The crazy legion, known as Jiangnan on the Fort, flashed by from below. Eight Tu-22m3s left the large formation and rushed towards the Karamay oil field. These eight counterfires climbed straight at a terrible speed of several thousand meters per minute. When they opened up the afterburner, the sonic bomb cloud flashed, and with the fuselage as the center, forming an irregular circular white vortex, which was spectacular. The target was very close, and these eight Tu-22m3s no longer needed to hide their whereabouts carefully. In the air defense alarm that was rising up the sky below, the pilot cursed: "Go to die!" He pressed the button hard. The as-6 air-to-ground missile had been preheated and was instantly activated. He left the pylon and ignited it straight towards the four.

The target flew away a hundred kilometers away! The huge bomber chased the missiles at twice the speed of sound and rushed towards the oil field. These sixteen As-6s were just gifts given to the Karamay Oilfield by the group of counterfire bombers. The total 69 250-kilogram aviation bombs or eight Fab-1500 bombs were hidden in the bomb bay. These bombs will fly to various key locations of the oil field under the guidance of the special forces of the signal flag that the Soviet army infiltrated into Karamay Oilfield in advance, and flew the entire oil field into a sea of ​​fire. While destroying the fuel supply base of this Northwest War Zone, it also covers the main aircraft group. In order to achieve this goal, it is worth it to fight all the eight Tu-22m3s!

However, just as soon as it climbed to a height of 6,000 meters, the Chinese army began to counterattack. A sharp green light shot into the sky, nailed it to the left wing of a Tu-22m3 slowly passed by. Mars splashed everywhere, and a hole was cut out from the left wing. The huge air resistance brought by the speed of sound brought by twice the speed of sound mercilessly tore the hole apart, twisting the wing of Tu-22m3. The unlucky bomber immediately lost its balance and rolled and fell to the ground, turning into a ball of thick smoke and fire with a diameter of 1,000 meters. The explosion was deafening, and it could be heard dozens of kilometers away!

This was just the beginning. The entire formation had not yet reacted. The green light flashed again and cut the tail knife of a Tu-22m3 in the splash of Mars. The high-air flow gently pulled the tail wing away. Two seconds later, the belated explosion turned the entire bomber into an extremely huge fire phoenix. With the explosions one after another, tens of thousands of fireballs were thrown out of it, sprinkling a meteor shower.

Two were missing in an instant, and all the pilots' pupils were shrinking. Although they knew the dangers of this bombing operation, when the Chinese army's air defense system was activated, its terrible power was beyond the imagination of all pilots! What's worse was that the radar showed that a hundred kilometers away, more than a dozen fighter jets were rushing towards them, and their speed and altitude were not inferior to Tu-22m3. It was the highest and fastest fighter jet in the J-8, the Republic!

The formation commander had a headache. The Tu-22m3 is of course powerful, so powerful that many air defense missiles cannot catch up with it, but it is just a bomber after all, and has no air combat capabilities. In order to achieve the concealment of bombing, they do not have fighter jets to escort. In fact, after the Su-27 exited the battlefield, there were no fighter jets in the Soviet front-line aviation forces that could protect these bombers with a range of 7,000 or even tens of thousands of kilometers. Who made MiG fighters always famous for their short legs? Without fighter jets, once the Chinese fighter jets were bitten, they would be dead! The commander gritted his teeth and ordered: "Reduce the flight altitude and fly at high subsonic speeds, the altitude must not exceed one thousand meters!"

This is the only way. Everyone knows that the J-8's low-altitude performance has always been poor and it is difficult to control when it reaches a low altitude. Moreover, reducing the flight altitude can limit the attack of the Chinese army's strategic laser. There are many benefits. After being killed one more aircraft, the remaining five aircraft rushed down and disappeared from the radar screen of the J-8.

The terrifying light of death really didn't catch up with it again.

However, before he could take a breath, the Soviet pilots were shocked to see the fire snakes on the ground dozens of kilometers away shining, and the purple-red light ball with a larger fist swept towards them at a speed of more than Mach. The dazzling red bullet marks instantly cut the sky into pieces, shattering the horizon of each pilot tightly!

"Why cannons hit so far!?"

