After several hours of galloping through the desert, the two Humvees finally reached the edge of the oasis, but the scene before them made Zhang look very ugly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, a helicopter is slowly rising into the sky with a flying top, and it is already twenty or thirty meters above the ground, and it can still clearly see the dust road chief sitting in the passenger seat.

Han Feng couldn't help but blurt out: "It's Wuzhi 10!"

The Wuzhi 10 is a new generation of Chinese helicopter gunship, equipped with a rotating turret, and the wings can also carry anti-tank and air-to-air missiles, and the firepower is quite fierce.

Deng Hanfei showed ecstasy on his face, rushed out of the car first, waved to the sky and shouted: "Yichen Dao Chief, it's us, come down quickly, take us!"

Yichen Daoren glanced down, just in time to see Zhang Quyi push the door out of the car, hesitated for a moment, and finally a ruthless color flashed in his eyes, and said to the pilot: "Don't worry about them, leave and return to Hong Kong immediately, everything is about the safety of the aircraft, everything else is secondary!"

Although the pilot felt that it was inappropriate, he continued to increase his altitude as he was told, and turned around and flew in the direction of Port Sudan in the Red Sea.

Looking at the helicopter buzzing away, Deng Hanfei was dumbfounded, at such a close distance just now, even if the propeller of the helicopter was noisy, he should be able to hear it!

"Come back!" Deng Hanfei shouted unwillingly.

Zhu Yong couldn't help but scold: "Bastard, Lao Tzu knows that the bull-nosed Taoist priest is unreliable." ”

"Get in the car!" Zhang Quyi said with a grim expression, he was sure that Yichen Dao had heard it, because he also glanced down, but the cargo refused to lower the plane.

Originally, Zhang Quyi could have chased after him with a flying sword and forced the pilot to lower the helicopter, but he didn't want to do this, and the thing could be brought back like this, after all, it would save him a lot of trouble, but he was extremely unhappy with the selfish behavior of Yichen Dao people.

As soon as everyone returned to the Humvee, there was a sudden loud noise in the sky, and the helicopter, which had already flown far away, exploded into a ball of fire in the air, and there was still a long white band of air left in the sky, which was obviously the trajectory left by the missile when it flew.

At this time, a fighter plane roared violently from the sky, and everyone on the Humvee changed their faces greatly.

"Hide by the sand dunes!" Zhang Quyi shouted decisively, and at the same time came out of the window, stepping on the flying sword and soaring into the sky.

Han Feng and Deng Hanfei hurriedly started their vehicles and rushed to the back of the nearby sand dunes.

"Haha, tremble, human!" The two Mi pilots on the fighter laughed excitedly, and just now a missile shot down the Chinese helicopter gunship, and it felt like it was exploding.

The fighter plane flew over the sand dunes at a galloping speed, and unexpectedly made a vertical somersault and turned around, and a missile immediately flipped out from under the cabin, and a series of handsome and difficult maneuvers all showed the pilot's superb skills.

"OK, we-lock-down!" the pilot in the passenger seat triumphantly reported back to the accusation center.

The four-star general stands in front of a large screen with his hands on his chest, which shows two moving Humvees below.

"Well done, soldiers, open fire and blow the Chinese to ashes!"

"Received...... Oh, shit!"

The two pilots were about to launch missiles to destroy the Humvee below, when there was a sudden sound of banging from the window, and the two subconsciously turned their heads to look, and almost bounced off their seats.

At this time, there was a smiling face outside the window, and it turned out to be the Chinese who the general ordered to be blown up. At this moment, the Chinese man was stepping on a flying sword, sticking to the plane window to accompany him.

The two pilots were completely petrified, their mouths open in the shape of hippos, and they completely forgot to press the missile launch button, at which point the fighter plane had already passed over the heads of the two Humvees, missing the best time to launch the missile.

"Hey, what's going on with two idiots?" the technician in the accusation center suddenly fryed.

The four-star general was stunned for a moment, and felt a little uneasy in his heart, there would be no accident again, and shouted into the microphone: "Raised by a bitch, what the hell are you doing!"

At this time, the two pilots came back to their senses and were about to report the situation, but the Chinese man outside the window suddenly slapped his palm on the window, and the window glass, which was as strong as steel, was instantly shattered, and the wind poured in, and the air pressure in the cabin instantly dropped to zero.

"NO!" exclaimed the two pilots.

"Goodbye!" Zhang turned around and galloped backwards with his flying sword, the blade instantly cutting off the left wing of the fighter.

The fighter immediately lost its steadyness and landed headlong downward.

"Oh, shit, what's going on!" the technicians who pointed to the center hugged their heads and exclaimed, at this moment the image on the big screen was shaking violently, and it was rapidly approaching the ground below, and even fools could see that the fighter plane was planted straight to the ground.

"We are falling, repeating, falling, shit, ejection failure...... Be with the Lord, Amen...... Boom!"

There was a loud bang in the microphone, which then turned into a sizzling sound, and the screen turned into a snowflake.

There was silence in the monitoring room again, the four-star general's face was pale, and he sat down in his seat in a dejected manner, and within a few hours, he lost two fighters and four pilots in a row, which was unique in the history of the United States Air Force after World War II.

"General, don't send any more fighters until things are cleared!" Director X said in a deep voice.

One war crash is accidental, two in a row is unusual, nine times out of ten it is the ghost of that Chinese man, but I don't know how he did it. Although his sword can fly, it is obviously limited by distance, and it can't be too far away from his body, and the fighter plane is so high from the ground that it is impossible to be attacked!

Director X was puzzled, he had suffered a loss in the secret contest with Zhang Qu before, so he only studied it, and came to the conclusion that Zhang Quyi controlled the flying sword at a distance of about fifty meters, and he couldn't control it beyond this range. Fighter jets should be absolutely safe when flying at an altitude of 100 meters!

"Call all the fighters back, and all the ground troops are recalled, and you can't act without my orders!" The four-star general said in a deep voice, this cargo was finally a little scared, inexplicably lost two fighters, and also took the lives of four pilots, if more fighters crashed, he, the four-star general, would also have to take the blame and resign.

"Bring up the satellite images, send someone to retrieve the black box of the fighter, and find out the cause of the crash as soon as possible!" Director X was quite calm.

The four-star general came back to his senses and said urgently: "Yes, yes, quickly check the satellite images and see what is going on!"

The keyboard crackled, and satellite images were called up, but in the end nothing was found, although the satellite system of the United States is powerful, it cannot be photographed anywhere on the earth at all times, and unfortunately, there is no satellite monitoring of the scene at that time.

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