Joben struggled to get up from a pile of dirt, his fat body almost suffocating his lieutenant. The two of them patted the dirt on their bodies and looked viciously at the departing plane.

"Damn Sakamura, I knew it wasn't that easy to deal with, so I was careless." He spat the dirt from his mouth and struggled out of the trench.

But as soon as he saw his troops in flames, he immediately became angry again. Almost half of the armored vehicles and tanks were scrapped, they ran too fast, the troops were too close, creating good opportunities for the enemy.

If it weren't for some clever pilots who fled the battlefield quickly in their chariots, they would have been reduced to waste in the fire.

However, the casualties of the soldiers were not very large, and the planes in the gap were mainly used to combat heavy weapon firepower, and did not use large weapons of destruction such as incendiary bombs for individual soldiers. If an incendiary bomb had been dropped, I'm afraid half of the people here would have died in the flames. High-explosive petrol bombs, that's no joke.

However, his troops also suffered heavy casualties, and a staff officer quickly ran to his side to report that the troops had lost more than 2,000 men, all of whom had been killed in the air raids.

Joben's fat body trembled with anger, he was not for the lives of those more than 2,000 people, nor for the loss of half of the armored troops. Instead, the elongated Humvee he valued so much had turned into a pile of burning scrap metal, and the beautiful female secretaries were looking around in a frustrated distance, completely devoid of their usual bewitching posture.

"Damn Sakamura, I'm going to have to use your head as a chair for me." Joben pulled out his pistol and shot the bullets in the gun in one go, he panted and vowed to fight Sakamura to the death.

"The division commanders, Kameda and Kikawa also suffered heavy losses, they sent telegrams with 3,000 and 4,000 dead and wounded, and half of the heavy weapons had been scrapped." The staff officer continued to report, completely oblivious to seeing that Joeben's ugly face was getting more and more ugly.

"Get out of here!" Joeben suddenly kicked the staff officer in the ass, and the staff officer was directly kicked away with great strength. He spun around in anger and cursed Sakamura's treachery.

"Sir, now is not the time to be angry, please make combat deployment immediately." The adjutant's face was full of wolves, but his resolute face was still so bright.

"Now the Kameda Division and the Kikawa Division are all watching us, and the nearly 50,000 troops behind us are all watching us. If you don't make the right strategic deployment, they are likely to mutiny. ”

The adjutant's reminder was very correct, and the people here were all here because of the smell of politics and interests. If there are any uncertain changes on D-Jing's side, then these people are likely to turn around and run away without paying attention to righteousness, maybe they will be more ruthless and rush up directly to kill him, and finally take his head to D-Jing to ask for merit and reward.

It was indeed a very awkward time, and Joben was actually sitting on the fire on the day of departure. If he didn't do it right, the fire would collapse and I would be roasted to death.

"What's the news from the Mi people, and what about our air support?" Qiao Ben calmed down and asked the adjutant in a deep voice.

The adjutant beckoned, and the staff officer who had been kicked away just now ran over again, covered in dirt. His hat was crooked, but he still said very seriously: "A telegram has been sent to the people of the United States, the F22 is about to take off from the aircraft carrier, and about fifty planes will arrive in fifteen minutes." ”

"Very good, as long as we have the air support of the Mi people, we are not afraid of anything." Qiao Ben's originally cold sweaty expression immediately brightened again: "Notify our own Air Self-Defense Force to immediately let all planes take off and bomb D-Jing." Disrupt the enemy's line of sight and bombard mainly those attacking troops. We want to give some encouragement to the soldiers guarding D-Ky. ”

Qiao Ben said calmly: "The rest of the troops continue to advance, if the guess is correct, we will meet the ground troops of Sakamura later." This old fox wants to cripple us, and then gradually weaken us, and will never let him succeed. ”

"Go and inform the other troops, I will attack as the main force, and the rest of the troops will flank and assist. At the critical moment, we must unite as one, otherwise it will not only be me who will die, but none of them will be able to escape. Joben said viciously.

The adjutant slightly modified Qiao Ben's words to be gentle, and then asked the staff officer to send a telegram. Joeburn looked at his watch and counted the time.

After a while, the Air Self-Defense Force plane whistled overhead, and the soldiers on the ground cheered enthusiastically. The planes that covered the sky and the sun were their people, and the appearance of these Air Self-Defense Force planes shocked all the people.

"Let's go, head to D-Kyung." Full of confidence, Qiao Ben straightened his clothes, got into a military Humvee, and the whole team dispersed, forming a huge fan and heading towards D-Jing.

