Dragoon fighter

The helicopter that debuted not long ago did not expect that a propeller fighter would rush out of the valley. Unprepared, the tail of the helicopter was hit by a meter-caliber bullet.

The tail propeller was smashed to pieces, and the fuselage immediately lost its balance and spun out of control.

The people in the plane yelled and wanted to jump out, but the height of more than 100 meters above the ground daunted them. The pilot in the cab screamed and held on to the control stick, trying to control the plane as much as possible. Slow descent speed emergency landing.

To hell with that battlefield support mission! It would be great to survive.

Being able to survive is the blessing of Allah. The miserable coalition helicopters only had time to shoot dozens of rounds of bullets on the battlefield to make a show, and then had to hurriedly exit the scene.

The propeller-type fighter jet that suddenly came out of the way didn't seem to let go of the helicopter. It pulled a big bend sideways and circled back at ultra-low altitude among the mountains. The Browning heavy machine guns on both sides of the wing roared again.

The meter-caliber bullet accurately hit the helicopter, and a cloud of blood mist erupted from the door and the cab, instantly tearing the entire aircraft into a ball of fire in the air and falling heavily to the ground. ground.

"here you go!"

On the mountain pass position, Cardia shook his fist at the sky. Without the threat of helicopters, the initiative on the battlefield was once again in his hands.

"It's a joke!" Lin Mo shook the wings and began to climb up. The militants on the ground who had already reacted aimed at the sky and kept shooting. Such small-caliber weapons were quite threatening to the old aircraft.

With the engine at full output, the speed of the fighter jet suddenly climbed up a level and flew over a ridge, throwing away all the bullets behind it.

Mountains are not only the main battlefield for helicopters, but also the main battlefield for propeller fighter jets.

Fortunately, the village chief Mudd Zariyev was able to find this ace fighter of World War II. If it were to be replaced by a jet fighter, I don’t know where to get aviation kerosene. The piston propeller fighter with General Motors gasoline is obviously more economical and more economical. reliable.

The completely aged plexiglass windshield of the P-51 "Mustang" was completely knocked off, and the cockpit was now fully open, but Lin Mo was not affected by the turbulent airflow that poured into the cabin.

In fact, Lin Mo's aviation helmets are of very good quality and are even more practical than the leather hoods from the Second World War.

The Dragon Knight has long been accustomed to being exposed to high-altitude high-speed airflow. Lin Mo did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, he felt a familiar feeling of reliving old dreams. The strong wind was a comfortable enjoyment for him.

While still in the valley, Lin Mo had already detected the enemy's dispatch of helicopters through light mirror technology.

Therefore, he took off early with a P-51 "Mustang" fighter jet filled with fuel, took advantage of the terrain, rushed out of the mountain pass, and directly shot down the aircraft that posed a serious threat to the mountain pass defense position with speed and advantage. helicopter.

The opponent is just an ordinary civilian helicopter, relying only on two gunmen holding machine guns to shoot at the ground. It does not even have decent air-to-air weapons. I am afraid that even the owner of the helicopter has never thought of such an air battle. one day.

"Mr. Knight, Mr. Knight!"

The voice of the mercenary leader Aibike came from Lin Mo's helmet earphones.

"'Knight' received!"

Lin Mo responded that he made himself a mask-style microphone to prevent airflow from interfering with the call.

The airborne radio can directly contact the relay station on the ground, and can combine various standards and specifications for use. This is one thing. Maybe after Lin Mo retires, instead of working in a design institute, he can work in some communication company. Eat food.

"The enemy has dispatched helicopters, I hope you can suppress them."

Abby's voice was very polite. After all, he was asking for something. He didn't have any commanding tone.

"No need, I've already shot him down, haha."

Lin Mo laughed, and then said: "I'll go to their camp and look for some targets. Cardia should be able to handle it at the mountain pass." -

Within the coalition camp at Gem Valley Pass.

The big and small leaders of the "Taliban", "Allah Purification Group", "Jihadi Army" and "World Uyghur Congress" were all gathered in the big tent in the center of the camp.

Including the middle-aged white man Lawrence, there were about ten people in total sitting around a large table made up of several simple aluminum alloy tables. It was these people, attracted by money and supplies, who brought their soldiers and gathered together. Come together and participate in the carving up of Gem Valley.

