Dragoon fighter

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It's late at night, inside the shabby canvas tent.

Muha Magee, the leader of the "Jihadi National Liberation Army", used the dim oil lamp to suppress the strange smiles that leaked from his teeth. He very carefully dug out a small iron box with a secret code lock. Almost every night, as long as He would open it and take a look when he had time, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to sleep soundly.

Although this box is old and worn, the paint is mottled and scratches have been exposed to countless wind, frost, snow and rain, and the edges and corners that have been touched countless times have a strange oily sheen.

Almost like every time he opened the box, Muha Magee opened his mouth wide, revealing his jagged yellow teeth, smiled, and took out stacks of thick U.S. dollars, gold bars, and gems from inside. .

He will never let his subordinates see it easily, otherwise he will definitely attract greedy eyes and trouble. This is a precious asset he inherited from the previous leader. During an operation, the last unlucky leader suffered a piece of shell skin on his forehead and died, and half of his head was almost rotten. Otherwise, Muha Magee would not have discovered that in this team with a shabby appearance, he was carrying the so-called " The team in the name of "Jihad for National Liberation" actually contains such rich wealth.

Compared with the men, horses and equipment outside the tent, these are his real wealth. As long as he is willing, he can pull up the same team of people as now at any time and any place, and even the momentum will be stronger.

There is only desolation, poverty and ignorance in the tribes in the wilderness. As long as there is hard currency, you can easily win over the tribesmen who are desperate for a piece of food and beautiful women to play with. You only need to give them guns and whip them with whips. All of them can become a good shooter.

The "Jihadi National Liberation Army" is just a guise for Muha Magee to sell dog meat with a sheep's head. Jihad and nationality are all naked interests. In fact, it is not that he wants to use such a name. Is it " Doesn’t “Moha Guerrilla” sound good? However, someone needs to put up such a sign.

It's those so-called "agents" who don't know where they come from to deliver guns and money. Do they really have any good intentions for themselves?

However, Muha Magee knew that these were just mutual use. "They" needed to do some shady business on their own, while what he needed was money, more money. Those people outside Guns and guns are just tools to make money for yourself.

He had just done a big job recently. Muha Magee was thinking about whether he should eliminate the old guns with worn rifling in the team and give them to the poor herdsmen in the mountains. He was now purchasing some rifle grenades and so on, and made some more. A woman provides pleasure to her subordinates.

Only when the team grows can he earn more money. Unlike some short-sighted and greedy guys who only care about immediate interests.

Fifteen kilometers away, 11 kilometers above sea level.

The navigation coordinates showed that it was close to the target. The J-10 quickly descended from the clouds. It was pitch black below. The clouds covered the sky and there was no trace of light. The J-10 was flying at an even speed in the most fuel-saving state.

The ground was pitch black. If the satellite hadn't verified the coordinates, Lin Mo would have thought that he had not arrived or had missed it. Even in other worlds, air navigation missions were rare. After all, there was no particularly effective night vision method.

Lin Mo activated the light mirror technique again. After more than ten times in a row, he finally managed to open a light mirror less than the size of a palm and vaguely transmitted the situation below the ground. As early as when he was flying above the clouds, he began to collect light. Elements, moonlight is also light after all, it is just the reflected light of the sun. Although it is weaker than during the day, it is better than nothing.

Lin Mo peeled off two pieces of military chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth for physical maintenance before the war. Flying a fighter jet was a very tiring job. The bitter taste of high-purity cocoa and the added ginsenoside ingredients slipped into the esophagus and were absorbed. Quickly absorbed, Lin Mo's spirit was lifted.

"The communication chain secret code has been verified, and the combat information link has been connected!" Lin Mo listened to the response from the combat computer in the earphones. At this moment, he felt that the J-10 he was driving was resurrected as a real weapon.

"Operation begins!" Lin Mo heard the hoarse man's cold and murderous voice in the earphones of his helmet, like a steel ball cleaning the glass. It seemed that the ground troops were already in place, waiting for Lin Mo's J-10 fighter jets to come over. Fire the first shot.

Lin Mo gently turned on the fire control system!

The low-light TV reported that there were more than thirty tents of different sizes lined up fifteen kilometers ahead, as well as eleven large trucks and several off-road jeeps. The entire camp was also dark, with only three or four armed men wearing robes and carrying guns. Scattered around every corner of the camp, they seemed to be vigilant sentries. There were many cattle and sheep in the camp. When the light microscope screen turned, more than sixty well-trained armed men in black clothes and black pants were pulling a half-moon shape. The skirmisher line lowered its body to surround the camp. When approaching a certain distance, two squad machine guns were set up from the west and north.

These people should be the Chinese military's special service team. They should know that the J-10 has entered the combat area and still hasn't made any move, but they don't know that their every move has long been in Lin Mo's sight.

Arriving at just the right time, Lin Mo quickly refueled and entered supersonic speed. With a bang, the J-10 broke through the sound barrier.

