Section 512 - The war begins

In the hangar of the air crew, the J-18 "Red Eagle" placed next to the prototype and model of the "Demon" to replace Lin Mo's original J-10 position, almost most of its maintenance and maintenance work was operated by Lin Mo, who had already served as the deputy team leader.

Just like a real knight, only by maintaining his own weapons with his own hands and cultivating a certain sense of mysterious tacit understanding in the subtle way, can he exert his weapons to the greatest combat effectiveness.

The death of his "ex-girlfriend" J-10 made Lin Mo feel sorry for a while, and the little three "Mustangs" who were fostered in the South China Sea Fleet gave him some comfort, and the little lover "Dark Halberd" on the "Shi Lang" No. 83 aircraft carrier training ship also gave Lin Mo a new experience.

However, the elder's 512th section - the war has begun, the "demon" is still the fighter that Lin Mo spent the most effort on, although it is not fully formed, but every part is kept improving, all metal parts, Lin Mo does not require gold coins to use the most perfect formula, the best materials, the highest processing accuracy, and even let the gold dragon synthesize it by hand, even if it does not consider the aerodynamic force and other parts that are not loaded, the performance of its body is enough to rank first in the ranks of the most advanced fighters at present, Not every manufacturer can achieve the level of processing of the gold dragon.

The hangar site has a variety of equipment, even Cheng Fei's maintenance equipment, there are also Shen Fei's, as well as Lin Mo's own customized equipment, Lin Mo has been in the past few days, has been a gold coin control of the split robot responsible for maintenance work, through the computer management of the manipulator can automatically adjust and maintain, although only Lin Mo alone, and the equipment on the site is worthy of the efficiency of twenty professional mechanics.

All the people in the "Dark Night" base have long been accustomed to the various advanced equipment assigned to them by the domestic equipment research and development department, and they have extremely high immunity to anything new.

Even the air crew's extra self-made robot did not cause too much surprise, this kind of 512-war began novelty has also appeared in the base, but it is not as elaborate as Lin Mo's, and there is even a retired old-timer in the corner of a certain warehouse to play with the remaining stupid, stupid, and extremely rudimentary individual mobile armor.

From the Paris-Le Bourget International Aerospace Exhibition, Lin Mo gained a lot, and between touching and touching, he actually touched the bottom of the family brought out by Sukhoi Company.

In the past few days, it has taken a lot of effort to supplement a lot of data storage chips to back up the collected data.

took the time to open an email address, which was still empty, and Lin Mo sneered.

Lockheed. Martin still refused to give in, Lin Mo had expected it.

One of the few behemoths in the international aviation world will obediently surrender to a small pilot, how can they learn to be obedient if they don't clean up a few times.

As long as he finds an opportunity, Lin Mo will not hesitate to scare Lockheed a few times.

Looking at the J-18 "Red Eagle" quietly parked in the hangar, sprayed with matte matte green camouflage paint, Lin Mo recorded a series of improvement plans with his hand on his tactical tablet, which is the latest harvest, and he wants to apply them to the J-18 "Red Eagle" and "Demon" fuselage one by one for debugging.

As an entry-level aircraft design major, each step of the modification step will be recorded in detail one by one, about the "Red Eagle" share, go back and sell it to Shen Fei, maybe you can exchange it for some silver.

A hill near Talogan in the province of Takhar.

There is only a mess of rocks, with occasional moss and low shrubs among the rubble, except for a few herbivores passing by, the most that can be seen is the Afghan big-eared fox, looking around for edible fruit and rummaging for insects hiding under the rocks.

To the northeast, a majestic figure looms, and it is another mountain near the Hindu Kush, the Safed Hills Mountain, where the sun is shining on the earth.

The faint smell of gunpowder wafted from afar, still pungent.

In the direction where the smoke came, you can still clearly see several thick black smoke rising into the sky, as if weaving a dignified black cloud in the sky.

The enemy, about a thousand people, armed with armored vehicles and heavy machine guns, attacked from Baghlan Province in the night, and they did not know where to get howitzers, and they took themselves by surprise with a salvo.

A shrapnel cut a hole in his head, but fortunately, the Type 81-1 automatic rifle in his hand helped him block it, otherwise even the whole head would have been cut off in half.

His life was saved, and less than two months after it was issued, the rifle that was regarded as life was damaged, and only the magazine and the military spur were intact.

Nearly a quarter of the brothers fell to the ground forever, all of them were damn howitzers, a single shell could blow a big crater, and many brothers could not even recover their bodies, and even within the radius of destruction, the closer they were to the point of impact, the worse their deaths became.

