The militia attack on the British stopped after the British rout exited the airport, and it was clear that the halt of the offensive was not an effective resistance on the part of the British, nor was it any mercy on the part of these veterans who had crawled through the Syrian scene.

The "Angel 202", which constantly put pressure on the British army in the sky, and the "Iron Cross", which drove the British artillery all the way, still could not change the embarrassing situation of only one hundred and ten people who crossed the crowd.

The most terrible thing is that there is not much ammunition for the modern weapons they carry, and the PzH2000 only has the diesel fuel in the tank, and the militia really dare not chase the British waves anymore, since the runway that can land the C-17 and A-10 has been vacated, then take it as soon as it is good.

In fact, the crowd dug out some opium cows at the airport for the monkey version of the "Vickers" light tanks for gasoline, but they themselves burned diesel fuel from the main battle tanks to the self-propelled guns and the military trucks that pulled the M777. It is precisely because of their extreme lack of fuel that there is a farce that "Arjun" has to seize the test effort and go out to pull water along the way.

"Well, I have a question, it's a bit unrealistic for me to land with a bomb on this rotten runway, do you still have any favorite targets to bomb, let's say it while the young lady still has oil in the tank!" Yang Xiaochen, the pilot of the A-10, once again confirmed the information that it was unsafe to land with a bomb on this runway.

If it was still in the dome light curtain, Yang Xiaochen would have lost the dozen or so general aviation bombs in a place where no one was around, anyway, the "director team" set up for those Eagle Sauce second-class people to be not short of money.

But now it's different from the past, and now even the broken airfields that have landed have to be robbed by others, and even if these general-purpose aviation bombs weighing 227 kilograms each dare not land with them, then they have to find a place worth going, right?

In less than three minutes, Lu Xiangyang, who had just entered the airspace of Mozambique, sent an order for the A-10 attack plane, codenamed "Angel 202", to bomb the British-controlled railway.

Since the fact that the planes in the hands of the crossing people have a powerful ground attack capability can no longer be hidden from the British, then simply bombard the railroad tracks that the Boer cavalry has not pulled clean!

Don't look at the C-17, and the number of fresh troops and a large amount of ammunition supplies have been transported, but the people and supplies are really not enough for the British army, which is often thousands of troops.

Of course, this refers to the situation where the British troops are gathering in large groups and rushing towards the airport, once the British come to challenge the crossing crowd in batches like the gourd baby saved grandpa, then no matter how many batches of people come, they will be swallowed up by the black hole formed by the huge weapon generation difference between the two sides.

However, even when he was in full swing through the aura of the mentally handicapped, Lu Xiangyang did not dare to expect that the British would be stupid enough to play this kind of refueling tactic.

So in order to prevent the opium cow from playing crowd tactics when his foothold was not stable, Lu Xiangyang could only risk tearing his face with the opium cow and letting Yang Xiaochen go to blow up the railway.

"Sneijder! Come here! The Strawberry Soldier shouted loudly to the Boer who had gone and returned.

"God forbid, you're still alive, I thought you wouldn't survive this wave of the British!" Sneijder was clearly a veteran too, and he knew very well that the young man who spoke German with a strange accent was a young man who had just started on the battlefield.

"Stop talking nonsense, give me the strongholds of the British along the railroad and mark them on the map!" The Strawberry Soldier said as he tossed Snead a filter cigarette.

Soon a British's stronghold on the railway line with a large amount of materials was pointed out by Sneijder, and at this time, Boss Zhao didn't dare to slam the door to close the GSP positioning system, so Yang Xiaochen quickly found the British's stronghold.

Perhaps inspired by the machine gun used by the foot basin chicken to shoot at the helicopter gunships during the First Sino-Japanese War, when Yang Xiaochen drove this "Warthog" A-10 attack plane to dive towards the British warehouses on the side of the railway, he actually found that someone on the ground was firing at her with machine guns!

"Yo, the British actually have anti-aircraft firepower!" Yang Xiaochen said in Yang Hao, Hu Kaili, and their Kan Dashan channel.

"Huh!? Anti-aircraft machine gun or anti-aircraft gun? Young lady, you have to be careful! Hu Kaili said very doggedly.

"Hey, it's just a bunch of brain-dead stuff, I'm curious they can't even get tracer bullets, is this Nima playing Buddhist air defense?" At the same time that Yang Xiaochen pulled up the fuselage and teased the British's kindergarten-style anti-aircraft weapons, a ball of fire had already lit up on the ground behind her.

John Niu had been thinking about tinkering with anti-aircraft weapons as early as when he was having an affair with Hans, and they were very sure that as long as the price was good, they would sell the aircraft manufacturing technology with the face of the Great Song Dynasty!

This stronghold as a material transfer station set up several John Bull's own multi-mounted anti-aircraft machine guns, the British who were killed in the late stage of paranoia beware of the Boers who got the plane from the Great Song or the Germans will play kamikaze attack, after all, they themselves have fallen the plane, and the power of that thing is no less than that of caliber naval guns.

This kind of Maxim machine gun, which is just a large-caliber version, still uses ordinary bullets, and the machine gun shooter shoots at the plane by calculating the amount of advance, and as for the hit rate, well, look at God!

When the "Warthog" attack plane piloted by Yang Xiaochen swooped towards this stronghold, the British air defense soldiers were confused, they heard that the plane of the Great Song people was very fast, but this thing in the sky in front of them was obviously not the same dimension as the target plane they had hit.

It is indeed difficult for these British air defense soldiers, who had only seen the old propeller aircraft before World War I, to estimate the speed of the A-10 with two universal TF34-GE-100 turbofan engines hanging from its tail.

Therefore, Yang Xiaochen also relied on his super eyesight to find that someone on the ground was firing in her direction, as for what Hu Kaili said to be careful of these anti-aircraft firepower, it is not there at all, even if these Buddhist air defense soldiers are lucky to shoot the "Angel 202", but the bullets fired by these machine guns with water-cooled sleeves are impossible to cause any damage to the 50 mm thick titanium alloy bulletproof plate under the belly of the A-10.

Relying on his cockpit surrounded by titanium alloy bulletproof plates ranging from 12.7 to 38 mm in thin thickness, Yang Xiaochen almost swept over the building of the British stronghold, and the pile of bits and pieces under the belly of the plane also accurately smashed the bottles and cans of the British.

"Okay, all the eggs have been laid, and now the old lady can go back to the nest with peace of mind!" Yang Xiaochen said in the Kan Dashan channel.

"Uh, young lady, I just received a piece of news that is not good news." Hu Kaili said.

"Speak human words!" Yang Xiaochen said impatiently.

"Someone at Command is confirming the location of a signal, as if your ground crew was being scattered in a rather distant position." Hu Kaili said.

"My ground handlers? Why the hell did you tell me that my ground crew was stuck outside after I had finished dropping the bombs? You're all itchy, aren't you? Sitting on a Gatling Vulcan cannon loaded with depleted uranium shells all day, Yang Xiaochen's temper became more and more irritable.

"Blame me, the command is still verifying the information at this time, I'll give you a thorough explanation first!" Hu Kaili said aggrievedly.

Soon Jiang Yuan notified Yang Xiaochen of the news that the ground crew was trapped on the official channel, and Yang Xiaochen, who was angry, scolded this "fire controller" with a bloody head.

Now the bombs on the belly and wing hardpoints of the "Warthog" attack aircraft have all been dropped, and the 30mm GAU-8 7-barreled Gatling cannon has not had much ammunition after strafing all the way along the tank formation of the Opium Ox.

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