Dragoon fighter

Although there is no dragon god contract and dragon flute to restrain this giant dragon that will still reveal its imprisoned and unruly nature, he believes that if this giant dragon dares to harm him, as long as it runs ten kilometers away from him, it will definitely He came back beaten all over again.

Satellites in the sky and radars on the ground, no matter how old they are, are definitely not decorations for such a super metal lump.

Human beings have always been extremely stubborn about their own territory. Whether it was Lin Mo's original world or this world, the values ​​​​for land are surprisingly consistent.

This represents a space for survival that will not be compromised by any race or life.

"Hmph~"

The giant gold dragon groaned angrily and trembled all over. The sharp scales and spines on its body shrank rapidly, shrinking together with its body, and finally shrank back to its original watch.

This guy's attempt to stimulate Lin Mo to change his career failed, and instead made him full of resentment. This bastard knight was still the same as before, able to make himself furious, but there was nothing he could do about him.

"snort"

Lin Mo also snorted, grabbed the watch floating in front of his eyes and clasped it on his wrist. He turned around and began to look at the entire valley. It was such an unlucky place. It was surrounded by cliffs on all sides. Lin Mo identified the direction. Go look for the location where the wreckage of your fighter jet fell and see if you can find anything that can be used.

For the dragon knight to climb with bare hands, he only needed to support his own weight. Lin Mo flexibly grabbed the rocks like a spider, walking on flat ground.

"Cough cough cough" Muhammaji, the captain of the Thakar team of the "Lapis Lazuli" castle, raised his head, resisting the burning discomfort in his lungs, and coughed up a stream of saliva and sand from his mouth. The object was still in a daze in my brain, and I tried to lift it up to see the vast sky, and the hot breath was still exuding in the air.

Although I don’t know how long I was unconscious, the sky started to get brighter little by little, as if it was the morning of the second or third day, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that I was still alive and could still see the sun rising. rise.

"This is this," Muhammedji remembered the red flames before he lost consciousness and the loud noise that shook his internal organs.

The half-broken AK-47 in his hand stood up unsteadily, and the rubble and bricks that were weighing on him were shaken to the ground.

There were corpses everywhere, flames everywhere, traces of blood that had dried and turned black filled the sight, and there were still a few moans.

From time to time, you can hear the bang of exploding bullets.

This is hell 1

When he thought of the fighter jet that looked like the arrival of a devil, Muhammedji began to tremble all over. Damn it, so many missiles couldn't shoot down the opponent. Is the pilot a god?

At that time, his "Jihadi National Liberation Army" guerrillas were completely destroyed by a fighter jet overnight. As soon as he saw the fighter jet, Muhammaji could not suppress the fear that penetrated deep into his bones.

Among the ruins, he was breathing heavily, and it took him a long time to regain his sense and calmness. His godless eyes were scanning the surroundings aimlessly. From Muhammedji's perspective, there seemed to be a suddenly similar figure.

"Lira 1 Lira 1 my brother"

He stumbled over and ran over, feeling excited. As for the life and death of other people, it was none of his business. As long as the people he had a good relationship with were still alive, it was enough.

Muhammedji didn't want him to be the only living person left here. Human beings couldn't bear to be alone. Breathing alone in this hell full of death was a kind of torture for him.

Just like a dog running around with its tail between its legs, there is no way around it. It is not easy to find a way to survive in this desolate place.

Lira seemed to be half-leaning in front of a broken stone, silent and unresponsive to Muhammedji's shouts.

"Lira, what's wrong with Lira? Are you okay?" Muhammaji ran limping hard among the messy gravels. He saw clearly that it was Lira's clothes. Why was this guy sitting here in a daze.

This is understandable. It takes a long time for many people to recover from their collapsed nerves after being baptized by such horrific bombings and deaths.

Muhammedji pressed his hand on Lira's back, but he didn't expect that the other party would fall sideways in response, rolling to the ground as if he had lost weight, and turned upside down.

Hiss~

Muhammedji took a breath of air. The lower half of his fellow countryman nicknamed "Big-Eared Fox" was missing, leaving only the half-blackened upper body. A vaguely familiar face could be seen, but it had been damaged by the high temperature. The flames burned away until most of the terrifying skull face remained.

Lila, the fellow "big-eared fox", has been out of breath for a long time.

Silent tears fell from Muhammedji's cheeks to the ground, which was extremely dry and still emitted residual heat.

The 500-kilogram liquid hydrogen cloud explosion bomb brought only destruction to the "Lapis Lazuli" castle. The red fireball full of death covered the area with scorched black marks everywhere, and everything within the direct killing radius was filled with death and no life. A living fire purgatory.