Joe was right, the commanders of the troops who came with him already had other ideas, but after seeing Joeben's redeployment, they had to follow hard. Joeben was right, now they were all grasshoppers on a rope, and even if they retreated from here, they would not be able to escape the reputation of traitors in the future, unless they could kill Joeben, but it was almost impossible.

The brigade marched towards D-Kyo, and the huge city was revealed at the end of the road. It is so dazzling in the sun, like a pearl hidden in the mountains.

But they didn't encounter the so-called enemy, and now they could see D Jing at a glance, and the rumbling artillery fire could even be heard very clearly, but where the enemy went, Qiao Ben fell into confusion again. He felt that Sakamura, the opponent, was really incomprehensible. And those who can't guess are the most terrifying.

At this time, Sakamura was sitting in his war room, leisurely drinking tea and watching the Nighthawk command those senior officers with flying eyebrows. Staff officers hurried out and back in, piles of reports in their hands as if they were about to bombard the command room.

Sakamura was relieved by Nighthawk, who trusted the young man's command ability. This is a young general, much younger than himself. But he has a lot of actual combat ability, and Sakamura thinks that if he is not an agent, he should also be a great general.

"The enemy's planes are almost over D-Kyung. Immediately activate all interception facilities. Nighthawk smiled and looked at everyone: "Didn't the people of the United States provide us with the Patriot missile system?" Now it comes in handy, let the high-tech weapons of the Mi people become a nightmare for those rebels. ”

Nighthawk gave the supreme order, and the air defense system on the outskirts of D-Kyo was in full swing after a dozen seconds. The air defense system was not in the hands of the garrison command, but was firmly controlled by Sakamura. It's a life-saving thing, and it's bound to come into play at the last minute.

"No missed interception." Nighthawk gave a fierce order: "Knock down all those damn planes for me." ”

This command was passed to the Patriot missile operators as they were, and in the high-precision radar room, the operators easily locked onto the enemy aircraft on the screen as if they were playing a remote game.

The Self-Defense Forces to which Kyushu belongs do not have a high-end top-notch aircraft like the F22, and most of them are F15 and so on, although these weapons are still treasures in poor countries, but in front of the latest Patriot missiles, they can only be children's remote control toys, and they cannot show the power of Patriot missiles when they are a target.

"You rebels, let you taste the power of the patriots made by the United States." The operators laughed and pressed the guide button in their hands almost at the same time.

All of a sudden, those hidden Patriot missiles in the mountains on the outskirts of D-Beijing flew out of one base after another. They pinpointed the SDF planes flying in the air and flew towards the rebels with the curse of the patriots.

In the rebel plane, the alarm swirls wildly. Locked onto by the missiles, they panicked to the extreme, and they kept sending out jamming bombs to mislead the Patriots' tracking.

But they underestimated the power of the Patriot, and the moment they locked on, the Patriot missile would inevitably explode after hitting the target.

Explosions resounded in the sky, and in the suburbs of D-Beijing, five kilometers away, large clouds exploded in the sky. It was a brilliant cloud that was blown up after the missile hit the plane accurately.

At this time, whether it was Qiao Ben, who was still more than ten kilometers away, or the soldiers of the garrison headquarters who were fighting in the city, they all saw that their plane exploded before it could get close to the city. Their hearts are bleeding, and without air support, everyone knows how difficult it will be down there.

Many of the rebel planes had already begun to turn around, weaving through the debris of their own explosions, desperately trying to correct the wrong voyage and find their way home.

But the Patriot missiles will not give them a chance to escape. Within a radius of 30 kilometers from D-Beijing is the range of Patriot missile strikes, these rebels are like sheep jumping into a wolf's hole, and after discovering their mistakes, they can no longer correct them.

One plane after another fell from the sky and smashed to pieces. A large white cloud opened in the sky, and it was the escape pilots who were slowly descending.

The rebels failed miserably without launching an effective attack, and were reduced to a pile of debris without even a chance to escape.

The Patriot missiles were still sniping at the enemies who came to the Fan Realm everywhere, and the coverage area had even reached behind Joben's troops, and the helicopters that had just taken off for a short time immediately turned into pieces.

"Sir, our air support is finished." The staff officer stood aside helplessly, but this time he was far away, for fear of Qiao Ben's angry kick.

Qiao Ben looked distractedly at the sky that had turned into a brilliant sea of fire, which was all about the fall of hope, and the fall with it, as well as the loss of their air supremacy over the enemy.

"When will the plane of the Mi people arrive?" Joeben was left with only a big roar, and he looked at the skyline with anticipation in his eyes!