"Captain Cat, what's wrong?" Lindeford was a little anxious.

He hadn't seen the Persian fighter in the sky that had turned into a thumb-sized one. I couldn't help but be surprised when I saw the dead cat as if it had seen a mouse, and then I heard the air raid siren.

"Enemy attack!"

Lin Defu realized it later, and only then did he scream in horror and jump out, this is the bridge!

Where can I escape?

"It's finally here. Seeing that the fighter jet in the sky, which had become the size of a thumb, was flying at high speed and expanding rapidly, he lost the urge to run away in the first place.

After waiting for so many days, it's finally here.

You don't have to endure the torture and suffering of being scared and afraid.

"Captain Lin, please don't mess around. Ordered everyone to continue to follow the route, and leave the rest to us, and never let the other side's bombs fall on the tanker. Dunzi turned his head to see Lindeford's movements, and frowned.

In this situation, if you mess up your position and don't need to be bombed by the other side, if you don't do it well, the power system will be damaged, and you won't be able to leave if you want to.

Lindeford now has the intention of dying, where can he still move?

There was no one at the helm in the wheelhouse, and the course of the giant ship began to change a little.

Fortunately, this is the middle area of the Strait of Hormuz, and the water is very deep, so there is no danger of running aground.

An F4 Phantom fighter with two huge anti-ship missiles hanging under its belly, the pilot kept watching the huge oil tanker on the sea whose trajectory had begun to be chaotic, the one that the superior ordered to bomb the oil tanker that transported crude oil to the damned Arabs.

The fighter approached the tanker at high speed.

Getting closer.

The pilot's finger had already pressed the bomb drop button, but he could see the huge flag flying on the tanker that was getting closer and closer, and he had never seen it at all.

What the heck?

The pilot was a little stunned.

Carried out an unknown number of missions in the Strait of Hormuz, such a flag has never been seen.

On top of that, it looks like a crab?

Curiosity, the pilot began to lower his altitude and approach quickly, wanting to get a good view of the flag flying on the tanker.

"Boss, when the opportunity comes, do you want to open fire?"

On a small platform on the upper deck of the bridge of the Sea Giant, a mercenary with oil paint on his face squatted on the ground, and the avant-garde anti-aircraft missile on his shoulder had locked on the F4 Phantom fighter that was getting closer and closer, and was lowering altitude.

Even, two huge silver-white anti-ship missiles under the belly of the fighter can be faintly seen.

On the shoulder of the pier, he was also carrying a Qianwei-2 individual air defense missile, and the lid of the outlet part of the launch canister had been lifted, aiming at the fighter flying in the distance, but he did not pull the launch button, "Everyone listen, the other party can't fire before the bomb attacks!"

Passive defense is not the same thing as active fire.

What's more, it is necessary to test whether the avant-garde individual anti-aircraft missile can intercept anti-ship missiles.

"Meow, damn it, fly so close, and I'm not afraid of being stabbed down by the stick in the cat's hand!"

Originally, the two squads already had four avant-garde anti-aircraft missiles, but when they were about to complete refueling in the waters of Kuwait, they were airlifted by helicopters of the Kuwaiti military and transported six more, almost reaching the scale of one individual anti-aircraft missile per person.

The mercenaries were all crawling around on the battlefield, and if it weren't for the order of the officer leading the team, the mercenaries would have fired missiles long ago.

"Crab?" the Persian pilot on the F-4 finally saw what the strange flag was.

It turned out to be a crab with teeth and claws, and on two huge pincers, one was holding a cannonball or a bullet, and the other was holding a gun on it.

The pilot was weird in his heart, but he didn't dig deeper.

No matter who the other side is, if they dare to help the damned Iraqis carry oil, they are their enemies, and they are the targets of their attacks.

Of course, you can't let the other party die too easily.

Every time such a task of bombing an oil tanker is carried out, it is almost the simplest, and at most there are some individual anti-aircraft missiles with backward performance on board, and there are obviously no on this tanker, otherwise it would have been fired.

"Machine gun fire, drive that fighter away!"

The fighter plane, which could clearly see the huge missile in the belly of the F-4, still did not give the order to launch the anti-aircraft missile.

Such a distance is almost the best range for avant-garde anti-aircraft missiles.

"Da Da Da ......"

Distributed in the front, middle and rear areas of the tanker, the machine gun spat out a volley of bullets.

"Machine gun?" The F-4 pilot couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth when he saw the fire flashing on the ship, and he pressed the control stick suddenly, and the fighter plane changed from the original horizontal flight state to a 45-degree angle and dived downward.

"Then let you see the ghost's cannon!" On the ghost fighter, the pilot operated the fighter to dive while activating the fighter's auxiliary weapon, the M61A1 20mm Gatling gun!

It is called the fire god's cannon.

In the center line of the Goblin belly, the barrel of the 6-barreled Gatling cannon begins to rotate.

"Da Da Da ......"

