As soon as the two missiles exploded, the Turkish pilots were ready to celebrate the victory, because it was impossible for the transport planes, armed transport planes, to dodge the most advanced medium-range bombs of the United States, and they were two, and they were sneak attacks.

But soon, the pilot of the long plane was stunned, and he even blinked, because he saw that on the radar display, the dot of the enemy plane was still on.

"What's the matter, it's still flying towards us?" The wingman was also puzzled.

The point of the target on the screen is approaching, and the speed is quite average. However, on Anyan's side, the plane was already running at full speed, it was not a fighter plane after all, and it would inevitably be slow.

During this time, his strategy had already come out: "Since the local chickens provoke us first, we will go to the north to attack the stronghold of the Free Army and force them to come to their aid." ”

"The main purpose is to set a trap, and the pilot is responsible for walking the surrounding attack route several times, and when the fighter plane steps into the trap, Hasana?"

"Let's shoot it down!" Hassana confidently said that the fact that she shot down the missile gave her the confidence to shoot down the slower fighter.

An Yang nodded: "The pilot always pays attention to the update of relevant data, the camera is activated, let's leave a powerful propaganda video for the resistance!" ”

Intelligence is also involved: "I offer ground shooting video. ”

"Understood?" An Yang confirmed.

"Understood!"

……

The Turkish pilots were instructed to pursue the enemy planes and close the distance to the dogfight.

After all, the AIM-120 given by Mei Dad is limited, and it is too wasteful to use it to fight transport planes, anyway, it has already torn its face, so it is simply close to the enemy and me, and use infrared combat bullets to hit.

When the AC-130 arrived at a Syrian Free Army stronghold, it immediately began to bomb indiscriminately, forcing them to ask for help from Turkey, the master.

Since the time of the old Assad, the local chicken has been supporting the Free Army, and the relationship is not close, not to mention that the stronghold has just arrived with new equipment and cannot be burned.

So things are going more smoothly than An Yang imagined, and Turkish fighters will come to support.

Two F-16 fighters entered the combat position, and in their field of vision, they could see the AC-130 in ground attack, and they couldn't figure out why it had survived just now.

But now it doesn't matter, both aircraft have chosen the AIM-9X Sidewinder missile, and the AC-130 is still turning a deaf ear to their appearance.

It's a godsend.

Sidewinder missiles were launched one after another, and at this visible distance, the target was just a non-resisting transport plane, and it was also loaded with ammunition, and this fireworks would be spectacular.

But in the next second, their expressions froze, the fire of the opposite plane flickered, and the two rattlesnakes exploded halfway, and the sparks lit up the night sky.

The pilots could vaguely see that the AC-130 was covered with "tattoos", each of which represented the destruction of a worthy target, and the plane had been painted all over.

With such a wealth of combat experience, he will definitely not be so stupid that the enemy will come to the door and remain unmoved. That only proves one thing: it's a well-dug trap!

The next second, something even more shocking happened—AC-130 vanished out of thin air.

"The target is gone! What's going on? ”

The wingman pilot's words were full of doubts, and in the face of these unimaginable scenes, the aircraft guns fired missiles and the plane disappeared out of thin air, he was completely blinded.

Changji's voice exploded in his ears in horror: "Pay attention to your right!" Right! ”

The wingman pilot hurriedly turned his head, and all he could see was a myriad of dense points of light, which were tracer bullets dragging their shiny tails towards him at high speed.

There were so many that there was a feeling of stars twinkling in the night sky in a trance, and his eyes were glazed, leaving only his hand to instinctively pull the lever, but it was too late.

With a crackling sound, the Vulcan cannon hit the F-16 at close range, piercing the wing, detonating the fuel inside, and the plane fell out of control.

"I was hit!" The pilot shouted in horror and hurried to pull the ejection handle and eject to escape.

Seeing all this, a chill ran through his heart, and he began to understand why the medium-range bullet would fail and why the rattlesnake could not hit the other party.

He couldn't think of any other power than Allah's blessing to be able to do this!

He shouted anxiously: "The wingman was hit!" Repeat! The wingman was hit! ”

At the Turkish air base, listening to the pilot's communication, the officers looked extremely strange.

According to a small number of clues, it was sorted out that the pilot was trying to say: the AC-130 shot down the missile, and then also shot down an F-16 fighter?

Is this a fantasy?

The voice of the pilot of the long plane came again: "Base, I am going around behind the other party, preparing to attack!" ”

"Let him come back!" The commander hurriedly said, things are too strange.