This was the last question that flashed through the mind of the Soviet pilot. In the next second, Tu-22m3 was wrapped in huge nets made of fire, and danced the death dance in the rain of bullets. The body broke in the burst sound of ping-pong, and fragments splashed, as if it was torn to pieces.

A few dozen seconds later, a shocking explosion roar came from the Karamay oil field. Black and red flames rushed straight into the sky. The crude oil with fire gushed out of the hit drilling well, spraying dozens of meters high, as if magma spurted out from the depths of the earth's crust. Three of the sixteen As-6 air-to-ground missiles broke through the interception, hitting three oil drilling wells, causing a skyrocketing fire. However, to the disappointment of the Soviet army, the refinery they most wanted to destroy was fine. The six missiles flying to the refinery were smashed by the wall of the bullet swept out by the metal storm electronic gun.

"The Storm Brigade successfully attracted the attention of the Chinese army!"

Colonel Stringka's face was as deep as water, and the Chinese army's reaction was faster than he expected. Unless a miracle happened, he might never see the eight Tu-22m3s again. He gritted his teeth and issued an order to attack the Chinese army's rail gun base with all his might.

The deadly green light kept sweeping, and terrible cracks were made on Tu-22m3. The high air current immediately tore the cracks open and rushed in, pulling away everything that could be pulled. Tu-22m3 fell one after another. The losses rose in a straight line, but Colonel Stringka and his comrades were not afraid and rushed straight towards their respective targets. The as-6 air-to-ground missile dragged the dazzling tail flame across the sky, adding a bit of beautiful and terrifying color to this night. On the ground, large smoke flames were

Spraying into the air, the Red Flag air defense missiles burst out, shooting towards bombers in the sky like javelins, and anti-aircraft guns were fully fired. A series of tracer bullets that were dense to the extreme swept into the air like a meteor shower flying from the earth to the moon, making the night sky extremely magnificent. When they exploded in groups, even the most spectacular fireworks performance was miserable. The huge fuselage of Tu-22m3 was shaking up and down under the shaking of the explosion shock wave, and the fine shrapnel hit the fuselage, jingling, and the scene was really thrilling!

The crew members of the four B-2 bombers were frightened by such dense air defense firepower. Even the young Van Fritt's face turned pale and could not speak. Fortunately, they have not been attacked so far. The stealth performance of the B-2 is really not covered. Even the most advanced air defense radar is difficult to detect. Unless it is accidentally hit by a string of anti-aircraft artillery shells, the sky is open to them! But the situation seems a bit bad. Many fighter jets of the Chinese army are circling the airspace one after another, which is obvious.

It is to kill them all. Viper iii made a scream that made people's hair stand upside down, swept across the sky with a fire and headed straight to Tu-22m3. The winding flames and the tail flames of the air defense missiles rushing towards the sky were complemented by each other, and they intertwined into a net of heaven and earth. No matter where Tu-22m3 escaped, there will always be missiles in the middle of the tunnel. Coupled with the passing strategic laser and the elusive electromagnetic anti-aircraft gun, the counterfire was tormented to death. A Soviet pilot burst into fright and angry, with a shrill voice: "This is a big trap! We are fooled!"

A huge explosion roar interrupted his words, and his fighter plane was directly hit by a Viper iii, almost blowing into two pieces.

"We've fallen into the trap!"

"We were betrayed!"

"Who betrayed us!?"

A series of sad and angry roars came one after another, and amid the rumbling and explosion, it became the ultimate sound of the Soviet Far East strategic bomber pilot. Under the firepower attack of the Chinese army with almost no gap, the Tu-22m3 was unable to resist, one after another, and the elite blood of the Soviet bomber troops were stained with the sky.

Little Van Frett's lips trembled and his voice was low, "Maybe we should leave here! It's too dangerous!"

The captain said: "No! Our mission is to destroy the Chinese army's strategic laser station and Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center. These two targets pose too great a threat to our satellites and space shuttles!"

Van Freitt squealed: "This is not our war. Why do we work for the Soviets? I don't want to die yet!" The horror scene of the explosion of the fighter planes flying all over the sky scared the elite pilot who was above the top, and he had no arrogance when he was on the ground. Maybe it was not until now that he realized that war and his imagination were completely different. On the battlefield, even the most advanced fighter planes would eventually be shot down!

The captain said: "This is an order!"

