The helicopter, which had not been on the scene for a long time, had no idea that a propeller fighter would rush out of the valley, and it was caught off guard and its tail was hit by a meter-caliber bullet.

The tail propeller was shattered, and the fuselage immediately lost its balance and spun out of control. [Search Latest Update.81zw]

The people in the plane shouted and wanted to jump out, but the height of more than 100 meters above the ground made them daunting, and the pilot in the cockpit screamed and grabbed the "" longitudinal rod, trying to control the plane and make a forced landing at the slowest possible falling speed.

To hell with that battlefield support mission! It's good to survive.

Surviving is the blessing of Allah, and the sad coalition helicopter only had time to sweep dozens of bullets on the battlefield to make a appearance, and then had to hurriedly leave the scene.

The propeller fighter that suddenly came out of the middle did not seem to have any intention of letting go of the helicopter, pulled up a big bend sideways, circled back at an ultra-low altitude between the mountains, and the Browning heavy machine guns on both sides of the wing roared again.

The meter-caliber bullet accurately hit the helicopter, and a cloud of blood mist burst out from the hatch and wheelhouse, which instantly penetrated, and simply tore the entire plane into a fireball in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Well done!"

On the mountain pass position, Kadia waved his fist at the sky, and without the threat of helicopters, the initiative on the battlefield was equivalent to returning to his hands again.

"Small!" Lin Mo shook his wings and began to climb in height, and the militants on the ground who had already reacted aimed at the sky and continued to "shoot" at the sky, this kind of small-caliber weapon, the threat to the old body is still quite large.

With the engines at full force, the fighter's speed climbed a step abruptly, flew over a mountain beam, and shook off all the bullets behind it.

Mountains are not only the main battlefield of helicopters, but also the main battlefield of propeller fighters.

It's also Mud's fault. The village chief of Zaryev can find this ace fighter of World War II, if it is replaced by a jet fighter, he does not know where to get aviation kerosene, and the piston propeller fighter of General Motors gasoline is obviously more economical and reliable.

The P-51 "Mustang's" completely aged plexiglas windshield was knocked out, and now the cockpit is fully open, but Lin Mo is not affected by the "chaotic" air flow pouring into the cabin.

In fact, Linmer's aviation helmet is of good quality, even more practical than the leather hood of World War II.

The dragon knight has long been accustomed to the environment of exposure in the high-altitude and high-speed air current, Lin Mo did not have any discomfort, but had a little familiar feeling of reliving the old dream, and the wind was a comfortable enjoyment for him.

When he was still in the valley, Lin Mo had already detected the enemy's helicopter dispatch through the light mirror technique (the latest chapter of Wu Dong Qiankun 81zw).

Therefore, he took off ahead of schedule in a P-51 "Mustang" fighter jet loaded with fuel, took advantage of the terrain, rushed directly out of the mountain pass, and directly shot down the helicopter that posed a serious threat to the mountain pass's defensive positions with speed and preemptiveness.

The other side is just an ordinary civilian helicopter, relying only on two gunners holding machine guns to "shoot" at the ground, and there is not even a decent air-to-air weapon, I am afraid that even the owner of the helicopter would never have thought that there would be an air battle on this day.

"Mr. 'Knight', Mr. 'Knight'!"

Lin Mo's helmet headset heard the voice of the mercenary leader Abic.

"'Knight' received!"

Lin Mo responded that he made himself a mask-type call microphone to avoid the sound of air flow interfering with the call.

The airborne radio can directly contact the relay station on the ground, and can bring together a variety of different standards and specifications to be used, this is the one, maybe Lin Mo will not go to work in the design institute after retiring, and he can also go to some communication company to eat.

"The enemy has sent helicopters, I hope you can suppress it."

Abic's voice was very polite, after all, he was asking for someone, and he didn't have any commanding tone.

"No need, I've already shot it down, haha."

Lin Mo laughed, and then said: "I'll go to their camp to have a look, find some targets, the mountain pass, Kadia should be able to handle it." ”-

Inside the coalition camp at the Jewel Valley Pass.

The leaders of the Taliban, Allah, Jihadist and WUC were all gathered in a large tent in the center of the camp.

Including Lawrence, a middle-aged white man, a total of about ten people sat around a large table made of several simple aluminum alloy tables, and it was these people, attracted by money and materials, with their own soldiers, gathered together to participate in the operation of dividing up the Jewel Valley.