The enemy's attack was too fierce, and there were many of them, and in the dark night you could see clear gunfire everywhere, and you couldn't even tell the direction clearly, you couldn't tell which ones were the enemy and which were your own people, and you could only hear your platoon commander shouting hoarsely nearby, so he stumbled to follow, and if it was a while at night, even if the enemy didn't kill himself, the blood would run dry.

The head is now wrapped in disinfectant gauze made by the Chinese, which is very useful, and after applying an unknown white powder, the bleeding stopped, thanks to Allah, and like many lucky people, he survived.

Lavari. Ugra. Ahmadi looked blankly to the southwest with the eight-bar automatic rifle and a dozen magazines he had re-obtained.

From there, the enemy came, and after withdrawing more than ten miles overnight, they moved into the second line of defense.

Damn it, the defense regiment, which claims to be not inferior to the government army, was beaten like this by a rabble.

"Lavari, are you alright?"

Lavari. Ugra. Ahmadi's superior, platoon commander Mohammed. Pashtun looked at his man under the age of twenty with concern, who was usually an active activist, but now he was silent and became a sullen man, Allah bless him, don't hurt his head, don't be a fool.

I heard that Rawari still came from a large family and went to secondary school, but during the Taliban government, the family was slaughtered, and only a few family members escaped, and finally wandered to the 2nd Infantry Battalion of the Defense Regiment of the Dragoon Foundation in Gem Valley.

Luckily, he survived last night, and Muhammad also planned to recommend Rawalli to the command or other civilian jobs, and if he could study, he should be considered a literate person, unlike himself, who could not read a word, only knew how to fight and kill, and be a big soldier, even if he was killed by a single shot, it would not be a pity to be killed by a single shot one day.

"Platoon commander, I'm okay!"

Hearing the voice of the platoon commander and hiding in the trench, Ravari shrank his head, still staring at the direction of the black smoke rising outside the trench.

It was their position last night, they had the best food, the best equipment, and the hardest trained defense regiment in the Jewel Valley, and the rout of last night was simply a shame, and if it hadn't been for the brothers of the second line approaching them, maybe not half of the people who had withdrawn had been withdrawn.

"It's okay! The sentinels will be watching, your mission is to rest, it's daytime, those guys won't sneak up like they did last night. ”

Muhammad. Pashtun nodded, turned away, and comforted his other men, cursing as he went, "A bunch of bastards, cowards, why don't they dare to attack from the provinces of Kabisa and Parwan, but from the province of Baghlan." ”

Hearing this, Rawari smiled slightly, Kabisa Province and Parwan Province are the closest to Kabul, and this enemy attack has been tacitly approved and secretly supported by some important government officials, and it is not a clear intention to tear up with the dragoon consortium that owns the four northern provinces and openly support the illegal armed robbery.

This is too blatant, and it will not only make the government lose its prestige, but also make the Afghan government lose the justification for international support.

What kind of integrity does a government composed of bandits and robbers have, and those countries in the West value credibility the most.

The thought turned here and Lavari's face changed, last night's howitzer attack, damn it, it was government troops! It was part of the 60 D-30 howitzers that the Bosnian and Herzegovina gave to the government army.

These bastards, if they don't come to support them, they even have a black hand, no wonder the defense group was caught off guard, and the government army actually colluded with the illegal armed forces.

At this time, a cheer was heard from the distance of the trench, and it became more and more enthusiastic and louder, and it quickly spread throughout the entire position of the second line of defense of the defense regiment like a spark.

"Hail Allah!"

"The enemy's artillery positions were taken out, it's fantastic."

"Hooray! The good news was that the enemy's howitzer battery of five guns was completely destroyed. ”

"It's just wonderful."

"Commander Abic sent a personal guard and a helicopter gunship squad to launch a surprise attack to annihilate the howitzer position."

"Hail Allah!" Lavari slammed his fist on the wall of the trench tunnel, letting out a low roar, as if the lost self-confidence had returned, and the defense regiment was really not so easy to be bullied casually, and their sweat and even blood during training were in vain.

"Attention, the enemy is coming! Man your posts! Do not run around. ”

Suddenly, there was the shouting of officers at all levels, and the enemy came up.

From time to time, fireballs exploded in front of the trenches, not because the enemy was too anxious, but because they were conducting fire reconnaissance with mortars, whether there were outpost fire points and minefields.

What a bunch of cunning guys.

In the distance, small black dots could be seen, approaching the position unhurriedly, and there were even some jeeps with heavy machine guns pressing down on the formation.

The war has begun!

PS: The war to solicit a monthly pass has begun...... rq！！！