Fighter bombing is extraordinary. Jackson immediately thought of a sneak attack launched by a country around him, but then he thought it was wrong. Who dared to launch an air attack on Sam Country? Asked, an urgent voice from his own people came from the headset: "Report to the commander-in-chief, the enemy's situation is unknown. According to relevant information, the host was attacked by the airport. Could someone robbed the fighter and attacked us?"

"What?" Jackson was shocked and almost roared, his vicious eyes flashed with cold murderous aura. This time, Jackson thought of Luo Zheng at the first time in his mind. He thought that only Luo Zheng could do such a thing. He was shocked and asked: "How many fighter jets? How many losses are from the host country's airport?"

"Two fighter jets sneaked into our base. The losses of the host country's airport are unknown and it is impossible to contact us at present. The fighter jets can take off calmly, at least it means that the airport was completely controlled by the sneak attacker, and the losses should not be small." The other party explained anxiously.

"Bastard, damn it." Jackson cursed in horror. When he thought of the consequences of the fighter attacking the base, his back felt cold and sweating all over his body. He quickly asked, "How is the loss of the base?"

"The heavy rain is too heavy and difficult to estimate. It is under statistics and the enemy planes are leaving in the past." The other party quickly replied.

"Walking west, it's them, damn bastards, these devils." Jackson roared angrily and looked at the dense forest covered by the heavy rain ahead. His face was as cold as frost, his eyes were full of cold murderous aura, and he shouted: "Everyone is there, chase me and kill them."

"Crack-Crack!" Everyone pushed the bullets up and looked at Jackson coldly, ready to pursue them. His eyes were beating with curiosity. He didn't know what was going on, so Jackson looked like he was running wild, but no one dared to ask.

"Rumbling!" Suddenly, the high-speed rotation of the helicopter propeller came from his ears. Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but look up at the sky covered by heavy rain. The heavy rain blocked the view. Nothing was seen except rain, but the rumbling of the helicopter was getting closer and closer. This sound was too familiar to everyone and would never be heard wrong.

Jackson also heard the voice and couldn't help but feel surprised, thinking that he had not sent an armed helicopter to help. He suddenly thought of the information that the host's airport was hijacked, and his face suddenly changed. He roared: "Hurry, disperse and hide, pay attention to air defense, it's the enemy."

"Enemy?" Everyone was surprised. A group of natives could still fly helicopters to attack. But the soldiers' instinct to obey orders still made everyone make the right choice and they all scattered.

On sunny days, you may be able to detect helicopter attacks in advance, but it is different on heavy rainy days. It not only blocks the view, but also covers the sound of the helicopter. It is not until the helicopter is approaching. It is too late to react at this moment. Two missiles roar down, fiercely tearing open the space barrier and rushing hard into the dense forest.

Before the two missiles could explode, two missiles roared out and crashed into the dense forest. Then four huge explosions sounded, one after another, huge shock waves shook the surrounding trees, red light rushed out of the woods, and black smoke rolled up in the rainstorm, as if a demon was grinning, extremely terrifying.

Before the explosion could stop, two helicopters rushed out of the rain and appeared over the dense forest, as if two invincible war gods rushed out of nine heavens. The fierce Minigang poured terrifying bullets into the dense forest, densely filled with rain, and the fire was in a mess.

The armed helicopter attacked and flapped his wings and left without looking back at the enemy behind him. The attack site was full of wild animals, and the trees as thick as bowls were blown off. The people hidden under the trees fell into a pool of blood, moaning in pain, shouting something.

Under a big tree, Jackson got up with difficulty, couldn't help but cough a few times, feeling his throat sweet, and a mouthful of blood surged up, spraying on the ground, instantly gathering with the rain, as if it was blooming blood, extremely strange. Jackson covered his heart tightly, looked around with a gray face, and found a corpse lying not far away, whose body had been divided into two, and his internal organs rolled all over the ground, and his death was extremely miserable.

Jackson endured his grief and anger and quickly checked around him. He found that many brothers were lying in pools of blood, either with broken hands or feet, and some of their bodies were directly blown to pieces, unable to find a complete place. Now he is like a Shura hell, extremely terrifying.

"Ah--" Jackson roared in grief and anger, his anger hit his heart, and a mouthful of blood surged up again. He felt a moment of dizziness and his body collapsed on the ground, as if he had been exhausted. Jackson's eyes were empty and he stared at the surroundings without any spirit. The brothers who had lived and died together were gone?

"Defeated, defeated again, you are a devil!" Jackson murmured, his face frightened and had no fighting spirit. The host country's airport was attacked, the base was bombed, and the three gutters of special forces were attacked by armed helicopters. Jackson had guessed something and knew that he had lost again and was unable to fight back.

Failure was already numb for Jackson, and he had lost too much, but this time it made Jackson feel a strong sense of fear, as if the end of the world had arrived. This fear penetrated deep into his soul, without fighting spirit, and without fighting spirit. He just stared at the countless injured brothers in a daze, confused and stunned.

Jackson sat motionlessly on the ground, looking around with blank eyes, his eyes were dull, his face was shattered, and his whole body was like a stone sculpture. If he hadn't had his eyelids occasionally moved, he would have been regarded as a dead person. After a while, the reconnaissance team behind the team came up to check the situation. He saw the ground's broken limbs and flesh, blood was washed by heavy rain and flowing into a river. The smell of blood was strong and terrifying. They were all shocked. They didn't know what to do. The officer quickly contacted the headquarters, but found that it could not be contacted.

At this time, a survivor from the pot cover staggered over from behind, his face was sad, his eyes were red, and he was breathing heavily. His cold eyes swept around the brothers on the ground, and a line of hot tears rolled down his eyes, and he roared sadly: "Hurry, save brothers, damn it, why are you still standing? Hurry!"

The survivor shouted like crazy, looking for something everywhere, and soon found Jackson with a dull look. He ran up quickly, without paying attention to the vines under his feet, and staggered forward, almost kneeling on the ground, got up and looked at Jackson and shouted miserably: "Head, it's gone, brothers are gone--!"

The voice was sad and miserable.
Chapter completed!