More and more fighter jets were involved in the sea of ​​fire. However, more and more enemies were. The paratroopers stationed on the periphery of the base had already rushed in. We were siege and killed our exhausted soldiers. Each time we destroyed a fighter jet, we had to pay several lives. I don’t know the war in the back mountain, but judging from the airtight guns, it is probably not optimistic. According to the information provided by Lieutenant Colonel Han, the enemy had as many troops in the back mountain, with two high-level and dual-purpose heavy machine guns arranged in cross-arrangement, and several mortars with fierce firepower. If you want to nibble such a high ground, you must pay several times the price of the enemy.

The three of us were broken up. I hid behind a paralyzed armored vehicle, raised a captured light machine gun and fired at the paratroopers who rushed over, pressing them tightly. Two members from the Storm Brigade controlled 100mm mortars to fight against the fighter planes that had not been attacked. The shells hit a f-16 directly, the fuel tank exploded, and a ball of fire was rolled up. Soon, the war falcon turned into a roast chicken. An armored earth-pile was about to be crazy and was running at full speed.

The road crashed, trying to break the burning wreckage of the plane and clear out a runway so that the fighter could take off, but its efforts were in vain. Just as it struggled to push a nearly burnt F-15 off the runway, and an F-16 was serpentine maneuver along the runway, more than a dozen rockets chased after him, three hits directly, and three big holes were made on the fighter's body. The fighter overturned heavily, breaking one side of the wing, and then a big explosion occurred, blocking the runway again.

Fierce battles were everywhere in the base, machine guns sweeping, rocket launchers blasting, grenades were coming and going, which were denser than hail, and even bayonets appeared in some areas. Many rifles made the barrels red and were still firing desperately. The airtight bullet rain completely covered the ground. From time to time, several bullets collided fiercely in the air, bursting out sparks. In front of us, eleven arrogant m1a1s had been beaten into fireballs, and some were anti-tanks.

Some of the destruction of the missiles were destroyed by the desperate anti-tank soldiers hitting their fragile butts with anti-tank rockets from behind. Of course, the price of this was that when the anti-tank soldiers jumped up and opened fire, their bodies were directly exposed to the muzzle of the infantry covering the tank. They were either stabbed through the body by more than a dozen bayonets or smashed into pieces by bullets. Anyway, so many anti-tank soldiers were ambushing the route the tank was about to pass through, and none of them came back alive.

"Dadadadadadadada·····"

A light machine gun swept out a fan, and a paratrooper who was carrying a rocket launcher and half-kneeled on the ground and aimed at us had several bloody flowers burst out on the chest, and fell head-on like cutting wood. The paratroopers were repelled again because they found that the machine gun behind the armored vehicle was very evil, and they specially cleaned up the guys who posed a threat to it. The guys carrying rocket launchers and individual soldiers were definitely given priority care! If they could not blow up the armored vehicle, they could not eliminate this fire point. The soldiers responsible for destroying the armored vehicle were often flew towards them before they could lock in the target.

The bullet made several holes in the chest, and this bone was really hard to chew!

We can take a breath for a while, but the two team members still did not raise their heads and continued to fire in other directions. The shells hit the enemy hard and gave them an invitation from the God of Death. I was about to persuade them to move when I heard a gunshot, which was an m24 sniper rifle! A bloodline burst out from the forehead of the ammunition provider, and his head was tilted back heavily and fell down. Before the gunner could react, the second sniper rifle bullet shot through his heart. Damn, the sniper touched under our noses! I didn't even have time to be angry, so I pulled the last smoke bomb and threw it on the ground, picked up the light machine gun and rolled out.

The sniper rifle did not sound, and it was obvious that the opponent was a sophisticated guy and it was difficult to deal with.

I moved behind several empty oil barrels, which can be supported for the time being. As soon as I set up the machine gun, I heard the little Guangxi crying and howling in the walkie-talkie: "Boss, help!" Looking at the screen again, it was no good. The kid was chased by paratroopers of more than 20 and rolled and crawled, and even threw away the rifle. He grabbed a pistol he got from somewhere and ran away at a warehouse. After calculating the distance, I bit my lips: He was two kilometers away from me and had no way to support me! I shouted at the walkie-talkie: "Shandong! Shandong!"

There was a roar like the sky and the earth cracked from the other end of Shandong. He said in a muffled voice: "I am using six-barrel cannons to sweep those bastards. So far, at least one of them and four armored vehicles have been swept away. What's the matter?"

I said, "Little Guangxi is in District D and he needs support. I was dragged down. Can you try to give him some support?"

Shandong sighed: "It's too far, the machine cannon cannot be accurately shot..."