Although the castle covers an area of ​​about several hundred acres, the second ring of impact bo outside the flame range is also a death zone that selects and devours people. The strong cloud burst impact bo is even more lethal than the heavy artillery.

This is not to mention the suffocating area that has been evacuated of oxygen. Even if there is a bunker to avoid the impact, the lack of oxygen still means the end of life.

"Ah l~~~~~~~~"

A desperate cry like a wounded lone wolf came from the castle that was mostly in ruins.

The comfort zone I had just found not long ago was gone once again.

The power of cloud explosive bombs is so great that when used in complex terrain, it is simply a super killer weapon. Almost most of the East Turkistan elements stationed in the castle were annihilated at once.

It was like a lost ghost wandering among the ruins of the broken wall, rummaging around. When the sun was about to set again, Muhammedji only found dozens of people alive, almost all of them were injured, and nearly half of them were injured. There was only one dying breath left.

Suddenly there was a thundering roar from the sky, and a small black dot flew over from far to near.

"Enemy Attack 1 Enemy Attack"

Muhammedji almost reflexively threw himself into the wasteland and dug desperately. His fingers that were already bloody could almost see the pale bones, and he took out an AK- with half of the butt missing.

47, pulled the bolt, loaded the gun, and pointed it at the sky.

Those who were still alive in the castle stood up blankly, while those who couldn't just turned their heads and looked blankly at the black armed helicopter in the sky, which was getting closer and closer.

The two most impressive air raids in his life have given him a deep fear of airplanes. If he knew that the initiator of the two air raids was actually the same person, he might even have thoughts of committing suicide.

It’s my own plane 1

Mr. Lawrence's plane, Muhammaji recognized it as Lapis Lazuli Castle's own helicopter. It flew away two days ago. He didn't expect to fly back today. He breathed a sigh of relief. If it was the enemy, He could just choose to commit suicide now.

After two armed men equipped with brand-new AK-74s jumped out of the plane first, they quickly glanced around and pointed their guns at Muhammedji, who was so frightened that he quickly threw the gun aside.

This is the most elite guard soldier in the castle. He always only follows big shots and is responsible for protecting them. If he holds a gun himself, isn't he looking for death?

"Who are you? What's going on here?"

A white man wearing a light-colored suit, buttoned up the suit neatly, and wearing black sunglasses, was helped out of the helicopter by armed personnel who got off the plane first, walked up to Muhammedji, and looked him up and down.

"We were attacked, dead, all dead."

Muhammedji seemed to have found his backbone. The violent movement just now drained his energy again. He quickly threw himself at the opponent's feet and stammered.

The "Lapis Lazuli" castle was finished and turned into ruins. Muhammedji didn't know where to go. He could only hope that this big man could give him a way to survive. Otherwise, there would be only a dead end in this desolate Hindu Kush Mountains. One piece.

"Tell me clearly, what exactly happened?"

The white man in a suit was obviously not satisfied with Muhammaji's answer at all. Even the blind man knew that the ruins and the defeated soldiers with two or three kittens in front of him must have been attacked.

Although the white man's tone was very calm, it contained some unquestionable majesty and oppression, which was completely the style of a superior.

Muhammedji shrank his neck and quickly explained obediently with gestures: "Yes, someone sneaked in and robbed several people in the cell. Then a jet plane came over to drop bombs and strafed. We fired It fired a lot of missiles, but they couldn't be shot down. Finally, the plane dropped a bomb, which turned into a huge fireball in mid-air. The explosion was so powerful that it shone directly from the sky. It was too powerful. Later, I also I don’t know anything anymore, and when I open my eyes, it’s already like this here.”

As he spoke, he wiped away tears and seemed very pitiful.

After Muhammedji finished speaking, he looked at the white men in suits, hoping that the adults could make arrangements for them.

"Okay, Lou got it." The white man nodded noncommittally, thought for a while, then turned and walked directly to the plane, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer.

"Sir, sir! For the sake of Allah, save us." Muhammedji stretched out his hands in a prayer gesture, and looked back at the people behind him who also had expectations in the ruins. If no one cares about them, what will happen if they are missing? With little medical treatment, half of them may not be able to survive until tomorrow morning, and the rest will not survive more than three days due to wound infection and lack of food and water.

The huge 500 kilogram fireball not only destroyed the ammunition depot, but also burned other material reserves at the same time.

The shadow of the god of death has gradually enveloped him as the sun sets. ! .