Chapter Thirty-Eight Twenty-Four Hour Subversion Part II
Three J-31 carrier-based fighter jets from the "Recycling Station" crew destroyed Luli Balant's station. After issuing instructions from the command post code-named "Landfill", Fu Ming arrived at the "Landfill Site" in a short time.
The location of the "Cleaner" crew. Similarly, the "Cleaner" crew also consists of three J-31 fighter jets. They are hovering over a high-rise building in the urban area of Kinshasa, the capital of Congo. This building is the headquarters of the US intelligence agency CIA.
General Liaison Office in Congo.
The assassination that Fu Ming suffered just after getting off the plane was planned by the IADC Alliance Chairman "Vampire" Alexander S. Wellington, and based on Ruli Barante's intelligence information, it was finally carried out by the US Marine Corps sent by the CIA. Although Fu Ming paid
Ming was unscathed and the entire Marine squadron was wiped out, but the death of Matt Adams made Ming furious.
"Please note the landfill, the recycling station reported that we have rushed to the location of the cleaners. There are a large number of Congolese government troops stationed near the target building, and no air defense facilities have been found." The pilot paused, "Requesting attack instructions."
Fu Ming put out the cigarette butt in his hand, moved his eyes back from Li Jingxue's pale face, and adjusted the position of the earphones and microphone. "Free fire, air strikes on the CIA garrison and all government garrisons, and after the battle assessment, attack the Congolese government building
Conduct air strikes to kill their president."
"Recycle bin received, start attacking, fire freely."
"The cleaners understand, the cannon fires."
The six J-31 carrier-based fighter jets were divided into two groups of three and flew across the sky. They turned a corner and returned to the CIA building.
"It's about the two missiles." The fire control system operator of Cleaner No. 1 gulped down his saliva, "This building is mine, don't steal it from me." After saying that, he immediately pressed the missile launch button and started cruising.
The missile's tail flame streaked an extremely dazzling line of fire in the sky, and under the guidance of the laser, it roared towards the CIA building.
"Air strike!" The government soldiers on the ground were in chaos, quickly preparing anti-aircraft machine guns and a few scattered shoulder-fired Stinger missiles. "Hurry up and launch the missiles."
The cruise missile accurately hit the middle floor of the building and exploded inside. Broken glass mixed with thick smoke and dust came out. The violent explosion echoed over the entire city of Kinshasa. Thick smoke billowed from the damaged parts of the building.
From time to time, flames shot out from the bottom of the thick smoke, giving the impression of a plane crashing into a building.
"Haha, Cleaner No. 1, your missile is not very good." The fire control system operator of Cleaner No. 2 laughed, and then pressed the launch button. "It's a waste of missiles, just dismantle it."
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The cruise missile hit the bottom of the building, and the bottom floor of the building was instantly wiped out. The whole building shook a few times, and then roared forward and fell forward.
The government troops on the ground had no time to pay attention to the harm caused by the sound. The collapsed building fell directly on top of their heads. Bricks, rubble and broken glass hit the ground like rain, miserably.
There were screams one after another, and several government soldiers who had no time to retreat were already trapped under the reinforced concrete, screaming for help, and it seemed that they would not survive.
"Attention to the recycling station formation, Stinger missile!" The pilot of Cleaner No. 1 looked at the Stinger missile rising little by little on the ground, roaring towards the three J-31s in the recycling station formation.
"Infrared induction bomb, don't launch it too early." The driver of Recycling Station No. 3 looked back and saw that the missile was obviously aimed at his butt.
"There are five seconds left. The infrared guided bomb is confirmed to be fired." The fire control system operator shouted into the microphone and pressed the button without hesitation. "Launch is complete. Reloading will be completed in three seconds!"
With a loud bang, the Stinger missile hit the infrared induction bomb behind Recycling Station 3 and exploded. The two pilots inside Recycling Station 3 clearly felt the vibration of the missile explosion.
"Damn it!" the pilot cursed, "Recycle Bin No. 1, request a grounding flight and give them some color."
"Copy that." The driver of Recycling Station No. 1 laughed, "Cleaner, do you dare to play some tricks?"
"Why don't you dare?" the driver of Cleaner No. 1 snorted coldly, "How do you want to play?"
"At a cruising speed of Mach 2.0 (2 times the speed of sound, Mach 1 = 1126 kilometers per hour), flying fifty meters to the ground, you may need a buffer distance to lower the altitude to avoid obstacles, but don't hit the ground, let them
Learn what supersonics is!"
"Hahaha, what a good idea! It seems that you don't even need to prepare the cannons." Cleaner No. 1 laughed and flew out of the war zone first. Several fighter jets followed him and flew out of the war zone.
The Congolese government troops on the ground were relieved to see the fighter jets leaving. However, within a few minutes, they discovered that six fighter jets turned around and flew back, but this time, they flew a little low...
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"Enjoy the shock that supersonic speed brings to you!" Pilot No. 1, the cleaner flying at the front, smiled and carefully held the control stick. He touched the ground at fifty meters and flew at twice the speed of the factor. This is the best place in the world.
