Twenty minutes earlier, 60 kilometers southwest of Kalimpong, on both sides of a dirt road leading to Kalimpong, four men dressed as Muslims, with their heads and faces covered, drove their motorbikes straight off the road and into a grove not far away. Although it was not very bumpy because it was not driving on the road, the two people sitting in the back seat still held on to the thing that looked very long and large, resembling a rocket launcher, while the other two people each had two rifles hanging on their bodies, apparently temporarily holding them for the person carrying the bazooka, and with the neighing of the engine, the two motorcycles quickly disappeared into the not too dense woods.

"Hyena, this is the Viper, we're already in place, how long will it take for the target to arrive?" As soon as the motorcycle stopped, one of them jumped out of the car and ran under a tree, half-kneeling to put two rifles on the ground and took out his binoculars, while speaking into the microphone hidden under the face towel in authentic American English.

"Hiss" two noises, followed by a voice from the headset, "Viper, the target is heading south through Area 27, and is estimated to be 15 minutes away from you." ”

"Viper received." The leader of the Viper team in charge of contact ended the communication and then began to say to the others: "The target is still 15 minutes away, Danny, you and Fox go to the left, Robert and I are on the right, we are each responsible for a helicopter, keep an eye on the target, don't make a mistake." ”

"Yes, sir." Danny nodded, picked up the heavy-looking tubular metal object, nodded at Fawkes beside him, then stood up and ran to the other side, while Fawkes followed closely with two rifles, and the two left where they were.

"Here's one, Hans." Robert, who stayed behind, glanced at the two Danny who left, then turned his head to look at the group leader, handed over a cigarette, looked at his watch, and said, "There are still thirteen minutes, and I want to smoke again after that, but I don't know if there is a chance." ”

The leader of the group, that is, Hans, did not say anything polite to Robert, took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, then approached the lighter lit by Robert, lit the cigarette and took a big puff, then slowly exhaled the smoke, and said, "Don't worry, Robert." We don't need to storm it, we'll retreat when the target is knocked down, and I don't want to fight with two fighters and two helicopters on our heads. ”

"That said, though." Robert exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "But we need to shoot down at least three helicopters to keep the target here, and now I just hope there are no surprises, but we only have two javelins, and we have to lock on the second shot to rest assured." ”

"You're still like that, always like to worry." Hans slapped Roberts in the chest and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the interval between the first and second waves of attacks is so short, it is impossible for the target to avoid it even if he reacts." ”

"I hope so." Robert threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it with his foot, glanced at his watch, and said, "There are eight minutes left, and to be honest Hans, I always have a bad premonition about this operation." ”

"Shut up, Robert." Hans gave Robert an angry look and said, "You guy is good at everything, but you're too negative, I really don't know how I became friends with you." ”

Robert doesn't mind, he and Hans have been working together for more than ten years, and they don't know each other well, so they naturally won't be angry because of this, but this operation always makes him feel a little frightened, although he doesn't know why, but seeing that the time to launch an attack is getting closer and closer, Robert has to pack up his mind and start making preparations.

The sound of the "boom ......" propeller began to be faintly audible, and the four members of the Viper team lifted their spirits, took their positions, and began to prepare to lock on to their targets according to the predetermined plan. It didn't take long for four transport helicopters in a diamond-shaped formation to slowly fly in from a distance, and Hans began to put Javelin missiles on his shoulders and put his target on the display screen.

The Javelin, also known as the Javelin portable anti-aircraft missile, is a man-portable anti-aircraft missile jointly developed by Raytheon and Lockheed Martin, the company that designed and manufactured the F22 fighter. Because this missile has infrared imaging guidance, it has the ability to automatically track and attack targets after launch, although it has been installed for decades, but it is still a very efficient missile.

The Javelin's attack is divided into two modes, one is the direct attack mode, that is, after being launched, it flies directly to the target like an RPG rocket to attack. And the other is the top-attack mode, which is a real tank killer.

Because in the top attack mode, the Javelin missile will rise to an altitude of 150 meters and then attack vertically at the top of the target after ejecting the launch tube and activating the solid-fuel thruster. In the Iraq War of '03, the Javelin shined brightly, inflicting a devastating blow on Iraq's T72 and Type 69 tanks.

Although the Javelin also has disadvantages such as excessive weight and high dependence on thermal imaging to search for the enemy, this does not prevent the Javelin from becoming an advanced individual anti-aircraft missile, and the escape rate of the target locked by the Javelin is actually not high.

Put a straight eight in the display of the enemy, the sound of "Di Di Di" sounded, and then when the sound became unintervened, indicating that it was successfully locked, Hans did not hesitate, pulled the trigger, "bang", the missile ejected the launch canister, and soon after flying out, it directly started the solid fuel thruster and flew towards the sky, this is the top attack mode, and the target is one of the straight 8F transport planes hanging the wreckage of the J-20.

Before Hans launched the missile, the two J-20s were just at the farthest end of the circle, and the crew of the helicopter had no idea that someone was staring at them in the grove in front of them. Xia Yu, who had changed into protective clothing, was still looking at the scenery, and said to a search and rescue team soldier beside him: "Brother, when do you say we can get southern Tibet back, you see this land, it is so fertile, it is much better than that of Asai Keqin." ”

The search and rescue team member sitting opposite Xia Yu was helpless, this kind of topic is rarely talked about in the army, even if he thinks in his heart, he generally doesn't talk too deeply in front of unfamiliar people, Xia Yu has only met for less than an hour, and he dares to talk about this kind of topic, the search and rescue team members don't want to talk at will, and are about to fool the past, when two white smoke suddenly rose on the ground, and at the same time, the two straight 8 miles responsible for towing the wreckage of the J-20, the pilot's exclamation was also transmitted by guò radio: "Missile attack!" ”