Dragoon fighter

Chapter 250 - The

"Grandpa Mulder... look at this message from Master Qi Shi. He really needs to fix it. God, we will definitely be able to defeat those greedy guys."

Sally, a Patan girl standing as the head of the village of Mudzariyev, happily pointed at the fighter jets circling the camp in the sky, as excitedly as a lark.

"Well, well, I knew he would succeed. That's great, hahaha!"

Village Chief Mudzariyev stroked his white beard and nodded. He glanced at Sally and said meaningfully: "This is also due to your contribution."

Sally was startled when she heard the words, and two red clouds immediately appeared on her face. She lowered her head, and heard another burst of laughter from the village chief Mudzariyev.

"He only belongs to the sky, not to me!"

Thinking of Lin Mo's attitude towards her, Sally felt sad again.

"Don't worry, I used a vein of lapis lazuli to make your dowry. You will always have a chance. When Baihuawei is on, the gardener bends over tiredly. If you are sure about it, don't give up easily. Man, you have to If you fly, you must fly like an eagle. You can't tie him down." Village chief Mudzariyev finally said an Afghan folk saying.

"I know!" Sally's voice was like a mosquito snoring. She didn't know where her previous confidence and pride had gone. All that was left was worry in her heart. She hoped that time would never pass and that she could be like this forever. Watch him soar in the sky like an eagle.

While Lin Mo was testing the "Mustang" that had been dormant for decades over the Gemstone Valley, several mercenary reconnaissance teams outside the mountain pass fell into a panic and fled.

"Report, report found enemy plus helicopters, gunships, we are being attacked! Damn it!''

Larry and Hafar of the Caliphate 2 team yelled into the walkie-talkies with temporary antennas connected, while fleeing for their lives on the mountainside.

Not far away, a black modified armed helicopter was chasing the two of them slowly.

In complex and rugged mountainous terrain, helicopters are simply home killers and have an unparalleled advantage.

The reality is far more pessimistic than imagined by the mercenary leader Aibik who is strategizing in Gem Valley.

After reporting the enemy's situation, the Caliphate No. 2 team was sniped by the enemy. During the escape, an armed helicopter chased them. Although it was not a serious armed helicopter, the gunman sitting in the cabin happened to be able to take it. Shooting a machine gun from the air to the ground like hunting rabbits.

The enemy's intention is obvious. They want to know the armed situation in Gem Valley. The best way is to capture a few "tongues", and Larry and Hafar, who are sent to pick up the enemy's reconnaissance, are the best targets.

Afghanistan has been at war for many years, and the armed forces affiliated with these forces have been tested by war. Although they are not from serious military academies, they still have basic military common sense.

These experiences gained with blood and lives mean that they are experts in both guerrilla warfare and counter-guerrilla warfare.

The two members of Caliphate Team 2 who were running around didn't dare to hesitate for a moment. If they were caught by the special party, they would basically not end well.

“Jewel Valley, I am Caliphate 2. Damn it, Caliphate 2 is calling like there is no one!’’

Larry has not given up calling until now, but the location they are in is indeed not a good location. The signal is blocked by the thick mountains. They can only hope to find a suitable angle to contact the signal relay station.

Da da da~~

"Be careful!" Hafar, who was holding the antenna, pulled Larry over, and a row of gravel and dirt kicked up by bullets exploded around them.

In order to amplify power and improve communication quality, the walkie-talkie and antenna are separated. One person can hold the walkie-talkie, and the other person can lift the pole-type antenna to amplify the signal. For two people who are fleeing, they can keep talking while moving. It's nothing more than a cumbersome thing.

“Inshallah, this is hell! Thank you, Hafar!’’

After holding on to his khaki-colored American steel helmet, which was hit by flying debris, Larry raised his head and couldn't help but cursed at the helicopter hovering above them.

"Both each other! If you are finished, I won't be able to survive either."

Hafar also felt lucky that, God bless them, the two of them were still alive.

He set up the AK-47 and pointed it at the helicopter in the sky, scanning the shuttle. However, at such a far away target, the muzzle beat of the AK could only produce a very scattered barrage, not even touching the edge of the helicopter: maybe Startled by the burst of gunshots fired by Hafar as if he was venting his anger, the helicopter immediately lifted up. What came in response was an even more ferocious rain of bullets. The bullet casings fell and hit the rocks with a jingling sound. You could almost see small black dots. The warheads ricocheted among the rocks.

"Go quickly, go quickly!" Larry yelled, just two soldiers fighting against the helicopter, that's not seeking death, it's: Magnetic! ~

After running a few steps, I heard the intercom ringing, and it seemed that I was just within the signal range of the wireless relay station.

