does not care about this, he knows that loyalty can be cultivated. As long as you are willing to pay for it and want to cultivate the loyalty of these people to yourself, it is not a problem at all.

Nodded casually and responded to the soldiers. Rama Mujam glanced at his adjutant, and on the other hand, he pushed open the closed door of the cabin and walked straight in.

As a community of interests with Rama Mujam, the adjutant understood what he meant. He first told the soldiers.

"Be careful here, don't let anyone come in. Remember, if anyone wants to be hard, don't be merciful, kill them directly. ↑△小↓△..m] Do you understand what I mean?"

As a sloppy Indian, the adjutant’s order is obviously a bit too harsh. However, this is related to their own interests, so several soldiers looked at each other and they definitely nodded to him. After all, now is not the time to care about the private situation. And compared with the private situation, the benefits are even more exciting.

I got a positive reply. The adjutant followed him into the cabin, and as soon as he entered the cabin, he saw a gloomy Rama Mujam.

He is standing in front of the Korean pilot at the moment. And these Korean pilots are now blocked, blindfolded, and tied to the seat. They can't see the situation at hand, but they can feel that they are standing in front of themselves. This makes them struggle wildly, and they don't know whether they want to save or resist.

But no matter what the reasons for their struggle, they have already brought a very bad feeling to Rama Mujam. For Rama Mujam, what he now wants to see is a group of sheep, not a beast that will struggle to resist. This obviously puts a little bit of pressure on his innermost anxiety. However, he can barely suppress these emotions and he did not directly erupt. He just took off his coat and pulled his tie hard. And I asked my adjutant about it.

"Do you tell them clearly? I don't want the problem to appear on them."

"Please rest assured, sir. They know what to do." While holding the ticket, they put their gaze on the pilots. "Sir, what are you going to do with these guys. A total of sixteen pilots are here. I can guarantee that they have not communicated with anyone before. From the time they first got off the plane, they are all in my place." Monitored. You can rest assured that you will be the first person to talk to them."

“It’s doing a good job. It’s true that the crisis can sharpen people’s talents. Your performance is much better than yours before!”

After taking a shot on the adjutant's shoulder, Rama Mujam began to patrol the pilots with gloomy eyes. He is looking for an object that is suitable for communicating with himself, preferably the leader of these pilots. And soon, he found a suitable target.

It was the guy who looked the coolest and was the oldest of these pilots. Be aware that because pilots have strict requirements for physical fitness, most pilots will only choose to retire or retreat to the second line after reaching a certain age. And the older pilots are not without, just very rare. Because at this time, I can still stand on the first line, and most of them are experienced veterans.

They usually have the chief of the pilot. Rama Mujam also judged this way, so immediately, he took out the cloth strips in his mouth and said to him.

"I am the commander of the fleet, Rama Muqam. Sen, tell me your name, the pilot. I have a lot of things that you need to tell me!"

"Lord Commander?" The first time he could speak, the pilot was surprised at Rama Mujam's identity, then he leaned over his neck and said to him. "I want to protest to you, Commander. We are soldiers belonging to South Korea. You have no right to imprison and interrogate us in this way. You have violated the common treaty signed by the Allies and you will be sent to the military court. !"

The pilot said that it was obviously intended to use the Allied signs to suppress this unruly commander. It’s just that he obviously underestimated Rama Mujam’s courage and underestimated his current madness.

He simply refused to take care of his injured palm. He directly slaps the face of the pilot. As long as there is a little bit of a brain, it is not difficult to hear the madness of desperation from his words.

"Don't talk to me, it's useless. I ask you to answer. If you don't want to cooperate honestly, then I will kill you and ask what I want to know from the mouths of other people. I am not reconciling. You are joking, so you better give me a smart point!"

Seriously, the pilot was indeed scared. Not only because of the crazy attitude and tone, but also because of the warm and wet feeling of the feedback on his face. Obviously, the **** smell made him feel unbearable. He knew that blood is the most maddening thing. In the face of a madman, it makes sense to make sense. He said that he would kill himself, then it is very likely that he will kill himself. This is not a joke at all.

Didn't be buried in the mouth of the monster with his own fleet, is it going to die in his own hands? This is obviously not what the pilot is willing to see. He was not the kind of person who saw death, so he immediately straightened his body and replied in a hurry.

"I know, I know. I will cooperate with you. I will tell you what you want to ask. As long as you let me and my men, we can tell you anything!"

The very awkward tone made the young and energetic pilots behind him tremble and struggle. So that the pilot who had just said the pleading words couldn't help but yell at them loudly in Korean. Rama Mujam did not care what he said in Korean. He now cares more about his answer. For him, this is what he wants to see the most. Because that means the truth is slowly unfolding in front of him. This made his heart suddenly anxious.

"Tell me, what happened. Why did your Seventh Fleet be defeated so easily? Why did these things happen? How did the idiot of Park Yantai die? Our enemies? Where are our enemies?" .