The three modified J-31s of the recycling station crew turned on the supersonic mode and lowered their altitude. The sound of sonic boom roared. Even Fu Ming and others who were still far away from the plane heard a lot of noise.
The pilot on the Apache helicopter had no idea what those three J-31 fighter jets were. If they were normally at this distance and speed, they would have already attacked them with machine guns and anti-aircraft missiles. The three J-31 fighter jets just reached the maximum speed, and the fire control radar did not scan. The rockets and missiles on the Apache helicopter were almost ineffective against such high-speed moving J-31 fighter jets. The speed of sound means that few missiles can catch up with them. Even oncoming missiles will cause almost no damage to supersonic fighters due to the detonation time difference and explosion radius.
"Are they going to hit it?" the Apache helicopter pilot asked doubtfully. Looking at the fighter jet approaching at high speed, he suddenly came back to his senses.
"Arrow 3, come closer to me immediately!" the pilot shouted almost crazily into the microphone.
"What's going on?" The person on the other helicopter hadn't reacted yet. By the time he actually controlled the joystick and changed the helicopter's position, the J-31 fighter jet had quickly arrived here.[
The three fighter jets did not make any attack movements. The two outside fighter jets flew past the outside of the two helicopters, while the middle fighter jet inserted into the gap between the two helicopters.
The three fighter jets were very close to the two helicopters. After they made this move, everyone understood. The huge airflow generated by the supersonic aircraft, after flying past the helicopter, was equivalent to putting the helicopter in a Same in strong crosswinds.
Both helicopters lost their balance due to the strong airflow. The air was immediately sucked out. The airflow caused the helicopter to roll over. The engine also stalled because the air was sucked out. The helicopter stopped in the air and started to fly straight. It fell down!
The pilot on the plane suddenly panicked, the warning lights in the cockpit kept flashing, and the sirens of Ula'ula kept ringing.
"Hurry and restart the engine, we are falling! Repeat, we are falling!"
"Hahahaha, we don't even need the guides and cannons!" The pilots of the recycling station crew laughed, but for the sake of safety, they still changed the direction and directly pulled the control stick. The aircraft turned over and faced the plane again. Two helicopters accelerate.
The red button was pressed, and several missiles were fired out, hitting the two helicopters with tail flames. The helicopters that were rolling and falling in the air were hit by the missiles, and exploded with a loud bang, and shattered fragments flew away. Far away, the flames ignited the medicine and fuel tanks on the plane, and there was another violent explosion. The entire plane disintegrated in the air, burned into a big fireball, and fell faster.
Although the cleaning crew did not know how many tanks there were on the ground, the UTR soldiers on the ground were still very powerful. There were constant laser guidance marks on the M11 tanks. The anti-tank guidance was smashed from the aircraft. An M11 tank directly It was penetrated by the missile that fell from the sky, and a large hole appeared above the turret. The entire tank was shaken by the smash, and thick smoke was still coming out from the hole. However, the tank did not explode, and the rotating turret also stopped. The cannon fell down, losing power. The entire tank had stopped moving. It was obvious that everyone inside had been shocked to death or stunned by the shock. Even those who were still conscious, the tank could not move.
JSO's infantry finally arrived. Hundreds of soldiers from the U.S. Marine Corps jumped out of the armored vehicles and rushed to the battlefield for support as soon as they left. Even tanks could not survive without the support of infantry and air power. I can only sit back and wait for death, and I won't be able to hold on for too long.
Although tanks and infantry can hold up here for a while, the helicopters have all crashed, and the support requested from the sea has not arrived. This makes the killer whale feel that the current situation is a bit bad. After all, Apache attack aircraft and tanks It is the main means of destroying the three-core heavy industry infrastructure, and the infantry is only used to disperse the defenders.
But now that the helicopters are gone, the tanks are unable to move forward, and the infantry is suppressed in the gap on the western border, the killer whale seems to feel that this raid has been considered a failure. He did not consider that although Fu Ming did not use humanoid combat mechas in general, But there are still fighter jets left at the Tri-Core Heavy Industry.
He dialed Obama's phone number. "Mr. President."
Obama looked very tired on the other end of the phone. The jet lag made it still early in the morning in Washington. "Stop talking, pull everyone back. We will not admit this offensive operation, and UNTR will certainly not comment on this incident." Hold him accountable." Obama knew that if Fu Ming really wanted the interests of South America, no matter what the outcome of this incident, he could only swallow his anger. "We cannot engage in large-scale wars on the African continent."
"Then...Rong Tiejun..." the killer whale said hesitantly. "You don't want the information?"
