Witnessing the scene of warplanes bombing the convoy and villages also suffering innocently, Long Yun's shouts were not all out of blood and bravery.

Because he is a pilot and a super ace with extremely rich combat experience, Long Yun has a lot of understanding of the mentality of air crew personnel when they carry out combat missions, and he does not expect Basel and others to rely on an "arrow" missile launcher to shoot away so many enemy planes now.

After all, even if every shot is missed, they only have two missiles in their hands, right?

In the face of low-altitude attack aircraft, the firepower density and firing accuracy of non-full-time air defense units often do not meet the operational requirements, and they are basically unable to fight against the attack of the aircraft head-on, but the reason why they still insist on firing is not to eliminate the intruders in many cases, but to continue to fire to interfere with and deter the enemy planes' attack and firing movements, as long as this goal is achieved, it is considered a success.

Just like now, unlike Basel's idea of engaging in covert combat, Long Yun believes that as long as he decisively launches an "arrow" missile and lets the FIAF pilots hovering over the theater see it, these people will be afraid, at least they will no longer have the same old-fashioned tactics as they do now when they carry out dive bombing again and again.

But while his considerations were reasonable, Lieutenant Basel was concerned about the task of "escorting the pilots" and was reluctant to expose the target.

However, after watching for a while, I saw that the number of FIAF fighters attacking this time and the bombs mounted seemed to be very rich, and the gray-bellied "Jaguar" attack planes were going back and forth in the sky without stopping, and the lieutenant couldn't help but spit on the ground, and his truck fleet would be wiped out!

Come to think of it. Basel patted Long Yun on the shoulder. Let Mr. Pilot leave the earthen wall with him and make a detour outward. After confirming that the two had been concealed, he used the walkie-talkie to order Tahir to search for the target and engage in it cheaply.

After receiving the lieutenant's order, the driver, who was squatting at the foot of the rough house, carried the 9M32 "Arrow" missile launcher, and he asked the young man Niji to put aside the spare missile launcher first, go to the roof of the house to indicate the incoming target for himself, and then stuff the battery plug into the equipment box at the front of the launcher, and pull open the sight to prepare for interception.

There have been times when I have served as a guard, but I have never encountered such a big battle. Tahir looked like he was looking normal and nervous, and he didn't quite understand what these Liberal fighters were doing today.

Hordes of people come out to blow up a fleet of trucks, have these FIAF villains taken the wrong medicine?

Many attack planes were loaded with bombs to bomb ground targets with no resistance and no tactical value, and the "Jaguar" fighters from the "Fahd" wing of the FIAF did behave a little erratically today, in fact, the original target of these fighters was not here, they were temporarily wandering here from nearby airspace.

Departing from the air base north of Baghdad that morning, several "Jaguar" fighters of Squadron A of the "Fahd" wing had received orders from the command headquarters to load 227 pounds of aerial bombs to bomb the New Party positions near Tuz Hurmatu. Make a fire preparation for the offensive of the ground forces. Flying all the way to the north without hindrance, the "Jaguars" led by Air Force Major Alef Emir arrived over the battlefield. The cunning New Party troops had already slipped with oil on the soles of their feet, and the Liberal armored troops on the ground casually fired a few shots to capture a large area of position; The command then issued an order to "attack at will", allowing the attack fleet to play freely and find a place to drop the bombs before returning home.

Given the instructions to "engage freely", the pilots of the FIAF began to take matters into their own hands, and anyway, now that the sky in the newly party-controlled area was almost completely open, and there were not a few NATA fighters in the sky, these "jaguars" divided into two routes, one went back in circles to bomb the city of Tuzhurmatu, and the other continued north, searching for any target that could be blown up to carry out the attack.

The attack plane of Squadron A, which flew north, encountered the convoy where Long Yun was, which was actually an accident with a small probability.

However, by chance, the aerial bombs mounted under the wings of the fighters were not discounted at all, and the almost defenseless transport convoy was immediately blown up.

On the ground, a fire was everywhere and smoke billowed from the fierce excitement of this seemingly "battlefield", which made the FIAF pilots very excited, and they flew their warplanes into the attack route again and again, intending to drop all the bombs on board and blow up the dilapidated village next to it.

In this almost vent-like battle, the fighter plane followed a "Jaguar" in front of him to dive and drop bombs, but the sharp-eyed Iraqi pilot suddenly saw a thin white smoke trail rising from the background of the earth, and he immediately shouted in the cockpit and reminded the friendly planes in front of him to be vigilant through the radio -- there was no precision bombing in the first place, and the two FIAF "Jaguars" did not go far at a low altitude. The fighter plane then made a crooked sideways turn, and the "Arrow" missile, which shot out of the white smoke track, could not catch up with the tail and fell directly after flying a certain distance.

Launching a sneak attack when the enemy plane dived and pulled up, the first shot that was the easiest to hit was actually dodged by the enemy, Tahir gritted his teeth and dismantled the missile canister, he carried the guidance module and greeted loudly, while telling Negi on the roof to jump down and carry the launcher and run away.

At this moment, they will definitely be discovered by the enemy, and if they run slowly, they will probably be killed.

Seeing that the first missile failed to shoot down the enemy plane, Lieutenant Basel, who was hiding not far away, was also very frustrated, knowing that the only two "arrow" missiles in the convoy could deal with the enemy plane, and when the missiles ran out, they could only work together and wait to be beaten.

The rebels on the ground were in a bad mood, and the fighter pilot in the sky was even more irritable, he had just been attacked by a man-portable missile, and he was almost about to give his life here, the pilot reminded the planes to be careful in the channel, and then drove the "Jaguar" to turn around in the air and come back, and the push rod dived to the house where the missile was vacated just now, and then viciously pressed the button, and the two "Defa" 552 aircraft guns on the side of the fighter plane immediately spit out dark red tongues of fire, and the ground was suddenly swept by the storm of warhead detonation!

The dozens of shells fired by the two guns together, how could the simple adobe house withstand it, and in the blink of an eye, it was blown up with dust and sand and stones, and it was almost dismantled directly by this shelling.

At the beginning of its design, it was used as a full-time ground attack aircraft, but the small "Jaguar" was equipped with two 30-millimeter caliber "Defa" 552 cannons, and the rate of fire and power of this single-barreled rifled gun were quite good, and it also had a strong lethality and deterrence in the face of ground targets.

Seeing that this "Jaguar" entered the dive and the artillery strafed, the FIAF pilots, who were also on guard because of a surprise incoming missile, seemed to have lost their minds, or they had always felt that the anti-aircraft fire on the ground was very weak, but they were suddenly threatened by missiles, and now they all suddenly became angry, not only continued to throw bombs back and forth, but also began to strafe a target on the ground with aerial guns during the dive.

Look at the frenzy of the "Jaguars" of the FIAF to engage in air raids, as if they were dealing not with a fleet of trucks, but against a fully equipped armored battalion!

With the continuous firing of the fighters, the ground, which was already full of messes, became even more chaotic at this time.

With bombs and aviation guns on one side, truck teams with poor firepower and villages where civilians live, the tragic scene of indiscriminate bombardment can be imagined; Seeing that the black pressure fighter plane in the sky was still going crazy, Lieutenant Basel was also aroused by a temper, and he raised his gun to aim like the guards around him who were still insisting on firing back, and chased a fighter plane with AKS74 and swept two long point shots, of course, this kind of attack like a big luck attack could not be effective.

By the time the air alert was received, the off-road trucks in the convoy had been scattered and had not been destroyed until now; But looking at this posture, these Liberal fighters will not stop until they bomb all suspicious targets on the ground into ruins.

With a stack of angry faces, the lieutenant ripped off the plastic magazine of the short assault rifle, and while fumbling for the spare magazine from the diagonal pocket, he told the pilot next to him to follow him to avoid the edge for a while - big deal, this batch of supplies is thrown here, in short, the mission must be completed and the volunteer pilot must be sent safely to Kirkuk!

Hearing the lieutenant's shout, clutching Beretta's pistol and lying on the side of the low bushes, Long Yun only felt that his palms were sticky and full of sweat, he got up and followed Basel's footsteps and trotted all the way, paying attention to finding cover to hide his figure, while pressing his hand on the soft-brimmed hat and looking left and right. Accustomed to the peaceful environment, the first time he stepped foot on this land where the war was burning, the fire and smoke in front of him formed an extremely abrupt contrast with the domestic singing and dancing, which made him feel a little unreal, although the heavy breathing in his ears and the creaking and messy footsteps have been reminding him that what he sees and hears now is a cruel reality.

The fighter planes roared in the air, the explosions around them came and went, and the sight seemed to be shaking, is this what the soldiers really feel on the battlefield?

Running along a low-lying path, Long Yun followed the lieutenant around the corner and stopped by the low wall, Bassel even told him to wait here with a gesture, and he prepared to go around the open and approach the truck parked dozens of meters away; As the lead officer, he knew that the KAMAZ-4310 was carrying the arms that had been traded, and he might be able to pull some powerful weapons from it to rescue the emergency. (To be continued......)