Dragoon fighter

The explosion of an ammunition truck caused great damage. The air defense position composed of anti-aircraft machine guns was directly razed to the ground on the spot, sending the brave leader of the armed organization to hell.

The truck carrying daily necessities was too close to the explosion, and it was unable to withstand the impact of the shock wave and rolled over, leaving a bloody mess on the ground.

"Breakout! Rush out!"

"Captain Heim is dead, let's leave quickly."

"Get out of here, Bardello, find a car and we'll rush out."

The nearby armed men witnessed this scene with their own eyes. They no longer had the will to fight. Even if they persisted, they would not get half of the bonus. Even if they escaped, the terrible Captain Heim would not be able to come out of hell and cut them into human beings. stick.

The armed personnel who had completely lost their command fell into a leaderless situation. They had no overall perspective at all. They were worried about saving their own lives, so they couldn't care less about the fighter jets in the sky. Damn it, it would be better to escape one by one than to die here.

There is chaos everywhere. After all, they are not professional soldiers, but mercenaries who are just for money. Even though many of them are professional soldiers, they are unable to control the chaos of the war.

The peripheral special service brigade immediately seized the opportunity, advanced further, and tightened the entire encirclement.

There was no longer any threat from effective anti-air fire on the ground, but the "Mustang" continued to drop in altitude, reaching a height of 1,000 meters above the ground in the blink of an eye.

Lin Mo's face was still expressionless, and he firmly pulled the joystick back with both hands. The engine entered an overload state, and the engine made a strange howling sound.

Just when it was diving, the maximum diving speed of the "Mustang" even reached nearly 1,000 kilometers per hour, which is already a very amazing speed.

It rushed to the ground at a speed of nearly 280 meters per second, but it was not very easy to pull it up again.

At this time, we can only rely on whether the structural strength of the aircraft body can continue to maintain the aerodynamic layout and the power brought by the engine to escape the fighter from the falling energy.

Lin Mo is very confident in the structure of the gold-type giant dragon.

The products produced by Julong must be of high quality.

This has nothing to do with technology, even in another world. The same sentence applies. The long lifespan of dragons allows them to master near-perfect skills.

However, not every dragon, including those in the growth stage, has the patience to consider a profession. Their favorite life is eating, sleeping, and living like a lazy pig.

Lin Mo trusted the gold-type giant dragon's skill, which was completely instinctive, if he couldn't even eat it. That's really worse than a pig.

The aircraft made a weird creaking sound, and finally leveled off little by little. When it was almost crashing straight into the defense position of the armed organization, it leveled out from the fall. With a bang, it flew straight out, even from the belly of the aircraft. It narrowly missed a nearby hill.

"My mother. Who is this? Such a wicked and smoky person will scare people to death!"

The special service sniper Han Dazhi who was ambushing on this hill was almost scared to death by the "Wild Horse" rushing toward him. If a large plane rushed to a distance of less than two meters away from him, the belly of the plane would almost hit him. On the forehead.

This kind of pressure and visual shock makes people's minds go completely blank for a moment, and the camouflage net on the body is immediately blown away to an unknown place.

"This guy is so brave!"

The observer next to him, who was also his squad leader, Xie Songchao, raised his hand and pointed his middle finger fiercely at the fighter that had been pulled over again.

This is the infantry's natural disdain for pilots, and they will beat you into a turkey if you kill them.

"These pilots just like to fly around in the sky and have no rest at all. On the ground, they are like chickens and are just like young soldiers. Look at how good our army is. They work hard and are covered with manly medals. This He is a true iron-blooded man."

With a proud tone, Han Dazhi pulled the Bartley heavy sniper in his hand and reloaded a 12.7 mm steel core sniper bullet. As soon as his white teeth were exposed, the steel helmet on his head received a heavy blow.

"You are stupid!" As Han Dazhi's squad leader, observer Xie Songchao withdrew his violent hand with an expression of hatred for steel, glared at the ignorant novice sniper, and said, "You are stupid. , why don’t you read more books. If you have scars all over your body, will you be allowed to go to heaven? What a pig! Pilots are not allowed to have scars on their bodies."

"Hehehehe, I'm the squad leader. I will study hard and make progress every day." Han Dazhi touched his head and giggled a few times, then turned around and gritted his teeth and put on the sniper scope. He cursed in a voice that only he could hear: "You said I'm stupid! You said I'm stupid! You said I'm stupid." Every time he said a word, he pulled the trigger hard, and then loaded the gun repeatedly.

The bullets with infinite resentment were fired into the enemy's camp, bringing up clouds of blood mist that chased souls and killed people.

"What the hell are you doing? You want to scare me to death."