Because they are exclusive thugs specially bred by various large forces, their combat effectiveness and equipment are far superior to ordinary small bandits who roam around.

This coalition is a force that cannot be underestimated no matter where it is.

Last night, the news that the night attack test team was wiped out cast a shadow on all the leaders. Neither Muzatuyev nor Stark, the leaders of the "World Uyghur Congress", appeared in the tent.

But everyone knows their whereabouts, and they may never come back.

But Lawrence, a middle-aged white man, was obviously a little irritable. He had never encountered such a difficult thing before. There were only more than a thousand civilians and dozens of mercenaries. From the information he asked from the captured scouts, he could get The total number of young men who took up arms and went to the battlefield was only more than 300, and they had not even received any decent military training. Compared with the soldiers in the hands of the leaders in front of them, they were simply not on the same level.

It was supposed to be a charge, a matter of bulldozing every minute, but it happened that such a group of rabble, which had never seen blood, successfully blocked a hundred soldiers led by Muzatuyev and Stark. Multiple people.

These two unlucky guys not only failed to take advantage, but also risked their own lives. Unexpectedly, the entire army was wiped out, and no one escaped alive.

If it weren't for repeated confirmation, the leaders present would have thought that these two guys had unfortunately bumped into the U.S. Delta Force.

But this is not the key. Lawrence, a middle-aged white man, does not care about the life and death of these guys in front of him. What really bothers him is the questioning from the other side of the earth.

This made it impossible for him to sit quietly in the camp and constantly sent his men to confirm, but no matter what, he could not find the whereabouts of the two "Stryker" wheeled armored vehicles that rushed out of the camp. They seemed to evaporate out of thin air and disappeared from the earth. , nothing remains except tire tracks and footprints.

Boom!~

Lawrence slammed his fist on the table, startling the leaders who were holding teacups and sharing afternoon tea, and interrupted their chirping chat.

Tea is an important communication tool for Afghans. This tea is indispensable at any time.

The sudden sound made all the leaders feel frightened. Although there was only one person on the other side, he was able to command them all, and all the four major organizations above provided full support.

In addition to the other party's feared "agent" status, there is also the shadow of a certain big country behind it. This is the reason why they, these vicious and cruel people who kill without blinking an eye, dare not even complain, and are honest and obedient. .

"We can't wait any longer." Lawrence said viciously, as if venting his anger, "Order everyone to prepare for a strong attack. Adding fuel tactics will only benefit those in Gem Valley. Concentrate all heavy weapons. Hit me hard and use firepower to clear the way."

Gem Valley, what a beautiful name, will soon be theirs.

In fact, there are two meanings in Lawrence's words. He has sent dozens of people to search the nearby area for dozens of miles, but no trace of armored vehicles has been found. So the only possibility is to be captured and captured by people in Gem Valley. It was seized. Although this is very unlikely, no matter what, we have to go in and search before we can confirm it.

So far, the two people who disappeared inexplicably have no results to reply to that side.

The people on that side were pressing too hard. After all, the value of these equipment far exceeded the value of these 700 armed men and their weapons.

"Whoever invades the valley first will get 30% of the land!"

In order to confirm the news and respond to the inquiries from the other side, Lawrence directly dropped a shocking bomb.

There was a dead silence in the tent at first, and everyone stared at him. Then a burst of cheers broke out. A land with beautiful scenery and abundant water and grass, which can be planted and grazed. Coupled with the dangerous geographical location, it is simply peaceful. The cornucopia given by Ra, and it can account for 30%, is almost an endless stream of wealth.

The leaders went crazy all of a sudden, quarreling with each other to take the lead. As long as they could get in, 30% of the land was enough to withstand no matter how heavy the casualties were.

For them, soldiers can be recruited and guns can be reproduced, but land is not renewable.

Lawrence had completely overturned the original attack plan, and did not care to think about the method of gradually consuming the effective forces in the valley through piecemeal attacks. Not only could he reduce his own casualties, he could even capture some slaves and hard laborers in the end.

Attack the valley at all costs. If the two Strykers are really captured, at least they can rescue people.

What was originally an easy trip and a good way to make extra money turned into a hornet's nest that was opened. Lawrence even imagined that if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation, he might fly from where. One bullet will turn your head into a watermelon.

In this world, in the dark corners that civilians cannot see, the reality is still too cruel.

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