Some of the tension at the beginning of the war disappeared along with the first wave of missiles on the screen. Peng Bo looked at the traces of missiles on the screen and turned his head to Jin Hu and said, "Then it's up to us below!".

Jin Hu raised his hand at Peng Bo: "Now you are the commander!" All the command here is in your hands," he said, taking two steps back, turning to a chair and sitting down.

watched Jin Hu sit in the chair and stilt Erlang's legs. Peng Bo turned his head and gave the first combat order to the armed infantry sitting on the control platform: "The blood bats of the base are in the air!" Knock these things out for me! Also, I'm talking to the captains of three submarines! ”。 He took the phone from the infantryman next to him, put it in his ear and immediately said, "I'm Commander Peng Bo!" I order you to carry out the strike plan B! Lads! Give me some bitch to see the color! ”。

The sound of the alarm not only woke up Jin Hu and the others, but also the recruits in the base were also awakened by the alarm. All the recruits ran out of the barracks and stood outside the barracks under the leadership of their captain looking out at the surrounding hills.

"Look!" Some sharp-eyed soldiers watched as missiles from two launchers on a hillside burst into the sky with bright tail flames. In the blink of an eye, it seemed to be mixed with the starlight in the sky. There seemed to be a few more shining stars in the whole night sky, and they couldn't be found in front of people's eyes.

"Over there!" There was another group of blood bats that some soldiers had spotted in the air. Without waiting for this batch of missiles to disappear from sight, a soldier suddenly shouted: "Kill these mongrels!" Then he threw his military hat into the sky! And then there's a burst of blowing up these mongrels! There was a sound in the base. Countless military caps were thrown into the sky, and some were thrown too high in the night to be recovered.

The cheers of the soldiers woke up all the people in the family area. Zhang Zhengmin rolled up from the bed, opened the curtain of his bedroom, and saw the missiles rising in the night sky, streaking across the night sky like a deep sapphire. He took out a cigarette from his body, lit it and put it to his mouth, and said softly: "Finally the war has begun!" And the wife, who was also awakened, watched Zhang Zhengmin silently and did not shout at the old man to extinguish the cigarette this time.

At the same time as the alarm sounded at the airport, there were originally a few lights that were brightly lit at this time, and all the fighters hangar doors were wide open, and the domestic pilots quickly turned over and turned over from the small bed of the hangar, ran to the edge of the pool a few steps away, threw a handful of water on their faces, and picked up the helmets next to them, waiting to finish all this. () Also from China, the pilot has helped the pilots set up ladders. The cabin was opened. The pilots sat in their planes, and when all the preparations were ready, they gave a thumbs up to their comrades on the ground. The fully loaded fighter plane, which was full of guided fried eggs under the wings, drove out of the plane, arrived at the predetermined position, and talked to his comrades in the same formation. As the long plane, he said to the conning tower: "Yiqi is ready!" Wait for the order! ”。

And at this time on the runway of the airport. One after another, twelve falcons on air supremacy missions roared from the runway into the sky. The twelve planes took off with the same thirty-six Falcon Eagles. It's just that there are ground-to-ground missiles hanging on the belly.

At the same time, the Indian ground forces had crossed the Indo-Burmese border, and two or three tanks were just passing through the tanks. They formed a long snake formation, arrogantly marching in unison on three lines. The sound of the rumbling engine startled the birds and beasts around it, and it merged into a powerful torrent of steel. It's not just missiles, tanks. Several C130 Hercules at the Indian border base were loaded with soldiers and were also full of ambition and propellers, which were filled with the most elite paratroopers, and their purpose was unknown to the Americans, to snatch the information of Jinhu's command center. India's trick was played by the Americans, and of course the idea was Mao Zi's idea, and the purpose was also to seize the scientific and technological information of Jinhu as quickly as possible. Several Wanguo AWACS planes rose into the air early and crossed the India-Myanmar border. Watching the vigilance in the air, the small radar on the back keeps circling. News of all safety came to the command center of the Indian army.

"Safety! There are no enemy fighters within a hundred kilometers! "The state-of-the-art AWACS aircraft that had just been brought in from the United States sent an encrypted message to the command center. The operator was watching the display screen as a dozen of his missiles flew effortlessly towards their intended target. Everything seems to be firmly moving towards the pre-war goal.