Lieutenant Colonel Deng Ronggang, the commander of this operation of the special service group, was also frightened out of his wits by this thrilling scene. He almost thought that the pilot assigned from above was going to cause trouble.

If an ace pilot is lost here, their special service team really can't afford it, their reputation will be seriously damaged, and they will never need air support again in the future.

Is this guy a talented person and a bold person, or is he just a lunatic?

In the past, there were many dangerous situations. The commander, Lieutenant Colonel Deng, who was not afraid of danger, now felt his heart beating up and down. He cursed a few times and turned his attention back to the battlefield again.

Lieutenant Colonel Deng had already noticed that after the attack that was even more thrilling than the stunt performance, the enemy camp had fallen into chaos. It seemed that the attack just now killed a big fish.

It’s okay to be chaotic, as long as there is chaos, there will be opportunities.

Even the most powerful stragglers cannot defeat the organized and disciplined regular army. Lieutenant Colonel Deng, the commander of the special service brigade, immediately seized this opportunity and issued an order to surround the three towers. The firepower on the east, west, and south sides was immediately doubled, and they left behind With his hands, multiple large-caliber machine guns were pushed out, and small cloud burst bombs were even used.

Since Mongolia and Russia do not allow too many Chinese special service soldiers to enter the country, they cannot form a military advantage against the enemy.

Now that the enemy's numerical superiority has lost its command, it is no longer possible to prevent the war from ending. The remaining armed personnel of this organization have become the last officers, being eaten one after another.

The eight rescued girls were brought safely five kilometers away from the battlefield. Although they were still shivering and shaken while wrapped in blankets, their emotions had stabilized a lot after drinking a few mouthfuls of hot soup.

It's just that the two real masters who led them to escape were brave enough to sneak into the enemy camp and take the most critical step. The two special service soldiers, oh no, should be two team captains with extremely rich combat experience. Among them One of them is being bandaged by a hygienist.

When the fighter jets jumped out of the rising sun and launched the first wave of attacks to annihilate all the pursuers, the captain of the special service team, who was running wildly with a girl on his left and right holding a bow, relaxed and lost his left leg after running a few steps. I tripped my right leg and fell to the ground, almost causing the famous American president to chew on the dirt (Kennedy).

When this extremely brave team leader was still trying to get up, he realized that his legs, which were quickly numb and unconscious, had been shot three times. Two of the shots grazed the calf, and the other shot directly opened a hole in the thigh. , and later it was checked that no bones were injured, so he managed to run a few more steps with all his courage.

If you fall behind, you will definitely be caught in the explosion and flames at the same time as the pursuers behind you.

When the three Russian girls discovered that the Chinese man who rescued them was injured and could not get up, they resolutely turned around with several other Chinese girls and dragged him by his arms and legs. Come back.

I don’t know where these weak women got their courage and strength from.

The gunshots and explosions were still intensive, but both the enemy and ourselves knew that the battle would be over soon.

Ten minutes later, when Lin Mo's "Mustang" landed on the nearby grass, the battle came to an end. Nearly one-fifth of the members of the armed organization dropped their weapons and walked out of the shattered convoy.

The special service soldiers used life detectors to carefully search every corner on the battlefield, and shot each corpse in the head.

This kind of caution is very necessary when fighting such a fierce enemy. The enemy's life is worthless compared to one's own precious soldiers. The military is reluctant to touch other people's tiles with its own jade.

What's more, these are extremely vicious gangsters.

"Reporting to the squadron leader, 163 enemy people were annihilated, 32 were captured, 2 of ours were seriously injured, 25 were slightly injured, and there were no deaths. On-site supplies are being counted, and the count is expected to be completed in two hours."

The soldiers who completed the statistics on site reported the preliminary results loudly to Lieutenant Colonel Deng Ronggang, the commander of the operation plan.

Several tents were set up on the edge of the battlefield as a temporary aftermath camp, waiting for domestic transport helicopters to respond. They did not have the freedom of a self-driving plane like Lin Mo.

"I see."

Lieutenant Colonel Deng nodded, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

The absolute firepower attack achieved the desired effect and avoided unnecessary sacrifices.

This is also the result of relying on the air fire support of fighter jets. If we only rely on our own soldiers and equipment, I am afraid that there will be casualties in the battle. After all, the opponents are armed bandits with not only sophisticated but also abundant weapons and equipment.

That pilot, Lieutenant Colonel Deng Ronggang, glanced at Lin Mo, who was inspecting the P-51 "Mustang" not far away, and shook his head secretly. He was definitely a crazy guy. This madness was really unbearable.

Compared with ordinary pilots, this guy's sharp offensive awareness satisfied the special service team more, and he was given a perfect five-point rating.

"Those prisoners?" The soldier who delivered the order still stood there, hesitating.