When Long Yun's helicopter was affected by the anti-aircraft guns, he realized that he was sad again.
Gege scolded him for the crow's mouth, this time even he couldn't refute it, otherwise, every time he saw that he was going to be more comfortable, he would run into more troublesome trouble than the previous time, or he would be shot down every time he took a helicopter.
For a while, Long Yun even secretly said to himself, Mom's Lao Tzu will not take a helicopter in the future For the A1O pilots of the US military, the ground firepower is a dish, and the firepower of the GAU8 "Avenger" 3O mm 7-barreled Gatling cannon in the nose position is not covered, and it is loaded with thousands of depleted uranium shells, even if there are a bunch of tanks on the ground, it can easily sweep the opponent into a pile of scrap metal and send it back to the scrap yard.
In the first Persian Gulf War that year, the A1O attack aircraft showed its might, destroying a total of 9oo tanks, 2,ooo other combat vehicles and 1,200 artillery strongholds in Iraq, becoming a shining star in the war.
When the American soldiers were besieged by a superior enemy, they would jump up and cheer for the unique roar of the A1O passing through the air, affectionately calling the ugly plane "Warthog".
The pilot pressed down the joystick, and with a slight touch of the nose of the A1O attack aircraft painted with a shark's mouth pattern, it quickly entered the dive position.
With his hand lightly pressed against the firing button on the heel, the pilot seemed to smell the blood of Taliban soldiers on the ground.
However, this pride did not last long.
Alarm sounded in the cockpit, and red lights flashed on the dashboard.
Suddenly a flash of fire broke out under a hillside to the south of the airport, and something swooped into the sky.
The A1O pilot, who rushed to the front of the "anti-aircraft missile", realized that he was locked by an anti-aircraft missile on the ground.
"Where are these damn Taliban anti-aircraft missiles" The pilot screamed and suddenly pulled up the joystick, and the nose of the A1O suddenly lifted, like a car about to crash into a boulder, and flew in another direction in a panic.
However, the missiles on the ground did not seem to be so easy to deal with, and they turned around in the air and followed up like a shadow.
Countless purple-red fireballs crackled under the belly of the plane, and the heat source jamming bomb was constantly released in the air, and A1O began to add, doing a large maneuver, raising the degree to the maximum, trying to dodge the damn missile, even if it couldn't dodge, maybe it could rely on the heat source jamming bomb to temporarily make the missile lose its target, and then take it in the sky garden, and finally exhaust the propulsion fuel in the missile body and let it crash.
Wishes are beautiful, but reality is always cruel.
The maximum altitude of the A1O attack aircraft is only 835 km \h, which can only be regarded as a subtone aircraft, and its strength is only in terms of ground attack power and the "bathtub-shaped" titanium alloy pilot protection cabin.
But this is an anti-aircraft missile, not an anti-aircraft machine gun, and even if it is a titanium alloy bulletproof plate, it is a drizzle in front of the missile. rumble The Taliban's anti-aircraft missile quickly caught up with the panicked A1O, hitting the fuselage from the tail direction, the two huge motives were destroyed in an instant, the flames of the explosion shone in the air, and the A1O attack aircraft disintegrated into pieces in the air and scattered to the ground.
Fortunately, the pilot knew that he could not escape, and finally pulled down the handle of the ejection device a few seconds before being hit, the seat popped out of the cabin, and the white life-saving parachute opened and slowly fell to the ground.
"It's a composite guided missile, I'm going to evacuate immediately, Tango A, you land right away."
"Tango A" is the code name for two Black Hawk helicopters.
The other surviving A1O was already frightened, flew far away, only to drop a sentence on the radio, and soon disappeared into the night sky.
Long Yun heard the motor transmission shaft getting louder and louder, and he could even see a long black smoke coming out from under the propeller.
"Immediately land, immediately land, the other side has anti-aircraft missiles," the captain of the J paratroop rescue team on the plane waved his hand desperately, as if his companion in the other Black Hawk could hear his exclamation on the radio more clearly.
Before he could finish speaking, another Black Hawk helicopter flying side by side suddenly turned into a huge ball of fire, and anti-aircraft fire hit his tail, igniting all the fuel, and disintegrating in the air in an instant.
The captain of the "fuckfuckfuck" J paratroop rescue team scolded several "fucks" with a face, punched the cabin a few times like crazy, and finally took out a grenade, stuffed it into the 2O3 grenade catapult suspended under the AR15, and fired a shot in the direction where the missile hit just now.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Long Yun's back, it was a life-and-death moment just now, fortunately, he was lucky, he was targeted at another Black Eagle, otherwise he and Gege and the Delta members on the plane would definitely be blown into char now.
He could understand the madness of Captain J's rescue, after all, there were four of his brothers on that helicopter, and it was all over in an instant, separated by yin and yang.
The sound of Titicaca under the helicopter propeller is getting louder and louder, and Long Yun estimates that the Black Hawk was hit by shrapnel in the motor transmission shaft or something, maybe all the hydraulic oil is leaking, but this kind of helicopter is very leathery, even if the oil leaks, it can fly a long distance.
The Black Hawk helicopter staggered and struggled to land on the periphery of Bagram Air Base, everyone quickly jumped out of the plane to establish a support point, the helicopter was the most vulnerable when it landed, and the Taliban soldiers rushed to the front before the joiners could easily be pinned down in the helicopter and killed as a live target.
As soon as he gained a foothold, he saw the sound of Si Si Suosuo's footsteps sounding in the darkness, and it sounded like a small group of people were approaching.
Long Yun pulled down the night vision device, took the G36 and aimed in the direction where the footsteps came from, and waited for the other party to knock down a few as soon as he appeared.
Suddenly, standard American English came from the darkness. "82 Airborne Division, your own people, don't shoot."
Long Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and finally encountered the large force of the 82nd Airborne Division.
A lieutenant wearing two squads of airborne troops appeared in front of Long Yun, and just stretched out his hand to shake Long Yun, a person jumped out from behind Long Yun, stepped forward and punched the lieutenant of the 82nd Airborne Division in the face.
The lieutenant snorted, and the punch was heavy, knocking him directly to the ground.
The man didn't give up, and when he got up, he drew his gun and put it at the lieutenant's head.
"What are you 82nd Airborne Division and 10th Mountain Division doing, nearly two battalions of people are eating, and you have even given the Taliban more air supremacy, you are a group of soldiers" Only then did Long Yun see that it was the leader of the J paratrooper rescue team, obviously the death of his comrade-in-arms had made him red-eyed, so he hurriedly went up and wrapped one hand around his neck, grabbed his wrist with the other, and snatched the pistol away.
"Are you crazy" Long Yun said coldly: "If you kill him, you will go to court-martial" The leader of the J paratroop rescue team froze on the spot, and suddenly cried loudly and scolded his mother.
"What's the situation at the airport now," Long Yun said, looking around, "It seems that there is no plane that can take us away." ” The lieutenant spat a mouthful of bloody spit on the ground, glanced at the leader of Detachment J, shook his head slightly, and turned to Long Yun and said: "Don't mention the plane, we really met a ghost at four o'clock in the morning, fuck At the beginning, we almost took the airport, I don't know where to drill out a Taliban reinforcement, and beat us to the ground, both of our battalions suffered heavy losses, and now the position is compressed next to two hangars and a conning tower on the southeast side of the airport, if the reinforcements have not arrived in an hour, we are afraid that we will have to retreat." ” Ask for a ticket count: