Chapter 1614: Lord of War
The radar showed 4 F-14s, but in fact 8 were attacked...
Those crazy pilots stacked the two fighter jets together. The moment the fleet discovered them and began to intercept them, the F-14 above suddenly dropped the Exocet missile, using the missile signal to block the radar signal of the comrades below...
Then the F-14 above turned away at the moment when the fleet's air defense launched, releasing a large number of jamming bombs to cover the comrades below who continued to advance...
At such a low altitude and such a close distance, even if the director helps the fleet cheat and makes them instantly dissatisfied with the medium and long-range anti-aircraft missiles, it will be useless. The combat altitude cannot meet the requirements, and time is too late...
The three F-14s that had completed their cover mission withdrew from the battle, but the Archerfish got rid of the Sea Sparrow through low-altitude and high-speed maneuvers, and covered the Cobra as it broke into the fleet...
Looking at the nearby aircraft carrier HMS Prince of Wales, the Archerfish suddenly rushed in front of the Cobra, then climbed at a high angle of attack, exposing its belly in front of the aircraft, and at the same time scattered a large amount of jamming bombs, destroying all the aircraft carriers. The firepower was temporarily attracted to himself...
"Hahahaha, we won..."
Cobra used the cover of the archer fish to press the launch button and launch the Exocet missile...
Then after he announced the hit in the director's department, he felt as if he had completed some kind of mission...
8 F-14 Tomcats hit two frigates, one destroyer and one aircraft carrier. In the end, only one fighter survived...
"We won!"
Cobra laughed and drove the F-14, passing by the side of the aircraft carrier bridge...
The huge tremor made the people in the command center squat down subconsciously, watching the fighter jets away with dull eyes...
Just when everyone fell into silence, under the cover of the rising sun in the east, 8 Su-27s and 16 Xiaolongs rushed towards the fleet close to the sea...
The morale of the fleet has been destroyed, no matter how the old general mobilizes it, it can no longer cheer up...
Seeing that two of their own destroyers were judged to have been shot, the sailors stood on the deck in a daze with dull eyes...
The old general sat dejectedly on his chair, watching the fighter jets flying through the fleet in a majestic manner against the sea. He remembered a mysterious phone call he had received before, and then waved his hands dejectedly and said: "Send the signal, we lost. We surrender..."
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At the PB headquarters on the outskirts of Oscar, Sweden, Qingshan’s hands were tangled together...
When the director clearly sent a message indicating that the NATO aircraft carrier fleet was defeated and surrendered, Aoyama held his head in disbelief...
"ah……"
The excited 'Three Yellow Chickens' ran around the command center excitedly, as if a long-standing illness was suddenly saved...
When he saw Qingshan holding his head with tears streaming down his face, the 'Three Yellow Chickens' screamed and ran over, jumped up on Qingshan's back, strangled his neck hard and shouted: "We win, we win." Already..."
At this time, no one cared about things like discipline and demeanor. Tony from the technical department threw away the computer in his hand and rushed into the middle of the strategic support temporary workers...
He excitedly high-fived a few young temporary workers who were not used to it, then hugged a temporary girl with short hair and kissed her hard. Then he was thrown over his shoulder and fell to the ground...
Tony, who was smashed to the ground, grinned at the fierce-looking temporary worker girl and said with a silly smile: "I want to fall in love..."
Just when the girl wanted to continue to rage, Tony, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his fist and shouted with the loudest voice in his life: "Strong blow..."
"Huha..."
Tony's slogan was like a signal...
"Strong blow..."
"Huha..."
The same slogan sounded repeatedly at and around the base...
Everyone paying attention to this exercise...
Soldiers from Tobruk, the Iraqi Humanitarian Operation Center, the Syrian Safe Zone, Mukalla in Yemen, Kandahar in Afghanistan, and the most important Sangha Town in Central Africa all walked onto the open square...
"Strong blow..."
"Huha..."
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At the United Nations Headquarters in New York, the Security Council held a closed-door meeting to discuss the inclusion of PB as a member organization of the Counter-Terrorism Committee...
And Algeria, a non-permanent member of the Security Council, submitted a proposal to make Jackal a member of the Counter-Terrorism Committee...
And the chairmanships of the three ABC groups of the committee were given to representatives of Brazil, Greece, and Qatar respectively...
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But just when everyone was busy, Beixi still exploded...
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On the island of Gotland…
Qiao Jia hung up the tenth call to congratulate him. He looked down at the military boots on his feet that were not stained with too much mud and water, and suddenly shook his head tiredly...
The battle was over. Of the nearly nine thousand enemies responsible for the landing, less than one-fifth survived.
The southeastern coast of Gotland was littered with corpses. A large number of general-purpose landing craft on the sea were like toys broken by naughty children. As the waves pushed them, they gradually crowded together to form a floating island that emitted black smoke and stench.
After the surrendered soldiers were disarmed, they gathered together in confusion, not knowing what fate they were about to face...
The P·B team, caught in a fanatical atmosphere, had no energy to pay attention to these prisoners...
Those soldiers from the barbaric land of Afika hummed the songs of their hometown, while helping their injured comrades receive treatment, while collecting the bodies of a few comrades...
There is no such thing as sadness…
The black soldiers put their dead comrades into body bags, then wrote their names on them and drew the pattern totems belonging to their tribe. Then four people carried stretchers and took their comrades to join in the celebration...
Dorian's body was covered with trophies collected from those executioners, and he proudly showed off to his comrades around him...
Seeing that the boss seemed a little unhappy, Dorian ran over with a smile and said loudly: "Boss, we have won..."
Qiao Jia reached out and gave Dorian a high-five, nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, it's not easy..."
Dorian put a silver lighter into Qiao Jia's hand with a sneaky look and whispered: "Boss, since we won, do you think my salary should be increased?
Level 30, I only need the salary of level 30..."
Qiao Jia reached out and patted Dorian on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Do a good job, and I will buy a luxury yacht at the end of the year and lend it to you for fun..."
After speaking, Qiao Jia turned around and hugged everyone around him, and sincerely said 'thank you' to everyone...
Looking at the excited anteaters, Qiao Jia waved his hands and shouted loudly: "We won, we defeated the NATO army, let's go home...
Go home with honor! "
"Strong blow..."
"Huha..."
Seeing those anteaters roaring at the top of their lungs, Qiaojia took a few steps, jumped on the top of a Milosh armored vehicle, stepped on the automatic weapon tower, waved his hands and roared loudly...
"I am the King of War..."
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"He won again..."
Aaron sat on the balcony of the Odessa hotel suite, looking at the rising sun, curling his lips and muttering to himself: "Well, you are the king of war...
But everything is not over yet, the chaos has just begun..."