"So many people have died, what information do you need? Mr. Eastwood, we can wait until we get back. I think I need to re-designate the development prospects through Congress." Obama hung up the phone.
The killer whale sighed and picked up the satellite communication equipment. "Everyone, evacuate immediately, ignore the wounded, evacuate Kinshasa as quickly as possible and return to the high seas. Leave as many explosives as possible."
"Understood!" In a command vehicle that was directing the battle on the western border of the Three-Nuclear Heavy Industry, a commander of the US Marine Corps put down the intercom. "The battle failed..." He looked at the scene outside the vehicle.
"They have begun to retreat, which is good news for us. But..." Looking at the devastated western border area, the entire shipyard has been changed beyond recognition, the assembly workshop and employee dormitories, as well as the power and energy systems have been destroyed All in all, more than a dozen destroyed Type 69 tanks exuded a pungent smell, and the air was also filled with the smell of blood.
This area was no longer covered in smoke and dust, and it was no longer as clean and orderly as before. "This will cost a lot of money." He looked at Fu Ming, who frowned.[
"We came once, but failed to fight, so we withdrew..." Fu Ming suddenly laughed. "What do you think they were planning?"
"What are you planning?" T also began to frown. "Testing? Or do you really want to kill us?"
"Beating. They are beating us. Rong Tiejun and the General Staff are beating us. Although the high-level officials of the U.S. government may have given orders to kill us, this small number of troops is indeed not enough to kill us. They are beating us. Warn us and slow down our development process." Fu Ming has begun to understand in his heart that untr is a piece of fat that everyone wants.
The Americans want it, the Chinese want it, and the Russians want it too.
But Fu Ming doesn’t want to give it to anyone. utnr can only belong to himself. In other words, untr can only belong to peace-loving people all over the world.
Fu Ming looked at the US Marine Corps military vehicles getting further and further away, and finally cleared the battlefield and stopped pursuing them. What interested him the most was the Global Hawk manned aircraft and the Apache attack aircraft. Unique to businessmen His sense of smell told him that this was a good thing. It would most likely make up for the current lack of military technological power and scope of UNTR.
Song Jiahao also jumped out of the damaged Suzaku-class cockpit. He coughed a few times. It seemed that after the missile hit the Suzaku-class, the tumbling and collision of the aircraft body had passed through the electrolyte solution outside the cockpit. Even with the cushioning, part of the force was still exerted on Song Jiahao. Fortunately, only the soft tissue contusions on the back and neck were bruised, and the bones and nerves were fine.
"Is there really no need to chase them anymore? With World No. 1 and World No. 2, we can wipe them all out..." Song Jiahao rubbed his neck and looked at Fu Ming.
"No need. World No. 1 and World No. 2 are not yet mature and do not have an aircraft carrier battle group. If they go to war now, they will die." Fu Ming thinks that the American landing ship should be escorted by destroyers and cruisers, and maybe there will be nuclear submarines. .And my Yongcheng and Yonghe are still parked in the North Korean military port in the Bohai Sea.
Speaking of the Korean Peninsula, Fu Ming still felt a little worried. It had been so long since his conversation with Park Geun-hye, but the South Korean government still had a feeling that it would fight to the end. This made Fu Ming wonder whether it should take tougher measures. Using various methods to capture Busan, the Korean government completely lost hope. At this moment, the satellite phone in his pocket rang.
The call came from Kim Jong-un's office in Pyongyang, and it appeared that Kim Jong-un made it to him personally.
"Mr. Leader, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. There is a fire at home. Come back and put out the fire." Fu Ming sighed. "I wonder what happened to your great cause of reunification?" Fu Ming did not receive any news in the past few hours. There was a battle report about the Korean War, and even Weinblad chose not to bother him.
"Mr. K. The South Korean government has surrendered." Kim Jong-un paused, suppressed his excitement, and spoke slowly. "The nation has been divided for more than half a century, and finally..." Kim Jong-un actually started crying. .
Fu Ming understands how Kim Jong-un feels now. Even if he were a Korean national on the Korean Peninsula, no matter whether the reunification method is peaceful or not, he would cry with joy when he sees that the Korean Peninsula can once again become a unified country and nation.
Fu Ming will never forget that this is the result of the war. It seems that the Korean Peninsula can be reunified through peaceful means, but the existence of the United States and China makes it impossible for this event to happen.
Therefore, only through war can we achieve this goal with the strongest means. Fu Ming did it.
"What do you mean by being local, supporting the things of your own country, and not advocating for foreigners? Hahaha... Aren't these four words Koreans say also written in Chinese?" Fu Ming hung up the phone and said in a low voice.