The trip to North Africa came to a successful conclusion.

The revenge is over, the sightseeing addiction is over, and the wild heart is gradually withdrawn.

As long as the Middle East side of the matter is resolved, the task of cleaning up the infected will be completely over.

The infected and the main forces in Iraq have been cleaned, and the rest will be slowly cleaned up by the rebels. The total strength of the rebels was 150,000 and growing.

Ahmed led this large group of armed forces, stockpiled large quantities of weapons and equipment, and prepared to march north in one fell swoop until the remnants of the IS were cleared.

As the voice of the prophet spreads, there will continue to be people along the way to support the rebels and join the rebels, and the number of Anpai believers has reached 30 million, and the defeat of IS in Iraq is certain.

As a result, the aerial bombardment mission of the super-gunboats was transferred to Syria.

The last of the infected and their men are concentrated here.

"Re-targeting, IS oil convoys, escort armed personnel." Hasina's skillful control of the weapon interface is highlighted on the screen.

After a long time of getting along and cooperating, Hassina has long been familiar with everything. Today's sortie is just one of many missions.

Even An Yang was biting an apple in his mouth, and his legs were very comfortable. There are not many armed personnel at the target, there are no anti-aircraft weapons, and a single person is enough to cope.

"Mainly soft targets, scattered personnel." Hassina reported, looking at Anyan, "Sir? ”

"Large-caliber high-explosive shells." An Yang nodded.

She had a tacit understanding with An Yang, and she had already selected a 105mm high-explosive bomb to launch.

The display interface flashed with fire, thick smoke rolled, and the explosion destroyed the oil truck, ignited the oil, and suddenly turned a radius of hundreds of meters into a sea of fire.

"Fire roast IS." An Yang chewed an apple in his mouth and calmly looked at the gore on the screen. More than two months ago, even if he could adapt, he would not be so downright about life and death.

But now, there are not 10,000 but 8,000 extremist armed and infected people who died under AC-130 fire, and when the value reaches a certain level, the thinking has changed qualitatively.

He doesn't know whether this indifference to life is good or bad, but the tens of millions of families who died at the hands of extremists must have applauded.

The cleanup is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the IS below is already terrified. Seeing the black Grim Reaper hovering overhead, everyone understood.

It is a rebel army led by the Prophet, which has been mythologized as the "Holy Army" in the YSL world, and it is said that anyone who goes against the will of Allah will fall into the terrible hell.

What paradise and gold, beautiful 72 places. Women, all of them came to naught, and all that awaited them was the raging flames, and at that moment, the screams of despair spread everywhere.

An Yang looked away and looked at the surveillance screen next to him: "Is there any movement in Turkey?" ”

"They have stepped up border air patrols with the intention of covering IS's oil convoys, and at the same time have sent armed personnel and equipment into the country in the name of assisting refugees," the intelligence replied. ”

"Playing with fire sooner or later. Burn. An Yang clicked on the real-time monitoring map, and he saw that F-16 fighters of the Turkish Air Force were moving on the border, on alert.

The rebels' successive bombardments of IS, which destroyed several oil smuggling routes to Turkey, annoyed some and some even discussed finding excuses to attack the rebels.

Anyang, who knows everything, only operates in Syria.

The nerves of the pro-X faction in Turkey are constantly being teased. Dialing, watching the "moderate opposition" and "free army" they cultivated continue to collapse and cut off the oil finances, their teeth itch but helpless.

However, the situation seems to have changed tonight: "Turkish Air Force fighters patrol with live ammunition, and have updated their instructions to eliminate military planes that invaded Turkish airspace." ”

"What?" Unexpectedly, An Yang looked at the map with confirmation, which showed that the AC-130 was 10 kilometers away from the Turkish-Syrian border!

……

Two Turkish Air Force F-16 fighters flying in formation have updated their orders.

Eliminate military aircraft that invade the airspace.

The long plane did not have any suspicions, let the fire control radar lock on the AC-130, and skillfully selected the AIM-120 medium-range air-to-air missile given by Mei Dad, and said: "Attention wingman, a medium-range bomb, ready!" ”

"Medium-range bombs, understood."

"Launch!"

At the sound of an order, the AIM-120 missiles on the pylons of the two planes fell, the rocket engines started, and under the guidance of the F-16 fire control radar, they chased the AC-130 twenty kilometers away.

If there is no accident, the most advanced air-to-air missiles of the United States are still very face-saving two, enough to shoot down this gunboat that Turkey has been resentful about recently.

After being locked by the fire control radar, the pilot of the AC-130 reported: "We are locked by the radar of an unknown fighter!" Repeat! We are locked by the radar of unknown fighters! ”

"Roger!" An Yang's face was very solemn, his intelligence had already shown the situation, and after the missile was launched, it would be able to catch up in about a minute.

How to defend against it?

Enhancing the man's brain thought a lot, he had not expected that Turkey would dare to cross the border to attack them, and now it seemed that it was a serious mistake in estimating the enemy.

But now there is no time to regret it, the enemy missile launch is imminent, the plane has no equipment to counter radar-guided missiles, and is almost waiting for death.

After all, it is only a modification of a transport aircraft, not a fighter.

Even if it is a fighter jet, it may not be able to evade the advanced AIM-120 of the US military.

His gaze rested on the 25mm Vulcan cannon: "Hasina, prepare the Vulcan cannon!" Enable ballistic calculations, we're going to intercept it! ”

At the same time, he said to Zhizhi: "Once you can't intercept it, immediately teleport the entire plane away!" ”

"Understood!" Intelligence says that it will personally intervene in ballistic calculations.

"Vulcan cannon ready!" Hasana responded.

The five-barreled Vulcan cannon has been rotated, and its muzzle velocity of up to 1,000 meters per second and the highest rate of fire of 3,500 rounds per minute are about to be intercepted.

In fact, the U.S. military has always had examples of using Vulcan guns as close-range air defense weapons, and the "phalanx system" equipped on Burke-class destroyers is this.

As long as the accuracy and rate of fire can be grasped well, interception is not delusional.

Moreover, they had two guns, one each for Anyan and one for Hasina, and they stared at the screen without blinking, indicating that the enemy's missiles had been fired.

On the monitoring image given by the intelligence, the flight trajectory of the missile is highlighted.

"Steady...... Steady ......" An Yang, who was staring at the screen, even slowed down his breathing.

Hasna waited for his instructions, and at this moment she was not afraid; Two rebel pilots, trying to control the plane smoothly, because they believed in the prophet.

A minute at a time, every second passed very slowly.

The ballistic calculations on the screen finally depicted the best firing area for interception, and An Yan's voice immediately broke the brief silence: "Fire!" ”

The fuselage began to tremble, and two 25mm Vulcan cannons roared, firing hundreds of shells in a second, and the barrage covered the entire airspace estimated by the computer.

Then there was the successive fires displayed on the screen, and the two air-to-air missiles failed to escape the fire net, and were hit in the air, bursting into brilliant light.

It was night, and their explosions lit up the night.

The gunboat pilot was a little hard to believe his eyes, and the aerial artillery shot down the missile? Is this a miracle?

They all unanimously gave credit to the Prophet on the plane.

An Yang swallowed his saliva and laughed: "Aircraft artillery hits missiles!" Hahaha! Lao Tzu finally met it in this life! How old is General Jin in front of his brother? ”

Hasna couldn't understand the Chinese he blurted out in excitement, but she also felt very thrilling and exciting, and she asked, "Sir, what are we going to do next?" ”

An Yang saw the eagerness in her eyes, they had already practiced a tacit understanding, and they didn't need words to communicate-

"Native chickens dare to beat us? Get me back to the field! ”

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PS: Recommended ticket.