Not many air force pilots dare to do this. If they are not careful, the plane will be destroyed and everyone will be killed.
Six J-31s roared over, and the government troops on the ground were stunned. The rifles and anti-aircraft machine guns in their hands would not cause any damage to these lightning-fast aircraft, and they could not hit them. When the planes arrived,
Near them, they felt the huge sound of the supersonic aircraft flying through the air. Before the dozens of soldiers standing in front had time to cover their severely painful ears, they were swept up by the huge airflow generated by the supersonic flight of the aircraft.
, and fell heavily to the ground. A dozen soldiers nearby seemed to have been blown away by a typhoon. The huge wind blew them against walls and vehicles, making them unable to move.
The few soldiers standing at the tail of the J-31 jet fighter were the most unlucky. The huge reaction force of the spray engine launched them into the air, three stories high from the ground, and they were blown dozens of meters away, even where they landed.
I can't see it anymore. Don't even think about it. These people are dead.
The six planes flew only about 500 meters at supersonic speed from 50 meters above the ground. In just a few seconds, nearly 200 government soldiers were killed or injured.
"Look," Cleaner Pilot No. 1 pulled the operating lever in front of him, and the plane immediately climbed up. The five fighter jets behind him also climbed up with him. "I've already said that, even on the ground
All the cannons are saved.”
Fu Ming listened to the voice in the headset and sighed. Even if the pilots were playing with fire, he was very relieved. These pilots were personally selected by Fu Zhongtian. They were selected from retired pilots of the air forces of various countries. Their flight hours had already exceeded
meet military standards.
"This is a landfill. Stop playing around. Destroy the Kinshasa government building immediately and save fuel. Our allies are coming soon. Be careful of friendly fire and don't hit your own people."
After saying that, he put down the headset, detached the satellite phone from the laptop, and dialed the number of Ajax Rilin, the leader of the *** armed forces in southern Congo.
Ajax seemed very positive, and he picked up the phone before he heard the waiting sound.
"Mr. K, I'm ready and can't wait any longer!"
Fu Ming smiled and said, "Ajax, you are more anxious than me. This is just the beginning. After occupying Kinshasa and clearing out the US and NATO forces, the entire central and northern regions of the country are still waiting for you.
Recover. Now, start the attack."
Ajax's eyes lit up. He had been in the Southern Communist Party for nearly twenty years and had grown from a young soldier to the number one leader. Now, he is the one to achieve his goal.
At your ideal time, establish a government, unify the country, and end this damn war!
"Mr. K, I am honored to be favored by you. The people of Congo will always be grateful to you." Ajax hung up the phone before Fu Ming could answer and went to the front line to fight.
"This is Cleaner No. 1. Please note that the landfill site has been destroyed. The Congolese government building has been destroyed. The cannon strafing has been completed. The battlefield assessment is in good condition. It is confirmed that there are no signs of survivors. The small-scale attack has been completed. The aircraft fleet has not suffered any losses." Cleaning.
The pilot of Gong-1 seemed a little excited. The one-sided massacre on the ground just now was unprecedented.
"Received at the landfill, the point-to-point attack is over. There is no need to attack other targets. Do not touch civilian houses. Report your ammunition and fuel status." Fu Ming put on the headphones again and looked at the infrared photos sent back from the plane.
He was very satisfied with the battlefield assessment results.
"There is not much ammunition left. There are an average of two ground-attack cruise missiles on each aircraft, and the remaining fuel is between 15 and 20 percent."
"Return immediately, do not attack any targets, and let World One and World Two return to the company's port station in the Strait of Gibraltar."
"The cleaner understands and will return immediately."
“I received it in the recycling bin, so happy!”
Fu Ming sighed, and the smile reappeared on his face, "Ajax, you should have already invaded Kinshasa. The next step is left to you..." He muttered in a low voice.
China, Imperial City, eight o'clock in the evening.
Lin Jianping had a hard time during the evening self-study period. Being active by nature, he had to stay quietly in the classroom, which was a kind of torture. He stared blankly at his laptop and checked the news. A piece of war news appeared on the screen.
On the page, he immediately clicked on it as he was very interested in war.
"Our reporter reported that the Congolese civil war in central Africa broke out at around 6 a.m. this morning. Ajax Rilin, the leader of the Southern Democratic Armed Forces' Democratic Party, gave a speech, claiming that it would be occupied within 24 hours.
The capital, Kinshasa, called on the leaders of the government forces and the northern *** armed forces that had surrendered to the government forces earlier to surrender and not to engage in unnecessary resistance. At noon, news broke that Kinshasa was attacked by an air raid in the morning and the government building was bombed.
The current president was killed. Some foreign military commentators pointed out that the fighter jet was China's J-31 carrier-based fighter jet, but it did not have any national markings. The Chinese military denied this and claimed that the J-31 was not installed in the Air Force.
As of this afternoon, the Southern Democratic Party led by Ajax Rilin has entered the capital Kinshasa and occupied most of the area."