As if performing a high-thrilling acrobatics, the "Thunder Dragon" fighter planes tossed and turned in the speed range against the crimson trajectory of the antiaircraft machine gun, rushed without flinching, and scattered aerial artillery shells and rockets to beat India's air defense positions to the point of losing their temper.

Lin Mo did not have any pity and guilt because of this, according to the first words of the soldiers of the Slan Emperor** Regiment entering the camp: When he picked up the weapon, his kindness had already been eaten by the beast, that is, the devil, the bloodthirsty devil!

In the eyes of Indians, Lin Mo's single-handedly "Thunder Dragon" fighter has become the embodiment of the devil, and will not be because he is fleeing or pretending to be dead, 23mm aerial shells will mercilessly tear apart the body, turn the flesh and blood into fragments and smoke, and re-nourish the mountains, water, trees and all creatures here.

When Lin Mo was in the middle of his murderous life, he frantically pulled the launch button of the aerial gun, fought to the death with the anti-aircraft fire on the ground, swept away one firepower point after another of the Indian army, and couldn't help but roar: "Dragoon Legion!" Impact!"

The on-board 23mm gun's burst fire system was specially set up to fire only 10 rounds at a time, and a standard 220-round chain was enough to give Lin Mo 22 opportunities to attack the gun.

"Is the dragon knight crazy?!" ZDK-03 airborne AWACS "Saber-toothed Tiger" and other pilots who connected to the channel looked at each other.

Lin Mo's selfless cry made everyone who heard it blink their eyes in unison.

Is there a "Dragoon Legion"?

Although the fighter they piloted, one was called "Raptor" and the other was called "Thunder".

The murderous Lin Mo completely forgot that he was a fighter pilot in this world, or a dragon knight of the Dragoon Legion of the Slan Empire in another world, and he vented his pride as an air cavalry warrior without reservation.

Yes, Lin Mo is already crazy, but the Indians are also crazy, and Pakistan used a "Thunder" fighter to break the Indian military's defense and advance battle plan.

So what else is going to be fought behind and how?

Just surrender!

In the face of only a light supersonic fighter, and not yet advanced.

It is just a quasi-third-generation ordinary model in mass production, but the Indian side is not immune to even the air defense position, first the nearby radar station was destroyed, and then a carrier bomb directly covered the anti-aircraft gun position.

Isn't it crazy that this damn "Thunder Dragon" even dares to hedge and shoot at anti-aircraft machine gun positions?!

As soon as it appears in the sky, it is still desperately attacking the area controlled by the Indian military, even if it breaks through the ceasefire line in Kashmir.

Either die or I live, this is the rule of survival on the battlefield for Lin Mo and his two lives.

Lin Mo, who killed the red-eyed, didn't know what it meant to be merciful.

What mighty soldiers, what benevolent and righteous teachers, all left behind, and the modern weapons superimposed by the light mirror technique are like the scythe of death harvesting life.

The ground crews at Peshawar Air Base also went crazy with Lin Mo, unceremoniously mounted air-to-ground attack mass killers, and heavy aerial bombs, aviation incendiary bombs, and aviation cloud burst bombs took turns to load on the wing hardpoints of Lin Mo's "Thunder" fighters.

An aerial bomb with a 250-kilogram charge can directly lift more than 50 pieces of earth and rocks, and within a radius of thirty or forty meters, people and animals will die wherever the shock wave passes.

If this kind of mass killing weapon is smashed down, where can India's ground forces stand it.

The "dry meat", "pheasant" and "gold coin" waiting for the fish to be hooked in the air have long been dumbfounded, is this still bait? Is there such a "bait" that is alive and well with the Indians?

Just looking at this ferocity, it is enough to make the Indian Asans crazy.

This is no longer some kind of bait, but directly outside the house, pry the door and smash the window, ready to set fire to the house.

India's air force finally appeared, four Mirage-2000s, and went straight to Lin Mo, who was burning everywhere like a bandit.

Well, it's not fished, it's forced out by planing.

"'Dragon Knight', the target appears, four Mirage-2000s, heart!" Meat dry' they will arrive immediately!"

According to the statistics of foreign experts, the difference between the combat effect of the early warning aircraft and the use of the early warning aircraft should be at least 7 to 30 times.

"The target has been found!"

Lin Mo connected the dots on the console and blew out the ground attack weapon, and at the same time shook off the auxiliary fuel tank, which was used as an aviation incendiary bomb to blow up the Indian troops on the ground.

It's not the first time he's done this kind of thing.

The Air Force has an innate high superiority over the Army, and I can hit it, but I can't hit it.

Instead of dwelling on the ground attack, the Thunder swerved and rushed in the direction of the four Mirage-2000s, and if he turned and ran, he might be able to hold out until the FC-20 arrived.