Several fire chains sucked over, and the oil barrel roared and sparks burst out. I hurriedly retracted and my heart hurt. I knew that if there was no miracle, I would never see these two comrades again. But soon, I heard the arrogant voice of Xiao Guangxi again: "Fuck you sister, see where you run! Didn't you behave like a dog when you used me as a waterfall just now? Now give me your mighty power, that's right!" Through the screen, I saw in surprise

The paratroopers who had just chased Xiao Guangxi ran away one by one, running out of the warehouse with no chance, as if there was a giant beast chasing them behind them! Before I could figure it out, the screen jumped a few times, and a snowflake, and the small plane was shot down. I could only hide behind the oil barrel in depression, listening to the monkey's successful shout: "Little brother Sam, don't run away, let brother kiss you and leave!" I clearly heard the roar of the tank, and couldn't help but widen my eyes!

Could he have gotten a tank?

The facts proved that my guess was extremely correct. Three minutes later, the group of embarrassed paratroopers appeared in my sight. Oh, now it's not just them, but even the enemy who launched an attack on me.

Joined them, a tank chased them, bumped into things when they saw them, and rolled in when they saw people, and destroyed the king! The twin-air cannons on the tank fired violently, and the shells swept through like an iron broom. Blood rains were bursting in the middle of the paratroopers, and a shell often broke several people! My eyes were wider than the pig urine bubble. Isn't this our main battle of 68? How could it appear here? Can anyone tell me what's going on?

The tank suddenly slowed down, and Xiao Guangxi poked his head out and shouted at me: "Boss, get in the car, let's go and smash these bastards together!"

Of course I had no objection. I quickly got into the tank, closed the hatch, and rushed to Area C with a deep roaring behind the escaped paratroopers. There were already corpses everywhere, and the parked fighter jets have not been destroyed so far. There are at least seven stratosphere fortresses, and we cannot let them go.

The commander of the paratrooper company defending Area C was stunned and stared at a tank chasing dozens of paratroopers toward this side in a daze. He could not exert any firepower. More than 20 commandos joined our team, and two machine gun teams even jumped onto the tanks and set up machine guns to shoot at the escaped paratroopers. They had their concerns, but we had no concerns at all. The blood mist burst out from behind the large number of paratroopers, and they fell down. Before they could die, the tanks rolled over, leaving only piles of brown meat mud. They did not place a tank here, and they did not even deploy anti-tank firepower. This was their fatal mistake. But this could not be

They blame them, because from beginning to end, the possibility of us using tanks to attack Montanna Air Force Base is zero. Who would be so bored? Put so many useless things here? The result was good. When the main battle of 68 rushed up, they were all dumbfounded! Although we are not professional armored soldiers, it is still easy to play with a tank. I was responsible for driving, Xiao Guangxi was equipped with bullets, and Shandong was responsible for aiming and shooting. After the guy who asked to take the ride to leave, the main battle of 68 "bombed" and exploded a machine cannon into a mess. The paratrooper company had to escape. If we didn't run away, we would take out their internal organs to lubricate the tank tracks!

I didn't pursue these deserters, and I smiled grimly at the b-52 who was lying on the ground: "Monkey, install a high-explosive incendiary bomb and bang it to death!"

"Okay!"

Little Guangxi Huan shouted and chose a high-explosion inflammable bomb. Shandong pressed the button. The 68 main battle's muzzle suddenly spit out a thunderous fireball. A high-explosion inflammable bomb flew out at five times the speed of sound. A basin-sized hole was opened on a b-52. The flames were rolling outside. Then a loud noise shocked the entire fuselage. The shells exploded inside the plane. A large fire wrapped in a large number of debris rolled out, smashing all bulletproof glass. The entire fuselage was spitting fire everywhere, and it exploded everywhere, like a flame-effing volcano. The commandos cheered, and now we were even more excited.

The muzzle turned slightly, and another shot shot was made. It hit the fuel tank of a b-52, causing a more powerful explosion. The huge wing of the arrogant b-52 floated like a leaf, and the stratosphere fortress turned into a turkey. The base commander was dissatisfied, but we were so motivated. One shot was one shot, and if we blamed them, it was difficult for us to make the b-52 so big, it would be difficult for us to not hit it!

A b-52's engine fan rumbled and pushed the huge fighter forward along the runway desperately. Damn, do you want to run? I really don't know what luck this b-52 pilot has gone. So many snipers were unable to kill them! But their good luck came to this. The 68 main battle chased after it, and shot a "Mingdi" gunfire missile at its red butt hundreds of meters. The missile equipped with an infrared thermal search head made an unbearable scream and pounced on it. It was so dying. It happened to plunge into an engine. The engine exploded like an aviation bomb, blowing the fuselage into two pieces! At this point, the seven b-52s were all destroyed, lying on the ground, burning with flames. The smoke and fire rolled up, rushed straight to the clouds, burning half of the sky red!

68 The Lord Zhan turned around with satisfaction and rushed to the back mountain. We had to support our comrades who were still fighting hard there.
Chapter completed!