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It was late at night, inside a dilapidated canvas tent. [Search for the latest update.]

Muha McGee, the leader of the "Jihadist National Liberation Army", took advantage of the dim oil lamp, hehe, suppressed a strange smile leaking from between his teeth, and carefully turned out a small iron box with a secret code lock, almost every night, as long as he was free, he would open it to take a look, otherwise he would not even sleep soundly.

Although this box is worn, the paint is mottled, the size of the scratches have been counted countless winds, frosts, snow and rain, and the edges and corners that have been touched countless times are shiny with a strange oily shine.

Almost every time he opened the box, Mukha McGee grinned, barred a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth, and pulled out stacks of dollars, as well as gold bars and precious stones.

He would never let his subordinates see it easily, otherwise he would inevitably attract greedy eyes and trouble, which was still a precious treasure he inherited from the previous leader. The previous unlucky leader of the unfortunate ghost was killed in a cannonball skin in his head, and half of his head was almost rotten, otherwise Mukha McGee would not have discovered that there was such a wealth hidden in this outwardly ruined team in the name of so-called "jihadist national liberation".

Compared to the people and equipment outside the tent, these are his real family background, as long as he wants, he can pull up the same class as now anytime and anywhere, and even make it stronger.

In the wilderness, there are only desolation, poverty, and ignorance, and as long as there is hard currency, you can easily pull the tribal men who die in order to be able to eat and have beautiful women to play with, as long as they give them guns and whip them with leather whips, each of them can become a good gunner.

The "Jihadist National Liberation Army" is nothing more than Muha McGee hanging a sheep's head and selling dog meat under the guise of selling dog meat, what jihad, what ethnicity, are all naked interests, in fact, it is not that he is willing to hang such a name, is it not good to hear "Muha guerrillas"? However, it is someone who needs to put up such a sign.

It is those so-called "agents" who don't know where to find the guys who come to the door to deliver guns and money, and whether they really have any kindness to themselves.

But Mukha McGee knew that these were just using each other, that "they" needed to do some shady business on their own, and that what they needed was money, more money, and that the people and guns outside were just tools to make money for themselves.

Recently, he had just made a big deal, and Mukha McGee was thinking about whether he should rid the poor herdsmen in the mountains of the old broken guns that had worn out even rifling in the ranks, and now buy some guns and grenades or something, and get a few more women for his subordinates.

Only when the team grows, can he make more money, and he is not like some short-sighted, money-hungry guys who only care about immediate interests.

Fifteen kilometers away, at an altitude of 11,000 meters above sea level.

The navigation coordinates showed that it was close to the sky above the target, the J-10 quickly lowered the clouds, and it was pitch black below, the clouds covered the sky, and there was no trace of light in sight, and the J-10 flew at an average speed in the most fuel-efficient state.

The ground was pitch black, if it weren't for the satellite verifying the coordinates, Lin Mo would still think that he hadn't flown or missed, even if it was another world, the mission of air navigation was rare, after all, there was no particularly effective means of night vision.

Lin Mo activated the light mirror technique again, and after more than a dozen times in a row, he finally barely opened a light mirror that was less than the size of a palm, and vaguely transmitted the situation below the ground (the latest chapter 81zw of Wu Dong Qiankun), as early as when he flew above the clouds, he began to collect light elements, but the moonlight is also light, but it is just the reflected light of the sun, although it is weaker than the daytime, but it is better than nothing.

Lin Mo peeled off two military chocolates and stuffed them into his mouth, as a pre-war physical maintenance, flying a fighter jet is a very tiring job, the bitter taste of high-purity cocoa and the added ginsenosides slipped into the esophagus and were quickly absorbed, so that Lin Mo's spirit was lifted.

"The secret code of the communication chain has been verified, and the docking of the combat information chain has been completed!" Lin Mo listened to the answer of the combat computer in the headset, and at this moment he felt that the J-10 he was driving was resurrected as a real weapon.

"The action begins!" Lin Mo heard the cold and hard voice of the hoarse man full of murderous spirit in the helmet headset, like a steel wool ball wiping glass, it seems that the ground troops have already been in place, just waiting for Lin Mo's J-10 fighter to come over and fire the first shot.

Lin Mo gently turned on the fire control system!

Fifteen kilometers before the glimmer TV feedback, there are more than 30 tents of different sizes, as well as eleven large trucks and a few off-road jeeps, the whole camp is also dark, only three or four militants wearing robes and carrying guns scattered in all corners of the camp, it seems to be vigilant sentinels, there are still a lot of cattle and sheep in the camp, the light mirror picture turns, more than 60 black clothes and black pants, well-trained armed personnel are pulling a half-moon shaped straggler line and lower their bodies to surround the camp, when they are close to a certain distance, Two squad machine guns were erected from the west and north.

