Seeing that the fighter plane was about to run out of fuel, but the enemy was firing to block it, Long Yun's current mood was naturally very irritable.

In the face of the front and rear attacks from the sky and the ground, no matter what, he couldn't force the landing with dense firepower, he first infiltrated the rear with a consciousness full of evil thoughts, and let the FSA fighter who rushed over the plane deviate from the course instantly, and at the same time pushed forward the throttle valve, pedaled the rudder and left the landing route with a sharp turn, TVC let the "villain" in a low-speed state make a yaw action with a medium overload, and the YF-23 that rushed over crookedly from behind rushed to the runway like a stunned head. As a result, it was immediately swept by a volley of anti-aircraft artillery shells and exploded into a terrifying fireball on the spot.

With his superpowers, the "ghost" who was chasing after him turned into a dead ghost, went around in a circle and flew back, Long Yun's red 03 was completely out of fuel at this moment, and if he didn't land, there would only be a crash.

The situation was extremely critical, seeing that there were no other enemy planes chasing after him for the time being, Long Yun still held the control stick steadily, he first determined the arrangement of the rebels' firepower points by virtue of his conscious snooping and the short observation just now, and then adjusted the nose pointing all the way to the descent, and then pressed the gun launch button fiercely.

The power of the small-caliber cannon is only average, but the weapons and soldiers behind the simple sandbag bunker are under no pressure, and after the shells scream and sweep, the explosion smoke and dark red blood splashes everywhere, and the J-10E, which has almost lost the ability to stay in the air, then approached the runway in a burst of artillery fire.

Long Yun, who forced the landing of a single plane, saw the landing gear icon on the display screen flash for a while, and then turn green. There is no way to know if the landing gear is actually in place. He could only gamble on his luck. Try to pull the rod to keep the landline stable dìng.

In the suburbs of Deir ez-Zor in winter, with the cold wind over the airport, the red No. 03 J-10E, which was completely depleted of fuel and almost empty, glided quite lightly at the reticle, and suddenly fell to the runway when it was about to stall, and the wheels wiped out a few wisps of green smoke on the runway covered by the sand.

Having made a forced landing at the airport controlled by the Liberal Party, worried about possible enemies in all directions and a sideways warhead that did not have long eyes, Long Yun did not release the tail parachute of the J-10E, and he tried his best to control the "villain" with a light body and a yaw caused by the wind to slide all the way on the runway. Thrillingly avoiding several craters on the narrow road, the J-10E slowed down quite slowly with only the brakes, and barely stopped at the end of the runway near the airport boundary.

Before the fighter plane was completely stopped, the blister-shaped cockpit canopy was lifted all of a sudden, and Long Yun, who had released the seat belt, circuits, and pipelines, propped up the edge of the cockpit with one hand, jumped out of the cockpit and jumped to the ground.

Before his body could stabilize and stop beside the fighter plane, the young man immediately spread his steps and rushed towards the dilapidated building on the side.

Braving rebel fire, a forced landing at the enemy's forward airfield. Even though the surroundings were now under heavy artillery fire, the Mosul army, wearing Soviet-style steel helmets and Kalashnikov rifles, was charging outside the airport. For now, at least, it's still a Liberal-controlled district, lingering on an open runway that doesn't get any obstruction.

Facts have proved that Long Yun's judgment is quite correct, the Liberal Party has been compressed into a small area on all sides, and there are many stubborn diehards hoarded in each area, even if these guys have suffered heavy casualties in the continuous artillery fire and ferocious air raids, the red-eyed Liberal Party gunners still found this NATA fighter with the fuselage sprayed with Flame Star, and the "click--" shooting of small arms is endless, and the warheads are roaring and tearing the air, hitting the concrete-paved airport runway and the undulating sandy land next to it, the red 03 "villain" that had just landed was not spared, and soon there were more than a dozen unsightly bullet holes on the semi-hard-shell skin.

Running wildly under the almost rain of bullets, and quickly falling into a dusty depression after leaving the landline, Long Yun, who took out the Beretta 92F, didn't need to risk looking up to know what his current situation was; Unlike the sparsely populated sky, where there was a lot of human thought on the ground, there were not many rebels in the airfield under fire, and he quickly made out the direction of the collapsed hangar where the guys he shot were gathered on the other side of the runway.

A brief peek into the consciousness activities of these thugs, and at the same time noticed that the shooting was inaccurate, Long Yun immediately had a burst of murderous intent, he found that the red No. 03 J-10E still parked on the runway also ate a lot of bullets, not to mention the bullets in the landing process, and now there are still people who keep firing at the landline, which naturally makes him very angry.