But before he could contact the fighter pilot, the voice of the pilot of the long plane came again: "I was hit!" I-"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The command kept calling, but there was no response, and the whole command was suddenly so quiet that no one could imagine what was going on over there.

But everyone understands that the facts will break through their minds.

……

After shooting down a fighter plane with aerial artillery, the gunboat was in high spirits to pursue the second fighter, but the innate gap between the fighter plane and the transport plane was difficult to eliminate.

The first victory won by the strange trick gave the gunboat pilots some confidence. swelling, resulting in the pursuit of the second plane, itself is inevitably hit.

The pilot was like crazy, and launched the Sidewinder missile and AIM-120, and he also used the aircraft gun to catch up and fight.

This situation was already a saturation attack on the AC-130, and although the intelligent and timely use of teleportation, the aircraft gun still swept the wing and rear fuselage of the aircraft.

And the shock wave and debris from the missile explosion also hit the aircraft engine.

"Kill it now!" An Yang said loudly, and the two seized the opportunity, and shells rained down on the fighter plane.

Hasna also made up a few swords with a 40-mm gun. The explosion of a programmable airburst grenade, along with the jet fuel, ignites and engulfs the pilot who has not had time to eject.

"Well done!" Anyan likes this tacit understanding.

"The left engine of the plane is already smoking, sir!" Hasna looked up at the screen, not daring to relax.

The problem of the explosion just now came, there was a problem with the wings and engines of the AC-130, one engine had stopped, the other was smoking.

"Will you be able to make it until you return home?" An Yang asked the pilot.

"Reluctantly, but the enemy should catch up." The pilot replied that the scene was still reproduced in front of their eyes, the gunboat killed two fighters, and it was going against the sky!

"Prepare to be transported to the nearest airport and wait for follow-up rescue." An Yang said.

Objects in motion and massive objects consume the most energy. After such a toss, it can no longer be sent back to Iraq.

Fortunately, there are rebels on the ground in Syria, and government forces will assist them. Because the door was opened to welcome the rebels to come in and fight IS, the Syrian government agreed.

"What about the surviving pilots on the ground?" Hassina zoomed in on the image of the ground monitoring, and the ejected rooster pilot had landed.

"Let him go back alive to propagandize." Anyan has a deeper purpose, a proper mythological prophet, which will allow more people to join in, and then find a way out of the chaos in the Middle East.

"Understood." Hasna listened to him.

……

The most shocking thing is the onlookers in the cities below.

It was all of a sudden, and suddenly the rebel gunboats arrived, and they, who had always been aware of the water from the well, attacked the camp of the Free Army without saying anything.

Then the Turkish godfather's fighter plane appeared, and just when everyone thought that the arrogant gunboat in the sky was going to be finished, an even more shocking scene happened: it actually shot down the missile.

Occasionally, a shot can be said to be a thousand-year-old dog. luck, but all stopped, that's a myth.

Even more mythical is the vague sight of a transport plane maneuvering (actually a teleportation) at high altitude, and then the Turkish fighter plane fell in flames.

Immediately after that, the second F-16 crashed with a raging fire, and everyone on the ground watched the god-like gunboat leave in a daze, and some people held up their mobile phones to take pictures.

After the crowd murmured for a while, someone suddenly shouted, "I know the plane!" That's the rebels under Allah's protection! ”

If you shouted like this in the area controlled by the Free Army, you would be beaten.

But now, with the unimaginable facts happening right in front of them, no one thinks there's anything wrong with saying that. The news of the arrival of the Prophet spread with the beheading of the IS leader.

In the past, people mostly thought that they were another pretending to be a ghost, but as more people believed and participated, and witnessed the voices of the people who witnessed the miracles, things became more and more real.

Until tonight, I witnessed with my own eyes, and countless people's beliefs were wavering, and their perceptions began to crumble. The meaning of the rebels has become sacred.

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If there are no surprises, it should be on the shelves tomorrow. There will be more, five more.

I've been in a bad mood lately and can't think of what to say. It's confirmed that it's my last book, and I want to use all my brains, ideas, and ideas on it, so I'm hoping to finish it.

If the subscription is too bad, I won't write it, and I've been suffering from occupational diseases all these years of writing books, staying up all night, and it's too bad, so it's better to leave early.

I hope that everyone who likes to read it will support it, and it is entirely up to you to decide whether the book lives or dies. Of course, I have the motivation to write down with good grades, bring more exciting plots, write more and add more......

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