To everyone's surprise, Lin Mo directly launched a one-on-four attack.

I don't know if it's like this, everyone gasps in front of the radar screen, and the other side is not an immovable anti-aircraft anti-aircraft machine gun position.

"Dragon Knight, Dragon Knight, what are you doing, retreat, retreat immediately! Come back!"

The sweet voice of the soldier girl in the command center of the "Persian Cat" disappeared, and her voice was full of anxiety.

"Target Discovery, Lock!" Unaware, Lin Mo activated the AIM-7F Sparrow medium-range missile under the wings and carried out an over-the-horizon lock, "Launch!"

Although his ears were filled with the call of the "Persian Cat" command center, Lin Mo calmly pressed the launch button.

I've been waiting for you for a long time!

A flash of fire flashed under the wings, and a puff of white smoke poured out.

Almost at the same time, radar screens showed that the opposing side also fired two 'Astra' air-to-air missiles at the same time.

"Hmph!~" Lin Mo snorted disdainfully in his nostrils.

These Ah San don't want to change anything fresh, except for the unstable inverted stove "Astra", whether they can import some goods, even if it is the original "Mika" missile of the Mirage-2000.

Supersonic start, the "Thunder" lifted the left wing forty-five degrees, and pulled up a large arc of the bend.

Just like in the dueling arena, the samurai began to look for the best angle to attack, but this was all based on the airborne radar scanning, and before the opponent was within visual range, Lin Mo began to prepare to attack.

When Lin Mo had already seen the other party, two 'Astra' with long flame tails had already rushed towards him.

Air-to-air missiles are not aircraft artillery shells, and not only are they limited in number, but they are also very expensive, and it is impossible to launch them continuously.

Twisting the joystick and adjusting the angle between the attitude and the incoming missile, Lin Mo was unhurriedly prepared for evasive maneuvering, and dealing with missiles was not only a stupid way to shoot down with aerial artillery, but also a little bit of ammunition that could be saved.

Rumble!~

The force under the wing was violently strengthened, and the large-angle serpentine maneuver evaded the "Thunder" to calculate and adjust the angle, and suddenly passed through the middle of the two "Astra".

The 'Astra', which was sent by the guide, did not have time to adjust the angle, and was directly ignited by the fuse, and although the missile with high overload was fast, it was not easy to turn around, and the detonation method was divided into direct hit and nearby detonation.

When Lin Mo's "Thunder Dragon" swept near the 'Astra', it directly detonated the missile, but the two sides crossed over, and after the speed was stacked, the exploding shrapnel could only chase the tail flame of the "Thunder Dragon" in vain, and exploded two incomparably beautiful red fireballs in the rear plane.

However, India's four Mirage-2000 were not so lucky, and the lack of maneuverability of the Mirage-2000 was immediately exposed, and India's pilot training was far inferior to that of China, the United States and Russia, so it was directly taken down by the AIM-7F Sparrow medium-range missile.

"One to four" has become "one to three" in the blink of an eye!

The "saber-toothed tiger" and the "Persian cat" were collectively hairfelt.

Hurry over! If you don't go, it's too late!"

The three FC-20s rushed to the air combat area of Lin Mo and the three Mirage-2000s of the Indian Air Force, even at the expense of entering a supersonic state.

Next, the pilots of the three FC-20s called the "Saber-toothed Tiger" and "Persian Cat" personnel to Hun in one sentence.

"Hurry! I was beaten by the dragon knight when it was late, this guy is very powerful, don't let us even have a mouthful of soup to drink. ”

"Dragon Knight, fight slowly, leave a few for us, just three, one for each of us!"

"Yes, yes, the mission is over, Dragon Knight, stay where it's cool."

The co-authoring of this couple is not here to rescue, but to grab the merits of the war, for fear that it will be too late, the remaining three Mirage-2000s were all shot down by Lin Mo, and it took a long time to plan, the Indians finally took the bait, but don't make a wedding dress for Lin Mo.

If this continues, Lin Mo will have to become a super ace suprace.

At an altitude of 15,000 meters, the auxiliary fuel tank was thrown off, and the three silver swallows flew close to the theoretical supersonic limit of the FC-20, and even the sound was far behind, until two or three seconds later, a thunderous sound like a thunderbolt could be heard.

"I'm sorry, brothers, I started first!"

Lin Mo was not polite, and directly piloted the "Thunder Dragon" fighter, like an iron horse sprinting with all his might, and smashed into the chaotic formation of the Mirage-2000.

When the engine was refueled, he still didn't forget to shout: "Dragoon Legion!~ Charge!"

A person, a fighter, in the eyes of the pilots of the Mirage-2000, seemed to see a legion with an overwhelming thunder rolling towards them, and wherever it passed, there was not a single piece of armor.

A fighter jet struck out with the momentum of a large formation of aircraft