"Eagle, eagle, this is the ironclad wolf, please answer when you hear it."

Ironclad wolf?

The voice in the headphones is not the familiar Leng Feng, but the tone is excited and excited, and it sounds very young.

Coupled with the title of this strange middle two, he flew out of nearly 2,000 meters, and was about to turn around and kill again, and he quickly reacted.

Obviously, Leng Feng, as the driver, gave his mobile phone to the bear child Zhuo Yifan in order to facilitate combat communication.

In the original plot, this is a military fan full of young passion, a little bit like to show off and pretend, and hardcore.

Even in order to be able to play with guns casually, he deliberately went from China to the "rich second generation" in Africa, a place where birds don't.

"Lao He, hurry up, load the cannon, wait a minute, let me try the feel, I've played with any gun in my life, but I haven't played with a tank, this time it's enjoyable, even if it's worth dying."

"Zhuo Yifan, hurry up and contact the eagle, wait for you to be responsible for loading the cannon, and Lao He is responsible for firing."

"I'm loading? Don't, I'm ......."

"This isn't your handheld, the real thing, would you aim at it?"

"Uh, that...... Okay, Brother Feng, you wait, I'll call again. ”

The sound from the headset was very lively, Xing Feng thought about it, and estimated that Leng Feng should have gotten a tank.

With tanks on the ground to support, he piloted helicopters to suppress in the air, air-ground linkage, and things were much easier.

"The eagle is received, the ironclad wolf is ready to act, the target is a medium tank, in the direction of 10 o'clock, and it is expected to emerge in 10 seconds."

Without waiting for the bear child to call again, Xing Feng set his eyes on the "HUD" and conveyed the target data detected by the radar and far infrared to him.

"There's a tank coming at the fork on the left, hurry, drive over, Lao He, hurry up and aim at the intersection, wait for him to come out, kill him with one shot."

Although the current situation is very dangerous, as a hardcore military fan, Bear Kid thinks that he will be able to drive a tank immediately, so where can he be afraid.

"Click......"

Lao He is an old scout, and his action reaction is very fast, and he immediately began to adjust the position of the gun, and Leng Feng also moved the tank forward for a distance to ensure that one shot hits.

"Boom!"

The missile came through the air, and with a bang, it collapsed the roof of the factory building in front of the left, and all kinds of large pieces of rubble and bricks fell down the path below.

Affected by the shock wave, even the small semi-fast cement wall on the second floor shook a few times and fell and smashed down.

Hidden between the two factories and smashed into a ping-pong tank, the driver saw that his position had been exposed, and hurriedly started the tank and drove out.

Which Cheng thought, just came to the intersection......

"Bang~"

The "big pineapple" that suddenly flew directly through the body and shook all the red turban soldiers in the car.

"Okay, Lao He, it's beautiful, it's enjoyable, haha."

Zhuo Yifan laughed and hugged Lao He's shoulder, his excitement overflowing.

"At 7 o'clock in the back, at the second intersection, in the three-story factory, there was a big turtle, I went around the back to poke it."

After speaking, Xing Feng piloted the helicopter, narrowed the distance to about 1,000 meters, and aimed at the factory in front of him to fire continuously.

"Bang ......"

The target of the launch of the cannon was to bombard the load-bearing pillars on the periphery of the factory.

Without the support of the load-bearing columns, the wall began to collapse from the outside in, and in less than 10 seconds, the outermost room structure was basically completely turned into waste.

"Bang ......"

Suddenly, to the right of the helicopter gunship, the sound of anti-aircraft artillery sounded.

"Bang~"

The "Stone Tea Falcon", which was caught off guard, was hit by you under the stomach, and the entire fuselage was missed.

"Woo ~ Woo ~ Woo ......"

The piercing siren, coupled with this sudden attack, Xingfeng's back was instantly soaked, and his heartbeat suddenly soared to 200.

However, nervousness is a natural reaction of the body, and Xing Feng's brain is not messed up, and it is still in the best condition.

The first time to check the damage to the helicopter, the HUD showed that only the right landing gear was knocked out.

Fortunately, the impact is not great.

Xing Feng breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows, and began to fight back!

Swish~

Pedal the pedals, swing the joystick to the right, control the helicopter to dodge right, and the helmet scope locks onto the start of the trajectory.

"Bang ......"

"Boom-Boom-Boom......"

Helicopter guns and armored vehicle artillery shells, countless shells, staggered through the air.

2 seconds after the firefight!

"Bang!"

The top of the armored car was hit, and the vehicle-mounted artillery was blown into scrap metal.

At this time, Leng Feng and the others took advantage of the tank in the building, attracted by the movement in the rear, accelerated to the front door, fired a shot, and destroyed a 59D again.

There are too many houses in the factory area and the structure is too complex, which greatly limits the attack angle of the "Stone Tea Falcon" and the ability to detect targets.

With the lesson of this time, Xing Feng no longer risked a close-range aerial artillery attack, but took advantage of the high-altitude vision, cooperated with the tanks of Leng Feng and others on land, and began to fight guerrilla attacks in the factory area.

Twenty-five minutes into the battle, Xingfeng, with the help of tanks, blew up three Red Turban Army tanks with anti-tank missiles.

The remaining two Red Turban Army tanks, as well as an armored car, were also destroyed by Leng Feng and others under the guidance of Xing Feng.

The attacking tanks and armored vehicles all disappeared, but there was still a tank and Wuzhi on their side, and the factory guards who barely dragged the soldiers of the Red Turban Army finally began to counterattack.

Old D and Praying Mantis, who climbed out of the tank in advance, did not run away at this time, but took the remaining Red Turban Army soldiers and hid in the factory area to fight with the guards.

The number of remaining soldiers of the Red Turban Army is more than a dozen more than the guards in the factory area, as long as they are dragged to the Red Turban Army helicopter gunship to come to support and destroy the Wuzhi piloted by Xingfeng.

Old D thinks that with his ability, he can still win this battle.

However, as it turned out, he was a little too much to take for granted!

When the range of activities of Lao D and others was suppressed by the fire of tanks and helicopters, it was reduced to a factory building of several thousand square meters.

The two armed helicopters of the Red Turban Army finally rushed over.

But what Lao D didn't expect was that these two armed helicopters, thinking that the Chinese-funded factory was still occupied by the tanks of the Red Turban Army, flew over with such a swagger.

Outcome......

"Bang ......"

On the 59D tank, which was obviously his own, suddenly exploded with a high-altitude bullet, and easily hit a helicopter and fell with smoke all over his body.

The "Stone Tea Falcon", which deliberately lowered its flight altitude and hid behind a six-story building, took advantage of the situation to emerge and brush up like a rainstorm of aerial artillery shells, directly blasting the last Wuzhi into a volley and turning it into a "beautiful firework".

The last support was gone, and the opponents still had tanks and helicopters, and the morale of the entire Red Turban Army suddenly plummeted.

"I surrender, don't shoot."

After the first person raised their guns and surrendered, the Red Turban Army, who was originally just for a bite to eat, no one cared about the commander, and they all gave up resistance knowingly.

Seeing that the general trend had gone, the old D and the praying mantis, who looked like ashes, could only helplessly throw away the weapons in their hands.