Since they are exclusive thugs specially cultivated by various large forces, whether it is the combat effectiveness of personnel or equipment, they are far superior to ordinary small bandits wandering around.

Outside, this coalition is a force to be reckoned with, no matter where it is.

Last night, the news of the annihilation of the night raid test team cast a shadow on the hearts of all the leaders, and the leaders of the "World Uyghur Congress" Muzatuyev and Stark did not appear in the tent.

But everyone knows their whereabouts, and I'm afraid they will never be able to return.

And the middle-aged white Lawrence was obviously a little irritable, he had never encountered such a tricky thing, and there were more than a thousand civilians plus dozens of mercenaries, and the news from the mouths of the other party's scouts who were caught was only more than three hundred people who could pick up guns and go to the battlefield, and they didn't even receive any decent military training, compared with the soldiers in the hands of these leaders in front of them, it was not a grade.

It was supposed to be a charge, bulldozing every minute, but it was such a rabble who had never seen blood that successfully blocked more than 100 people led by Muzatuev and Stark.

These two unlucky guys not only didn't take advantage, but also put their lives into it, and unexpectedly wiped out the whole army, and none of them escaped alive.

If it weren't for repeated confirmation, the leaders present would have thought that these two guys had unfortunately collided with the US Delta Special Forces.

But that's not the point, the middle-aged white Lawrence doesn't care about the lives of these guys in front of him, and what makes him feel that what really troubles him is the questioning from the other side of the world.

This made it impossible for him to sit in the camp, and he kept sending his men to confirm it, but in any case he did not find the whereabouts of the two "Stryker" wheeled armored vehicles that rushed out of the camp, as if they had evaporated out of thin air, and disappeared from the earth, leaving nothing but tire tracks and footprints in place.

Bang!~

Lawrence slammed his fist on the table, startling the leaders who were sharing afternoon tea with teacups, and interrupting their chat.

Tea is an important communication tool for Afghans, and it is an indispensable thing at any time.

The sudden voice made all the leaders tremble, although the other party was only one person, he was able to command all of them, and the four major organizations above were all fully supported.

In addition to the other party's feared "agent" identity, there is also a faint shadow of a certain big country behind it, which is the reason why these murderous and vicious people don't even dare to complain, and they are honest, well-behaved and obedient.

"Can't wait any longer." Lawrence said viciously, in a tone like a vent, "Order everyone, prepare to launch a strong attack, and the tactics of adding fuel will only benefit those in Gem Valley, concentrate all the heavy weapons, give me a fierce bombardment, and open the way with firepower." ”

Jewel Valley, what a beautiful name, will soon be theirs.

In fact, Lawrence's words have two layers of meaning, he has sent dozens of people to search the vicinity for dozens of miles, but they have not found any trace of armored vehicles, then the only possibility is that they were captured and captured by the people in the Jewel Valley, although this is a very impossible thing, but no matter what, you have to go in and search to confirm it.

So far, the two people who disappeared inexplicably have no results to reply to that side.

The people on that side were urging too hard, after all, the value of these equipment far exceeded the value of these 700 militants with weapons.

"Whoever enters the valley first will get a share of thirty percent of the land!"

In order to rush to confirm the news and deal with the inquiries on the other side, Lawrence directly dropped a bomb full of shocking power.

There was a dead silence in the tent, and everyone stared at him, and then there was a burst of cheers, and a beautiful landscape, abundant water and grass, which could be planted and grazing, and the dangerous geographical location, was a cornucopia given by Allah, and it could account for thirty percent, which was almost an endless source of wealth.

The leaders all went crazy all of a sudden, arguing with each other and rushing to take the lead, as long as they could get in, thirty percent of the land was enough to withstand the big casualties.

For them, soldiers can be re-recruited, guns can be re-produced, only the land is non-renewable.

Lawrence had completely overturned the original attack plan, and he could not think of gradually depleting the living forces in the valley through piecemeal fighting, which could not only reduce his own casualties, but even capture some slaves and laborers in the end.

Storming the valley at all costs, if the two "Strykers" were really captured, at least they could save people.

What was supposed to be an easy trip to make a good deal of extra money turned into a hornet's nest that had been stabbed open, and Lawrence even imagined that if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation over there, maybe a bullet would come from where and shatter his head into a watermelon.

In this world, in the dark corners that civilians can't see, the reality is still too cruel.

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