Dragoon fighter

"Hurry up, hurry up, you idiots, if you can't take off, I will tear your bones apart."

Bah!

The long whip whipped up a drop of blood, and a young Tajik man in ragged clothes was whipped to the ground. His whole body was twitching, and he didn't even have the strength to scream. The heavy wooden box on his body weighed him down. He could only make a weak moan.

"Tali, Tali, get up quickly."

Behind him, there were dozens of Tajiks carrying heavy wooden boxes. Their faces showed signs of premature aging, but their eyes were full of anger. They did not dare to make any unnecessary movements. They lowered their voices and urged to be knocked down. The young people must get up quickly, otherwise they will suffer.

Most of their family members were killed and their homes were destroyed by the war. If they were not still young and still had some strength, they would have been killed by these bandits from the south.

But now, they were captured and forced to do hard labor day and night. They were not fed enough and were almost exhausted. Those guys almost took turns to squeeze out the last bit of their physical strength.

"Uh!" The Tajik young man who was called Tali by his companions weakly uttered an unconscious single tone, as if the fire of life would be extinguished at any time.

"Damn it, another waster of food."

Boom!

A fountain of red and white blood burst out from Ta Li's forehead as he fell to the ground. His body twitched twice and stopped moving.

The coolies with low eyebrows only saw a guy wearing a black cowhide vest. He blew the gun smoke from his gun, picked up the whip again, blew up a whip in the air with his hand, and shouted again, "Lazy guy" If you don't work, he will be your fate. If you don't want to taste my Gukra's gun, just let me do it quickly."

The man carrying the heavy cargo let out a silent sigh of despair.

Almighty Allah!

Save the suffering Muslims.

Some people tried to escape, but failed. Their weak bodies and bruises could hardly run very far. All the escapees were executed on the spot and hung on a wooden pole not far away, becoming a warning to intimidate everyone. However, more often than not, they were beaten to death or even thrown to death because they were not working.

In the distance is a long runway. In the past two days, hundreds of captured Tajiks and Pathans were forced to build a crude runway of nearly one kilometer here.

They don't know what this is built for. But it soon became clear that not long after the runway was repaired, or even a few hours later, the sound of thunder was heard in the distance.

With a deafening roar, two silver figures rushed onto the runway at extremely fast speeds. Slowly slowing down, the landing was successfully completed.

fighter?

It has a compact and slender silver-colored fuselage, a round-section fully pressurized air inlet, a quarter-chord line swept back 55-degree all-metal mid-monoplane, and a fully-moving horizontal tail with the same swept angle. It looks like a silver swallow.

The Tajiks and Pathans who had devoted their blood, sweat, and even their lives to the track were immediately driven one kilometer away to a wall surrounded by iron thorn nets after its completion. Several heavy machine guns were set up outside. The dark guns were pointed at them, and no movement was allowed.

"Mr. Jadin, nice to see you again, haha."

The pilot of the leading "Yinyan" climbed out of the cockpit and was supported by the armed men responsible for the response. He took off his helmet, revealing a head of thick short chestnut hair.

At the end of the runway. There were four or five open-top jeeps that were covered in dust and looked dusty parked. Four or five armed men holding AK47s were spread out and on alert, surrounding a group of people in suits.

"Shkurta Pali Konomi, you are indeed punctual and trustworthy. I didn't expect you to deliver it in person. Can this thing still be used? Damn it, I want to take advantage of the air combat weapon. I have already suffered Enough with those crappy helicopters.”

A white man with shaved black hair came forward and looked at the two fighter jets that were covered with rivets. They seemed to be quite old.

Shkurta, who has thick short chestnut hair, took out a pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket and put them on his face. He looked leisurely, more like he was on vacation than delivering goods.

He patted the fuselage hard, which was slightly hot due to friction with the air after supersonic speed, and said: "Don't worry, it is definitely a good thing with excellent workmanship. It is not made by Chinese people. Oh, the quality is absolutely reliable. I spent a lot of money on it." They were obtained from Albania at a high cost. If you hadn't insisted on getting jet fighters, it would have been really difficult for me to get these two good things."

Shkurta Pali Konomi is an arms dealer who works in war-torn areas. He has always dealt with agents of major forces. His special status makes him still very popular even if he has a foot in several ships. All kinds of weapons can be obtained as long as the price is right. There are even rumors that Arab terrorists have obtained plutonium for nuclear weapons from him.

"Wait a minute, what kind of antique did you get? It looks very ancient. No, no, no, Shkurta, you bastard. If my fighter jet were not an antique, would this thing still be suitable for war?"

Mr. Jeddin, one of the most popular agents recently active in Afghanistan, did not recognize what kind of fighter it was, but it was certainly not a new or sub-new fighter.