One of the operators suddenly shouted: "Our missiles have disappeared from the screen!" As soon as the words fell, the alarm immediately remembered on the entire plane. All the operators were looking up at the red light above their heads. The pilot of the plane raised his head and watched a high-speed fireball overhead pounce on his plane. Looking at the missile like lightning, I couldn't help but say: "**!" The last image in the pilot's mind was that the missile's tail flame was shining like a small orange sun. No one came to the urgent reaction, and even to the command center to warn, several international goods in the sky at the same time in the air turned into a fireball, several early warning aircraft turned into fragments, and even some materials melted under the high temperature generated by the explosion, countless fragments are like fireworks in the air, floating in an admirable arc, and then the beauty of this moment is regrettable.

Suddenly, all of your targets disappeared from the radar almost at the same time, causing a fine bead of sweat to appear on the head of the already confident Supreme Commander. Immediately remembered and said to the staff officer next to him: "Change the operation to implement Plan B, Tomahawk!" Launch the Tomahawk! Let all the fighters be changed to ultra-low-altitude raids! Fack! Didn't they say they didn't have a radar station! ”。 The Tomahawks of this generation have just been 'loaned' from the Americans! Originally, Mr. Commander didn't think of using such expensive American goods! But now we are counting on the most advanced tactical missiles in the American population to break through the opponent's defense line at an ultra-low altitude and destroy all the missile bases they see, just like the Americans boast of their skills!

The order is over! The general touched his chin and remembered, why did the opponent's missiles fly so far! The biggest thing I see now is the Avenger, and the thing that is smaller than the Avenger can fly so far?

In the end, the two remaining Wanguo AWACS planes did not have the courage to cross the India-Burma border, so they could only use their strength on Indian soil, trying to climb higher in the air and see farther.

The huge roar of the ultra-low-altitude raiding fighter plane made some of the Burmese native villages below, as well as the guerrilla ** armed forces, lose their sleepiness in the darkest time before dawn! Men, women, and children all ran out of the hut and looked at the dark shadows in the sky! Every time a nearby fighter plane passed by, they had to cover their ears, and many of them climbed the nearby big trees with their hands and feet, sticking their heads out to look at the fighters that seemed to be flying close to the trees not far away. As a glimmer of light appeared in the sky, a little dirt boy looked at the gray fuselage painted with the Indian army logo and the missiles hanging under it. Dozens of warplanes roared past, making the little boy feel that this was simply a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle! I couldn't help but climb up the tree a little, and this time I was immediately stunned again! It seemed that a star had fallen from the sky, and from the faintly bright sky, it smashed towards the majestic fighter formation just now. Almost instantly, the originally majestic fighter formation suddenly turned into a fireball!

"They fell! It's in the valley," the little earth baby shouted to the natives below!

"Where did it fall?"

"In the valley not far ahead!" The little earth baby said again.

"Let's go! Let's see if we can find something! A clever native said, and immediately the village scattered like birds and beasts, and ran towards the place where the plane fell. I have to admit that these natives who have lived in the mountains and forests since childhood have a lot of ability, and they quickly arrived at the crash site of the Indian fighter plane, and this time all the fighters were shot down by the Falcon Eagle Mingdi missile 120 kilometers away. It's like the ultra-long-range discovery that Jin Hu thought, the ultra-long-range strike, and the fight is over and I go back to the base to drink tea! Fly too low and leave it to the guidance of the space vehicle! The natives with quick hands and feet ran the fastest, and when they arrived at the scene, there were many tattered pieces that could be selected, and the first two people also each made a helmet that was not too damaged, one of which was intact at all, and the natives directly cut off the owner of the original hat with a clay knife when he was still shaking, and then easily killed him. All the things that seemed useful were taken back by the natives with joy.

The sky was getting brighter, and the sun was showing its head above the distant mountains. There is a war correspondent who is different from others, because he wants to photograph the first close firefight of the fifth generation fighter, and this person has long thought of the name of the report: the fifth generation showdown! It's a pity that after waiting for a few days, I heard the fighter plane passing by at night, and I was stunned that it was too dark to take pictures. When he was looking at the rising sun in disappointment and sighing, a group of small people not far away attracted the attention of this person! The reporter's keen sensibilities prompted him to put up his camera and shoot at these small dots. Just took a picture! The reporter exclaimed, "Fake! Oh! My God! "The small dot that appeared in front of my eyes was nothing else, it was a group of missile formations, and more than 100 missiles were flying at an altitude of four or five meters above the tree. The wings on both sides of the missile's body are spread out like two wings. He sighed while pressing the shutter continuously. More than a hundred missiles flashed almost above his head. The missiles lined up along the hilltop, and the beauty flowed like a dump of mercury into the valley. (To be continued.) )

ps: Today's business is not finished yet, and the next chapter is still uncertain! Sorry, it's some private matter of the stone