Why, if you can't beat NATA in the sky, you will shoot at the plane on the ground to vent your anger?

Dare to move Lao Tzu's plane, even if it is just a war property of the Iraqi New Party, these people are tired of it!

Annoyed to angry, Long Yun's sanity remained clear, he grabbed the Liberals' firepower to cover the gap, and ran to the dilapidated building on the east side of the open field, and the original foothold was quickly hit by two or three mortar shells, if he stayed there all the time, he would be directly reimbursed.

Originally, he was still flying the plane to fight in the sky, but now he suddenly fell into a chaotic ground battle, and he can't remember how many times this is the first time, Long Yun's ears are full of dull explosions, and the "ghost" fighters whistling in the sky have disappeared, obviously these Syrian Liberal Party pilots have no intention of attacking the NATA fighters that have landed in a forced landing, and they have probably flown away at this time. Confirming that there was no threat in the air for the time being, Long Yun pistol penetrated into a dilapidated building with a collapsed roof, and his consciousness snooped at this time to act as a heartbeat detector, and he quickly touched behind a group of Liberal sniper teams hiding sneakily in the ruins.

With the complete control of his superpowers, what happened next was naturally no suspense, Long Yun slit the throat of the observer with a sharp pilot's saber, and then threw it out and stabbed the rebel sniper who turned over.

Cleanly and neatly solved the two, hiding his body in the shadow of the ruins of the building, Long Yun detective scooped up the dark green L96A1 next to the sniper's corpse.

He didn't have much research on small arms, and at first he recognized the slightly stained thing as the AWP (Arctic_Warfare_Police, Arctic Combat Police), and he pulled the bolt and took a look at it before deciding to give up, after all, to deal with the Liberal gunners on the other side of the runway, there was no need for a special sniper rifle within a distance of two hundred meters.

Since he had landed on enemy territory, he picked up a Christmas tree-like AR-15 of unknown model from the observer's feet, dismantled the laser alignment, optical sights, and cheek pads that were in the way, pulled out the 10-round short magazine suitable for lying down and stuffed it into a standard 30-round magazine, and then carried the captured grenade and several magazines into his arms, and then turned to the other side of the building and began to exchange fire with the rebels on the opposite side.

Oh, and it's a firefight with the rebels, but it's just a rhythmic line of shooting.

After a battle that began in the early hours of the morning, after a fierce battle for half a day, at Deir ez-Zor Air Base on the line of the Mosul Army's advance, a group of Liberals stationed there, who were already cornered, were subjected to another form of black gun abuse.

At this time, twenty or thirty people were squatting in bunkers and behind the building and firing frantically, except for a rough aim at the hateful Iraqi pilot, it was the NATA fighter planes that were slowly gliding on the runway.

The gunfire on the airport was loud, and the Iraqi pilots with sharp hands and feet rushed backwards, and the bearded captain with a dirty face waved his pistol and shouted wildly, so that several people guarding the mortars immediately opened fire, and the mortar shells that flew away from the barrel of the guns flew out of arcs and flew to the opposite side of the runway, seeing the smoke and dust exploding, for a while the Liberals thought that they had taken care of the opponent, but the next thing was clearly a little weird, seeing the surrounding comrades constantly flying to the ground, and a pool of blood spread under them, The furious captain flicked his hand and ran out of magazines:

"TM bastard, that guy isn't dead yet! Give me full fire, - Mansour, what about your broken machine guns, give me the fire to suppress!

Give me a hard beating, today Lao Tzu has enough bullets! ”

With the captain's rough roar, the Liberal soldiers, who were terrified by the death of their comrades, regained some courage, although some veterans still had a wry smile on their faces when they heard the so-called "enough bullets".

Isn't it, anyway, the Iraqis will soon rush in front of them, and no matter how many bullets are left, they are just a resource, and there are a lot of ammunition boxes stacked in sandbag bunkers, but now the question is whether these guys who know they are going to die still have the life to squander all the ammunition!

After receiving the order of the officer leading the team, they all picked up their guns and swept wildly towards the opposite side, and the fire suppression of the Liberal gunners did not have any effect, but completely covered up the sparse cold guns in the sound of artillery fire.

Just when everyone pulled the trigger sharply, and the mortar gunner was busy loading and firing shells one by one, a fatal warhead "whoosh" swept by, and the gunner who shook the handle only felt a slimy hot stream splashed on his face, he raised his hand and looked at it, and couldn't help bending over and vomiting, only to see that the loader next to him had lost half of his brain, and his hands and feet were convulsed and fell crooked on the messy gun position. (To be continued......)