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Atmospheric data came from military weather satellites, and the plane could not fly in a straight line, and Lin Mo kept trimming the direction as he flew towards the mission coordinates on the tactical tablet.

Lin Mo adjusted the squint radar and camera, and said to himself: "Finish the work early, hurry up and go home for dinner!"

The coordinates of the mission are only a reference, which are provided by ground reconnaissance personnel or informants, and the target is always moving, because only an approximate range can be obtained, because it is a mountainous area, not only is it not easy to track, but also the complex changes in the terrain make it difficult to report in a timely manner, and only the most effective means of dispatching air force reconnaissance is to send out air force reconnaissance.

Lin Mo took advantage of the afterglow before sunset, and spread the battle qi battle over the clouds to envelop the entire fuselage, wantonly collecting light elemental energy and preparing the light mirror technique, this world is not like in the other world where the elemental energy is abundant, completely relying on Lin Mo's little remaining battle qi as a seed, saving a little is a little.

Boom! The light points in the cockpit suddenly converged into a small disc, and the clear image of a certain position on the ground was rotating in the middle of the disc, and the light mirror technique did not look abrupt in the driving cabin of the J-10, but it was more sci-fi.

Collecting reflected photons from the atmosphere into an image, the Light Mirror Technique is simply a cheat for search and tracking, and Lin Mo controls the Light Mirror Technique to search continuously on the ground.

The Tactical Tablet clearly describes the characteristics of the target, which is a horse team posing as an ordinary caravan, codenamed "Red Scorpion", specializing in the business of smuggling arms for poaching prey and medicinal herbs.

As a country with strict gun control, this smuggling group has seriously touched the country's bottom line, and not only that, but it is also mixed with ambitious separatists, who occasionally cause bloodshed and chaos in the northwest.

Lin Mo was following such an arms dealer this time, about 30 horses, specially picking that kind of mountain road to cross the border from the uninhabited area where it was difficult for the border guards to intercept.

A half-used AK, the purchase price is only two or three hundred yuan, but in this desolate and chaotic inland near the border, whether it is domestic or neighboring countries, it can easily be exchanged for rare medicinal materials and poaching goods worth tens of thousands of yuan, relying on smuggling and smuggling, although the road is far away, the transportation is inconvenient and the risk is huge, but a round trip is a crazy hundreds of thousands of times the profit, and these arms dealers are also quite dangerous, all of them are fierce outlaws, advanced equipment, rich combat experience, ordinary armed police are not their opponents at all, Only regular real combat troops can compete with it.

The J-10 has descended below the clouds, looming among the clouds, the reconnaissance range of the light mirror technique quickly swept over the rugged mountains, the light of the sudden mountains is not a good place to hide traces, but the western part of China near Central Asia can not find a big mountain full of trees, looking at the past, it is full of stones, sand, low weeds and rust-colored moss, and it is not easy to find a low small shrub.

The speed of the fighter jet was very fast, and with the light mirror technique to conduct a carpet search in the air, Lin Mo's pupils suddenly dilated, "Found it!"

That is, Lin Mo, who has light mirror skills, no matter how sharp the eyes of ordinary pilots are, it is difficult to find a team of horses slowly marching in the shadows at the foot of the mountain more than 8,000 meters below, moving forward in this kind of terrain with almost no roads, even motorcycles can't drive in, and they can only rely on livestock to carry through, not to mention how to supply, so it is even more difficult for people to find, the barren mountains and mountains are like looking for a needle in a haystack, and only Lin Mo has this confidence.

The number of horses, the number of people, and the characteristics of the cargo all responded to the introduction on the tactical tablet, and more importantly, these people still had guns on their backs, and these outlaws would not hesitate to shoot everything they saw in front of them if they had the slightest hint of wind and grass.

The roar of the fighter jets was not unexpectedly heard by the horsemen, but it was only at the extreme of sight that a small dot in the sky could be seen shuttling between the clouds.

The ultra-telephoto camera followed the light mirror technique to lock on the horse team for the first time, and Lin Mo could clearly see that the first horse in front of the horse team was riding on the horse, with a beard on his face and a head wrapped in his head, raised his head, glanced at himself casually towards the sky, and continued to look ahead to lead the team.

It's too normal for a plane to pass by in the sky, but the horse team doesn't know that it is not a simple soy sauce crowd passing by at this time, watching them from afar with technology and spells in the sky.

"That's it! Get it done!" At the moment when the leader of the horse team raised his head, Lin Mo used the super telephoto camera to give him a close-up, put away the light mirror technique, remembered the direction of the horse team, pulled a large arc, and returned to the base.

The information collected by the side-looking radar and cameras will be forwarded to BFIPU for analysis, which will be collected today and followed up tomorrow.

Fighter reconnaissance is like this, and it will stop at the point of a dragonfly, and if it is good, it will be closed, and if it is blatantly tailed, it will not be easy to track it again next time.

In western China, the geographical location of the "Dark Night" brigade usually does not get dark until after 8 p.m.