Little Van Fritt said angrily: "Fuck the order! If I am defending the United States, even if I pee, I will bite the bullet and knock the enemy down with the enemy, but this is a war between the Soviets and the Chinese, and it has nothing to do with us! We don't need to bleed for the Soviets!" As he said that, he controlled the fighter plane and circled and ran away. The captain made the thorn angry and pulled out his self-defense pistol to force him to correct the course, but he hesitated again and again. Maybe this young man is right. This is a war between the Soviets and there is no need to flow for the Soviets. Going deep into China and seeing the power of the Chinese air defense forces is a great gain for them. There is no need to continue to go deeper at the risk of being shot down to destroy the strategic goal that has not posed any threat to the United States so far, right? We love peace very much!

Obviously, there are more than one B-2 that loves peace. The other three are turning one after another and starting to slip. It may be dangerous to continue to go deeper, but it is not difficult to return the same way! Death Assault and the enemy die together? Just kidding, that is something that only guys with intelligence equivalent to microbial levels will do!

Dadadadadada———

The roar of the cannon fire sounded without warning. A single-barrel rotary machine cannon that suddenly appeared hundreds of meters ahead of a b-2 bomber, which was pitch black all over the body, integrated with the night sky, sprayed out a two-meter-long stream of fire. The shells lined up into a lightsaber hundreds of meters long, swung hard at the ghostly bomber! Almost at the same time, the same fighter plane appeared in front, back, left and right of the other three b-2 bombers. The cannon barrels rotated wildly, and the shells swept over like fire!

They were found!

The pilot who was busy escaping suddenly froze there as if he was caught in a petrified curse, astonishment and confusion even overwhelmed the fear of death. Everyone's mind was roaring, blank, and only one thought was left: How could this be possible! Even NATO and the most advanced air defense radar of the Soviet Union could not detect us, how could the Chinese Air Force find us!

No matter how unbelievable it was, the shells that broke through the air were ineffective. All the armor-piercing bombs hit the B-2 fuselage like raindrops. Debris of the body, which were three or four times more expensive than the same weight, splashed out. The fire immediately ignited, making the faces of each crew member pale. Until now, their radar screens were clean and there was no enemy aircraft signal!

This time, the ghost really encountered a ghost!

Two hours later.

The special security assistant rushed into the White House President's Office like a wind, and some people who were discussing the situation in Asia with the president were driven out, closed the door, and lowered his voice: "Mr. President, I'm sorry, I have to bring you bad news."

The president looked up and joked: "Is it a tsunami on the west coast or did the Soviet Union launch a nuclear bomb on China? Say it, my heart can bear it."

The special security assistant voice lowered: "The Soviet Union informed us an hour ago that the desert storm plan had completely failed, and we and the Soviet bombers broke into the trap carefully arranged by the Chinese, and were almost wiped out!"

The president's body shook slightly and asked, "What is the loss?"

The Special Security Assistant said: "It's very tragic, it's simply a disaster... In the Soviet Union, thirty-two Tu-22m3 long-range bombers were shot down twenty-six, and the strategic bomber troops of the Soviet Far East Military Region were completely crippled...

The president said: "I'm asking about our losses!"

The special security assistant wanted to speak but stopped.

The president's heart was inexplicably tightened: "To be honest, how are our losses?"

The special security assistant said: "It's worse than the Soviets, all four B-2s were shot down!"

Bang!

The pencil in the president's hand was pinched off. He threw it away in anger, jumped up, and roared: "This is impossible! The Air Force general repeatedly patted my chest and promised me that the B-2 would never be discovered, let alone shot down. Even our air defense radar could not detect it, let alone China's air defense system! Are you sure that those four bombers were really shot down, and not the Soviets were making trouble?"

The Special Security Assistant said: "Confirm. Both Locke Martin and Norpos confirmed the bad news... They couldn't believe it was true!"

The president gasped slightly and said, "They must not believe it is true... The confidentiality level of the b-2 bomber research project is second only to the Manhattan project, and it is so expensive. One aircraft is more than 2 billion US dollars. It was shot down when it was first invested in actual combat. No one could believe it!" A sharp light burst out in his eyes, saying, "There must be a weird thing here. Check it, check it thoroughly! I want to know how the Chinese army discovered our super ace!"
Chapter completed!