Quick Transmigration: Life Experience Specialist

Chapter 652 Soaring across Kyushu 12
However, these did not pose a problem for the two. With the help of the reflective paint on the road and turning on the lights on the landing gear, Sang Wei and the other man held the control lever tightly and opened the speed brake to the maximum. After roaring for about 300 meters, the two fighter jets landed perfectly.

A camouflaged truck came up from behind and stopped steadily on the side of the road when it was about five or six meters away. Seven or eight soldiers got out of the truck. They spoke silently the whole time, and either lifted or carried the ammunition issued to them. The two men did not delay for a moment, and after stopping the plane, they pushed open the hatch and directed the loading of the ammunition.

Although they were not professional loaders, there was strength in numbers and they were soldiers who obeyed orders completely, so it only took them more than 20 minutes to complete the loading, which was more than ten minutes earlier than planned. Not only that, there was also a simple oil transfer device on the truck, which filled up the fuel tanks of the two J-10s.

While filling the tank with oil, the two men also received the combat orders for this time, and under the illumination of the LED flashlight, they could clearly see their tasks.

Our special operations personnel determined that there was a terrorist organization's camp on the border between our country and HSK. They were planning a terrorist attack recently. The special operations force had already dispatched an ace team to attack, but in order to ensure the perfect completion of this annihilation mission, they also requested the assistance of the Air Force fighter jets. It happened that Sang Wei and Lin Haiqing were flying back from the Gobi Desert after completing the search and rescue mission. They were the closest, and the mission was highly confidential. The military was very cautious, so the task of air fire support fell on the two of them. They were asked to make a turn, fire a few times and leave to consume the opponent's strength.

"This is the border photo." Sang Wei was holding an A3-sized color satellite photo in her hand. The terrorist organization's camp was captured clearly in the photo. Not only that, the approximate number of people and weapons equipment were also marked with a pen next to it.

"Where do these people come from?" Sang Wei and Lin Haiqing whispered, "Portable anti-aircraft missiles, mortars, and this, this, are you sure they are just a terrorist organization and not a well-equipped army? Let us do this job, he should send an attack aircraft."

This team of nearly 200 people is so fully equipped that they probably need professional attack aircraft to support ground fire. Their fighter jets, which are specially used for air combat, can barely make a cameo appearance occasionally. However, this also shows from another perspective that our country's army is the best in the world and does not even need to rely on air fire support.

"The mission objective is confidential, but we will probably know it after a while. Our main task is still to harass and suppress fire. The brothers in the ground forces will be responsible for the final battle. The other side has no decent anti-aircraft firepower except for anti-aircraft missiles. As long as we are careful, we will be fine." After all, Lin Haiqing has been on many missions and can be considered a veteran. He knows more than Sang Wei and quickly analyzed the situation.

The two men discussed the battle plan again. After the fuel was loaded, they adjusted the time, got back on the plane, glided 400 meters, and roared into the night sky.

At the same time, the blocked highway was quickly reopened to traffic, and the soldiers and trucks loaded with ammunition quickly left from a certain station on the highway and disappeared into the night without leaving any trace, so that the drivers who passed through this section of highway later did not notice that fighter jets had taken off and landed here.

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It was late at night. In a tattered canvas tent, the "jihad" leader Mujiha, under the dim light, carefully took out a box with a combination lock. With bursts of strange laughter coming from between his teeth, he fumbled with the box, then opened it to take a look. If he didn't look, he would not be able to sleep. The box was filled with piles of colorful banknotes, gold bars and gems. The luster of the gems glowed in his greedy pupils.

Some of these were inherited from the previous leader, and some were looted recently by him. These things must not be seen by his subordinates, otherwise it would cause great trouble.

Compared with the men and equipment outside the tent, these were his real assets. Mujiha looked at the patrollers outside with contempt and even without a trace of emotion. As long as he wanted, he could raise another rebel team like this in minutes.

Even louder than this.

"Jihad" is just a cover for Mujha, a cover for selling dog meat under the guise of mutton. The nationality and liberation are just fig leaves for naked interests, and he is just asked by the "agents" to put up such a cover. Those so-called "agents" come from nowhere, giving weapons and money, but what good intentions can they have? The purpose is self-evident.

But it doesn’t matter. He wants money, others want profit, and everyone is just taking advantage of each other.

Having just made a big profit recently and with another one to go, Mujiha decided to buy himself some guns and ammunition, and get a few women for his men so that they would work for him wholeheartedly.

He is not a short-sighted and greedy person. Only when the team is expanded can more "agents" come to him and provide him with greater wealth.

But he didn't know that he had already been targeted.

Twenty kilometers away, at an altitude of more than ten thousand meters, the navigation coordinates showed that they were close to the mission target. It was pitch black below, without a trace of light. The J-10 was flying at a constant speed in the most fuel-efficient state.

With the help of navigation, small stones, and her own judgment, even though it was pitch dark, Sang Wei was still very sure that she had reached her destination.

This surprised Lin Haiqing very much. After all, he was sure of it based on experience and electronic navigation.

The two men hid high in the air, waiting for orders.

During this period, they also ate two pieces of military chocolate to maintain their physical strength before the battle. Flying a fighter jet is a very physically demanding job. As soon as the military chocolate slid into the esophagus, the spirits of the two were boosted.

"The communication chain password verification has passed, and the combat information chain docking has been completed." Sang Wei heard the answer in the headset, holding the joystick, and the J-10 was resurrected as a real weapon.

"The action begins!"

It was the voice that gave them special instructions before, but this time the voice was full of murderous intent. It seemed that the brother troops on the ground had already been in position, waiting for the J-10 to fire the first shot at them.

Sang Wei and Lin Haiqing no longer hesitated and flew the fighter out of the clouds. Sang Wei glanced at the dense red dots in the upper right corner of her field of vision, and based on the feedback from the low-light TV, she gently turned on the fire control system.