These people should be the special service team of the Chinese ** side, they should know that the J-10 has entered the combat area, and there is still no action, but they don't know that their every move has already entered Lin Mo's sight.

At the right time, Lin Mo quickly refueled into a supersonic state, and with a bang, the J-10 broke through the sound barrier.

The speedometer shows Herd! The powerful overload not only did not make Lin Mo feel any discomfort, but instead had a faint sense of excitement.

Lin Mo wanted to surprise his target before the engine roar arrived. The nose of the J-10 with a small black round hat aimed at the camp and accelerated its dive, the left and right rocket nests flashed with fire, and twelve rockets roared down with bright tail flames in one breath.

"What a sound!" Mukha McGee, who was still pulling the dollar in the tent, suddenly straightened his back and pricked up his ears.

There was a faint rolling thunder from the sky, and a light suddenly appeared in the sky, and the sentries in the camp raised their heads sharply to look at the sky, and before they could react, twelve rockets had already rushed into the camp, and the fire burst into a single piece, and the fleeting faint white ring shock wave overturned nearly half of the tents.

Hoarse shouts followed the explosion of the rocket swarm and filled the camp, and the scattered gunfire rang out like fried beans, while the belated sound of fighter engines echoed like rolling thunder in the air.

Lin Mo lightly buttoned the launch button of the cannon, the fuselage shook, and three or four points of light shot straight out from under the belly of the J-10 plane, and with the help of the fire in the camp, he accurately overturned a tent, and the militants who only stepped out of the tent with only half of their bodies were immediately torn apart by the 23-mm cabin projectile like the others in the tent, and the blood mist that burst out was clearly visible under the firelight.

Mi starting anti-equipment guns can tear people apart when they hit people, not to mention the 23mm aerial gun bullets, Lin Mo didn't dare to have a good time at will, a total of 200 rounds of ammunition chains, just a few clicks can be empty, can a fighter without ammunition still be called a fighter? Is it a sonic boom to kill? I'm afraid it's worse than a paper tiger.

Muha McGee, the leader of the "Mujahideen National Liberation Army", quickly stuffed all the money and belongings scattered on the sheepskin blanket into the tin box, grabbed a revolver and poked out of the tent to take a look.

What a massacre!

The people in the camp turned on their backs, the explosions continued, the huge roar of the fighter planes hovering in the sky, the cannon made the sound of death reaping life, the tents were overturned, the people who did not escape exploded into clouds of blood on the cloth of the tents, and all the sounds in the camp were intertwined into a death sonata.

"Damn it!" Mukha McGee, who could not bother to gather his men, hurriedly went back to the tent, picked up the tin box with a curse, and rushed out in the shadow of the fire.

It's over, it's all over, the "Jihadist National Liberation Army" that it has managed to bring up is completely wiped out tonight, and he doesn't even intend to find his henchmen, Muha McGee gives up everyone very decisively, and quietly slips away at night.

One is in the sky, the other is on the ground, just with those automatic rifles and small firearms in hand, it is a jet fighter, it is not a level of opponent at all, and even bullets may not be able to catch up, how to fight, obediently wait to be destroyed.

The camp was even more chaotic, just now Lin Mo surprised a super firepower attack almost made the other party bomb the camp, but more militants rushed out, automatic rifles fired indiscriminately into the sky, Lin Mo drove the J-10 in the air to dodge left and right, it was easy to get out of the ground firepower, there was no anti-aircraft machine gun, just with that little caliber kinetic energy, at most it beeped on the fuselage, jumped out of a few shallow pits, and even the skin could not be shot.

J-10 quickly pulled out the Imman loop maneuver, climbed to a height of three thousand meters and leveled again, even if it was a ground attack, Lin Mo was very careful, and only his physical strength could withstand any difficult and high-value action, even if the plane fell apart, he would not feel any discomfort, compared to the dragon mount, the fighter was much more comfortable, and there was no difference from the soft seat carriage of the noble lady.

At this time, a beam of light shot directly into the camp from the outside, forming a finger-sized spot on a large truck full of supplies, which was extremely eye-catching in the night when he couldn't see his fingers, Lin Mo was startled, and the ground special service fighters used laser guidance, and hurriedly entered the arc to roll, and at the same time threw out a Thunder LT-2 laser-guided bomb.

The domestic Thunder LT-2 laser-guided bomb is a copycat product of the high-imitation Russian KAB-500L, with a charge of 500 kg.

The bomb-throwing action of the J-10 was almost thrown at a low altitude, and a black shadow fell from the sky, followed by a faint white shock wave circle brought up by a landslide-like explosion that swept around a radius of 100 meters, and was shaken within a radius of five kilometers, and even the bombardment power of heavy howitzers of more than 150 caliber could not be compared.

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