After Larry heard the sound, regardless of whether it was connected or not, he anxiously put the walkie-talkie to his face and shouted: "Hey! Hey! This is Caliphate 2, this is Caliphate 2, we are under attack, the enemy has helicopters !The enemy has a helicopter!''

"This is Gem Valley. The news you reported has been received. Hold on, Allah bless you, we also have planes!"

The woman's voice on the intercom was the same woman that Larry first heard before, but she seemed to be much more professional and calm. The situation was so pressing that even a rookie was at risk of life and death.

Fortunately, the intercom was connected, and there was a faint sound that could be heard clearly.

"What did she say? Gem Valley was also attacked by planes? Oh my god, we are finished, we are finished!" Hafar obviously heard the planes in Gem Valley faintly, and now they themselves were tragically attacked by planes, and they couldn't even escape. , what kind of plane popped up in Gem Valley? Could it be that it was also attacked by air raids like myself?

Isn't this bad luck? Hafar felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Gem Valley said, we also have a plane." Larry said loudly while pulling Hafar to avoid the rain of bullets dropped by the helicopter.

"What? Really!''

Hafar's eyes widened!

‘Really!’ “Allah testifies, she is truly my angel! ’’

"Who? Who is the wounded angel!''

“Of course it was the woman who answered the call in Gemstone Valley.

"Damn it, are you in heat?"

The two treasures were wandering around, running desperately while avoiding the attack of the helicopter. They didn't know whether they would live or die in the next second. As long as they had breath, they didn't dare to stop: "Sir, ahead. Aibik's people have been discovered!''

The makeshift camp was filled with dust. Dozens of shirtless militants were shouting slogans and setting up temporary tents. A large amount of supplies were gathered, including firearms, ammunition, food supplies, etc. The soldiers and horses had not yet moved the food and grass. , once the gun is fired, these supplies are consumed as much as running water, and it is already good if 30% can be fully used.

"Did you catch it?''

A middle-aged white man in a suit walked into a simple tent with good ventilation on all sides. Inside the tent was a folding aluminum alloy table, with a bucket full of ice cubes luxuriously placed on it, crystal clear ice cubes and a touch of The ice fog made a bottle of red wine half-hidden inside look very attractive.

Not far away, a pure black armed helicopter with pure blood was parked on the flat ground not far away, and the propeller blades were slowly coming to a stop. Apparently the white man paddled off the plane not long ago.

In the mountainous areas of northern Afghanistan, it is not easy to see even an ordinary bottle of red wine in such a quiet place, let alone iced wine. Even if the militants who are used to the heat and drought see it, they will not tolerate it. He couldn't help but show a look of greed: No one dared to act rashly during the New Year. The leaders had all warned him seriously that this white man was their big boss.

The leader wearing a small navy blue square hat following behind the middle-aged white man bent down and said: "Our helicopter is chasing us, and there will probably be news soon. Don't worry, we can't run away."

"Trash!" The white man took out the chilled red wine without looking for a corkscrew. He took out a pistol, pointed it at the mouth of the bottle, and shot the cork. The slender mouth of the bottle flew away with the sound of the gunshot. into countless fragments.

The gunshot scared the leader with a small navy blue square hat, but he didn't dare to speak.

In order to catch a spy, even helicopters were dispatched, but so far they haven't been caught. What is it if it's not a piece of trash?

Shaking the glass shards from the wine bottle, he poured it slowly against the crystal goblet on the table, and a chill flowed in along with the red color.

After pouring only a small amount, the white man stopped his hand, put the bottle back into the ice bucket, raised the glass and shook it gently. He was obviously a connoisseur of wine, and he was completely different from the one who violently opened the bottle. .

After a slight sniff, he drank it all, smacked his lips and sipped the red wine. The white man nodded, and then continued, "Is there any news about House? He has been in there for so long, why is there no news yet."

"I don't know, our people can't contact the people inside. You know, half a month ago, all of our communication equipment was damaged at the same time."

The leader in the navy blue square hat rolled his eyes, and while observing his appearance, he said carefully: "Is it possible?"

"Is it going to be something?" The white man turned around suddenly and stared at the Afghan armed leader who already looked old.

As if he was being targeted by a man-eating king cobra, this leader who had once commanded the wind and rain in his own territory, commanded hundreds of guns, and was so majestic that he could take everything he wanted, a layer of cold sweat immediately formed on his back, and he immediately started to stutter when speaking. . ? Please give me a monthly ticket to receive the reward. Don’t jump in and subscribe. ! .

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