"Haha, don't worry, this is a J-6, an imitation of the MiG-19. You only gave me 1.2 million euros. What kind of decent jet fighter can you buy? You can't even buy a trainer, even a modern high-imitation version of the P51' Mustang." 'It also costs 5 million US dollars. This price/performance ratio is already very good. It is very practical. The maximum speed is Mach 1.2 and the attack radius is 680 kilometers. It fully meets your needs. I asked a professional mechanic to perform thorough maintenance before flying again. There is no problem even if it lasts 800 hours.”

Shkurta walked over and patted Jadin on the shoulder. As an old arms dealer, he tried his best to flatter himself.

"J-6, my God! It's obsolete that even the Chinese don't use anymore. My opponent is the 'Super Tucano'. Damn it, I was fooled. I want to return it." Jie Ding's eyes widened and he beat his chest. He shouted, causing the nearby armed men to look sideways.

Shkurta was stunned, but laughed instead. He saw what this cunning guy was thinking, and punched Jadin unceremoniously, making the other person stagger and said viciously: "You bastard, hurry up." Pay, 1.2 million euros. Don’t pay a penny less, or I’ll fall out with you. These two J-6s are 80% new and are Albania’s strategic reserves. The surface is only slightly oxidized, don’t worry. It doesn’t affect its use whether you wipe it or not. It can be loaded with air-to-air missiles, rockets and aviation bombs, and the three 30mm cannons can even penetrate tank armor. It is a good thing that has not grown old, just like the hero Saladin. I have been doing business with you for so many years , when have I ever tricked you? Look, I have driven here from Turkmenistan. If the quality is not good, I can deliver it to you personally?"

"Okay. Okay, can you lower it a bit? This is the J-6. After all, it is already obsolete."

"no way!"

"Cheaper. One million euros!"

"no!"

"1.1 million euros!"

"Go away, if you keep talking nonsense, I would rather drive back by myself!"

"Okay, I'm scared of you. I'll write a check right away!"

"That's ridiculous. I can make you a little money. Isn't it easy? I risked losing my head. If the world knew about it, we would all lose our heads."

Agent Jie Ding failed to take advantage in the end and wrote the check angrily on the spot.

Hey, a net profit of 200,000 euros. Shkurta was secretly happy in his heart, but his face showed a bitter and resentful expression that he had not made any money.

Ha, 300,000 euros were withheld, and Jia Ding smiled like a fox, with a smile on his face but no smile on his face.

"You have to help us train pilots and provide maintenance services for at least half a month! If I still run out of ammunition, you have to get it for me immediately." Jie Ding still pretended to be angry and put the check to where Kurta put it in his hand, and then gestured behind him, "Zoke, Bell, come and see, can you handle these two J-6s?"

According to his estimate, two weeks is enough time to shoot down the damn dragoon consortium, and the airborne ammunition and maintenance parts can be delivered along the Amu Darya River tomorrow.

"No problem!" Shkurta said with a smile on his face, and kissed the check that smelled like copper and blood.

"Boss, as long as there are no problems with the MiG series, the J-6 is also an imitation of the MiG-19. We originally used it as a training aircraft. We can make it fly in just one day, don't worry."

The mercenary pilots Zok Nikonov and Bell Susanin, who were found by Jedin, looked at each other, walked up and took a look at the two J-6s, their eyes were full of pride and confidence, and in their hearts , these two J-6s are just children's toys, they can play with them easily.

"Ha, Jadin, you are very lucky. The two pilots you found are really good."

The arms dealer Shkurta, who had made a fortune, was in a good mood and flattered agent Jie Ding without hesitation.

The two J-6s had their logos and paint worn off, and the shiny silver J-6s flew in formation at an altitude of 600 meters above the ground with the roar of thunder.

Two cells of short-range air-to-air missiles and two sets of rockets were mounted under the wings, flying straight to the northeast with murderous intent.

The tails of the two lightweight fighter jets were only distinguished by the Arabic numerals "1" and "2" painted with inferior paint.

There is no ground radar or communication tower. Everything is kept simple. There is only a satellite phone and a map installed in front of the cockpit. It is just a patchwork of things that can be used.

"Bell, we are almost there. Haha, what a game. Oh my god, there is no radar. We rely entirely on toy-like civilian satellite map navigation and ground satellite phone positioning."

"Yes, Zoke, they are just three 'Super Tucanos'. Their speed is not half as fast as ours. They are simply living targets. The Pili 1 air-to-air missiles we brought can just lock them with radar waves. Thank you Albania. It’s not that they kept it improperly, we really couldn’t get such a suitable fighter.”

"Bell, I see them, two of them, oh, slow as a chick, lock on!"

"Yes, there is no need for the fighter to use foreplay, let's go straight to it! Complete the lock! Get ready!"