The moment the sunlight disappeared on the horizon, Lin Mo's J-10 landed on the special runway in the recess of the hill with a huge roar, and the news he brought back reached the ears of Colonel Feng Chenye, the captain of the "Dark Night" group, as soon as possible.

"What?!He found it?!" Colonel Feng Chenye's tone was obviously a little surprised, according to his prediction, Lin Mo should take at least two or three days to really find the target after at least one or two proofreadings by the ground personnel.

Could it be that this Lin Mo really has the talent for high-altitude reconnaissance?! Colonel Feng secretly had the idea in his heart that he had really dug people up this time.

"Have you gotten any of the information you obtained?" Colonel Feng was still not convinced, and asked.

"The firing team has seen the images and terrain scan data that have been sent back, and it has been verified that it is indeed a 'red scorpion'!"

The document in his hand was gently placed on the table, and Colonel Feng, who had maintained a cold and serious expression most of the time, tapped his index finger on the table, and now it was his turn to give orders.

"Let the first squadron be responsible for solving the matter of the 'red scorpion', and the air crew will send them over and tell the staff group that I will see the combat plan before ten o'clock in the evening." Colonel Feng knocked on the table dozens of times and made a decisive decision, this arms dealer is like a maggot attached to the bone, secretly providing arms and ammunition for some restless organizations in the country, and it is the best policy to solve it as soon as possible.

Actual combat troops do not only rely on lip service to destroy the enemy.

"Yes!" The signal soldier saluted, turned around and was about to leave to convey Colonel Feng's order, when Colonel Feng's voice came from behind him, "Wait, pay attention to Captain Huang, a few backbones of the 'Red Scorpion', I want to live, I want to see, where do their supplies come from?" ”

"Yes!" The signal soldier turned around and continued to salute, took note of Colonel Feng's words, turned around and slowed down a few steps, and finally did not hear Colonel Feng's voice again, so he quickened his pace and left.

After pulling a bowl of noodles from the canteen, Lin Mo happily returned to the hangar of the air crew, the hangar has almost become most of his home, except for sleeping, almost most of the time, he stays here, a brand-new J-10 can be manipulated by him, no matter where there will be no such opportunity, and in the "dark night", Lin Mo in addition to the identity of a fighter pilot, but also has the responsibility of a repair and maintenance mechanic, although he is not from a formal professional class, but with the aircraft sent dozens of thick illustrations and tutorial manuals, Coupled with the maintenance foundation he had learned in the base of the 7719 Flight Group, Lin Mo had become a half-mechanic, at least fiddling with a J-10 would not have much of a problem.

Maintenance personnel do not necessarily need to understand the principle and structure of the product better than the manufacturer and designer, they only need to follow the diagram to distinguish the fault state and the precautions during assembly.

Lin Mo wiped his mouth, while still thinking about whether to modify which part, replacing the electrolytic capacitor with a super farad capacitor, he simply treated the fighter as a private property to modify, squeeze and improve every bit of performance.

Fighter jets are only mass-produced industrial products, unless they are prototypes, it is inevitable to achieve a balance between performance and cost, and there is still considerable room for improvement.

For this alone, he searched for learning materials, and even the manufacturer's confidential mailbox sent more than a dozen emails to verify his modification ideas, and he was comparable to a Rolls-Royce-level customer.

The former golden dragon is not idle, at least, this guy who relies on Lin Mo to rub some rations can at least be an alarm clock and a radio, and it also integrates the military mobile phone SIM card with a confidential channel issued by the base, and can also be used as a mobile phone, with a TF card in the stomach, usually make a small game or something, the battery is not needed, the golden dragon talent void magnetic field can be converted into a stable power supply according to the principle of physics, and the super farad capacitor simulated not long ago can also save up the electric energy, Just in case.

This guy who has long lost his dragon appearance has never imagined that his body has evolved into so many complex structures and modules, and there are so many uses.

Leaving the 7719 base, Lin Mo still has to worry about the rations of the gold coins, there is not so much scrap metal here, but the bullets and shells left over from the training can barely make the gold coins mixed with water, otherwise it will have to be like the lyrics of "Bear and Cat Mimi", where is tomorrow's breakfast?

"Hurry! Push out both Mi-17s, quickly fill up the tank, bring the oil drums, be careful not to fly back, put the machine guns on the rack, get them all ready before eight o'clock, you still have an hour to prepare. Team Leader Pan was waving his fingers loudly.xzsj8.waving, looking at the list of what was hanging on the tactical tablet in his hand from time to time, and more than a dozen people in the air crew group were busy back and forth.

Lin Mo looked at his tactical tablet, and there was no task sent to him, and the task list was still on standby, so he went up and said hello: "Team Leader Pan!"

"Second Lieutenant Lin! There was a ・・・・・・ in the evening, and Team Leader Pan was about to speak, when he heard a burst of heavy footsteps and the slogan of "one, two, one" rushing closer.

I saw a large number of heavily armed soldiers rushing over.

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