The pilot's finger pressed the launch button, and the Gatling cannon was already spewing out a string of tongues of fire.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A volley of 20-mm artillery shells fell into the water next to the Sea Giant.

"Don't launch! The other party is scaring us!" Dunzi cursed in his heart, and almost immediately, he was about to press the launch button.

In the end, however, he did not see a single shell land on the deck.

Soon, the roar of the Gatling cannon stopped, but the fighter plane was still diving, and the altitude was getting lower and lower.

"Get down, cover your ears, and open your mouth wide!" Seeing the intention of the opponent's fighter, he hurriedly issued an explicit order through the walkie-talkie.

Throughout the ship, all the mercenaries reacted at the first time.

"Boom~"

When the F-4 Phantom fighter saw that it was about to crash into the Sea Giant, it laughed wildly and pulled up the joystick.

The fighter plane slammed its head 20 meters above the side of the Sea Giant, the tail engine finally flew less than 5 meters from the edge of the ship's side, and the black printing of the two C-801 in English letters and Arabic numerals on the belly of the fighter was extremely conspicuous.

However, at this moment, only a few mercenaries lying on the deck and turning their heads saw the paint on the two huge missiles.

C-801, Chinese Exocet missile.

How could it be installed on the fighters of the Americans?

Fighter planes roared past, and the deck was stirred up with a violent wave of air.

The purpose of the F-4 pilots was to use the violent air waves stirred by the fighter planes flying at high speed to cause the eardrums of the people on the ship to fire due to the sudden change in air pressure......

"Kill it!"

Dunzi, who didn't know the situation on the deck, found that there were several crew members next to him who were slapping their heads and covering their ears, and they didn't know the situation at the fire point in the middle of the deck, and they were furious.

"Huh~er~"

An avant-garde trailed towards the F-4 in the sky, which was already far away.

"Drip, drip, drip, drip......"

The pilot of the F-4 Phantom fighter was triumphant, but the radar system was locked and a rush siren sounded.

"Anti-aircraft missiles?"

The pilot, who was also considered the elite of the Persian air force, quickly pulled the fighter up, and at the same time manipulated the fighter to roll over and leave the original flight path.

While the fighter plane rolled on its side, the pilot still had the energy to look behind him, and a small missile was rapidly closing the distance.

In desperation, the pilot could only quickly maneuver the fighter plane to continue evasion.

There are anti-aircraft missiles!

And unlike the backward anti-aircraft missiles he encountered before, this anti-aircraft missile barely interrupted the lock for a moment after his maneuver, and the flight trajectory in the air was also extremely coquettish.

The "Dididi......" alarm is still sounding.

The pilot was in a hurry, and in desperation, he did not dare to continue to pull the fighter up, but pressed the control stick, and the nose of the plane went down, and swooped down to the sea level.

"That fighter pilot can't figure out how to commit suicide?" Lin Defu, who had just been knocked to the ground by the air wave, got up and saw this scene, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

"This dog is so smart!" the scream of the dun sounded.

Sure enough, the fighter plane was about to plunge into the sea, flattened suddenly, and then flew close to the sea level.

The avant-garde missile that was chasing behind actually followed behind, plunged headlong into the water, and never made any more movement.

The F-4 Phantom pilot picked up a life from the brink of death, made sure that there were no missiles behind him, pulled up the fighter, and turned around at a long distance, this time he did not take it lightly as before, but with a serious demeanor, a few kilometers away, he locked the huge oil tanker, and then pressed the launch button.

The C-801 anti-ship missile, which was originally mounted on the weapon hardpoint under the wing, fell freely from the hardpoint at a distance of one or two meters from the wing, and the tail engine violently spewed out a ball of flames, and the missile flew quickly towards the tanker in the distance.

Two huge missiles were launched, and the F-4 fighter jet sprang into the sky at a faster speed.

The huge anti-ship missile, having flown for some distance, has reduced its altitude to a position of about 20 meters above sea level and began to skim the sea.

"Anti-ship missiles!"

Dunzi hadn't seen the anti-ship missile launch at first, and the fighter plane in the distance was rapidly jumping towards the sky, but there were two lower white dots leaving two white trails in the clear sky.

Suddenly my heart was in a hurry.

"What would he have thought if he had known that his oil had been destroyed by the missiles he sold?" the dead cat did not complain at this time, but whispered with a strange smile.

The C-801 was not sold by Xie Kai.

But it was believed that Xie Kai sold it.

"Intercept! Launch missiles, intercept!" Dunzi didn't care to scold Xie Kai, a bastard, for selling anti-ship missiles indiscriminately.

The naked eye can see that the two C-01 anti-ship missiles in the distance that are flying towards the tanker here at high speed are constantly flying up and down the sea, and this trajectory is not as easy to intercept as ordinary missiles.

"Boom!Boom!Boom!"

With four soft sounds in a row, four Qianwei-2 anti-aircraft missiles quickly rushed towards the two C801s that were constantly moving up and down and flying across the sea......