The speedometer showed: Mach 1.7! Not only did the powerful overload not make Lin Mo feel any discomfort, but there was a faint sense of excitement.

Lin Mo had to surprise the target before the roar of the engine arrived. The J-10's black round-cap-like nose pointed at the camp and accelerated its dive. The rocket nests on the left and right flashed with fire, and twelve rockets roared down in one breath with bright tail flames.

"What a noise!" Muha Magee, who was still pulling dollars in the tent, suddenly straightened his back and pricked up his ears.

There was a faint rolling thunder from the sky, and dots of light suddenly appeared in the sky. The sentries in the camp suddenly raised their heads and looked at the sky. Before they could react, twelve rockets had already rushed into the camp. The fireball exploded and exploded into pieces, and a fleeting whitish ring-shaped shock wave overturned nearly half of the tent.

Hoarse shouts immediately filled the entire camp after the explosion of the rocket group. Scattered gunshots rang out like fried beans. At this time, the sound of the engines of the belated fighter jets echoed in the sky like rolling thunder.

Lin Mo lightly pressed the launch button of the cannon, and the fuselage shook. Three or four light points shot out from under the belly of the J-10. Using the firelight in the camp, he accurately overturned a tent, and only half of his body stepped out of the tent. The militants, like everyone else in the tent, were immediately torn to pieces by the 23mm cabin gun projectiles along with the tent. The blood mist that exploded was clearly visible under the firelight.

A 12.7mm anti-material gun can shoot people to pieces when it hits them, not to mention 23mm aircraft cannon bullets. Lin Mo doesn't dare to just have fun. There are only 200 bullets in total, and he can shoot them with just a few hits. Empty, can a fighter plane without ammunition still be called a fighter plane? Do you use sonic booms to kill people? I'm afraid it's worse than a paper tiger.

Muha Magee, the leader of the "Jihadi National Liberation Army", quickly stuffed all the money and belongings scattered on the sheepskin rug into the iron box, picked up a revolver and poked his head out of the tent to take a look. With just one look, his soul was gone. I was almost scared to death.

What a massacre!

People in the camp were on their backs, explosions continued, and there were still huge roars of fighter jets hovering in the sky. Air cannons made a thud like death reaping life. Tent after tent was overturned, and those who had not escaped exploded into pieces on the tent fabric. There were blood stains, and all the sounds in the camp intertwined into a sonata of death.

"Damn it!" Muha Magee didn't bother to summon his men. He hurriedly got back into the tent, cursed and picked up the iron box. Without taking anything with him, he rushed out under the shadow of the firelight.

It's over, it's over. The "Jihadi National Liberation Army" that was finally brought up was completely wiped out tonight. Without even trying to find his henchmen, Muha Magee gave up on everyone very decisively and sneaked away quietly under the cover of night.

One is in the sky and the other is on the ground. Just relying on the automatic rifles and small firearms in their hands, they are jet fighters. They are not opponents of the same level at all. They may not even be able to catch up with the bullets. How can they fight? They are waiting obediently to be beaten. destroy.

The camp was even more chaotic. Just now, Lin Mo unexpectedly launched a powerful fire attack that almost caused the camp to explode. However, more militants rushed out, firing automatic rifles into the sky. Lin Mo was dodging left and right in the air with his J-10. , it easily broke away from the firepower on the ground. Without an anti-aircraft machine gun, the kinetic energy of that small caliber could only make a buzzing sound on the fuselage and jump out of a few shallow pits, and it could not even shoot the skin. wear.

The J-10 quickly pulled out the Yimaman loop maneuver, climbed to an altitude of 3,000 meters and leveled again. Even when attacking the ground, Lin Mo was very careful. Only his physical fitness could withstand any difficult and high-g-value actions. Even if the plane falls apart, he will not feel any discomfort. Compared with the dragon mount, the fighter jet is much more comfortable, and is no different from a noble lady's soft-seat pony carriage.

At this time, a beam of light shined directly into the camp from the outside, forming a finger-sized spot on a large truck filled with supplies. It was extremely eye-catching in the dark night. Lin Mo was startled. The ground special service soldiers used lasers. Guidance, quickly entered the arc and rolled, and at the same time threw out a Thunder LT-2 laser-guided bomb.

The domestically produced Thunder LT-2 laser-guided bomb is a high imitation of the Russian kab-500l, with a charge of 500 kilograms. As soon as it is ejected from the J-10, it automatically adjusts its tail to lock the laser irradiation position on the ground.

The J-10's bomb-throwing action was almost low-altitude, and a black shadow fell from the sky, followed by a landslide-like explosion that brought about a whitish shock wave aperture that swept a circle within a radius of 100 meters, covering all within a radius of five kilometers. It is so vibrating that even the bombardment power of a heavy howitzer with a caliber of 150 or above cannot compare with it.

Preview of the next section: Section 48 - Arrow pointing into the sky

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