Welcome everyone to -<  >-:.    A stinger missile flew into the sky and flew towards the Su-25 fighter jet that was attacking them frantically.

"Scorpion, there are missiles at three o'clock, please avoid them." At this time, the long aircraft next to the target discovered the rapidly rising flame on the ground and immediately reminded his wingman. At the same time, he pressed the operating rod and turned the nose to the place where the missile was fired.

Damn Iranians, they actually dared to launch missiles! The pilot of the long aircraft calmed down and pressed the weapon launch button.

A rocket launching nest outside the left wing spit out the flames again, turning the area where the missiles were launched into a sea of ​​fire.

The Iranians who launched the missile were completely killed, but the missile was still flying in quickly.

The pilot code-named Scorpion also discovered the missile at this time. He took a deep breath and began to perform S-type maneuvering actions. The Su-25 is a subsonic attacker and the engine does not have an afterburner, so he cannot increase the speed of the fighter. However, the Su-25 is a very flexible fighter, and the tail nozzle is treated to suppress infrared radiation.

While doing maneuvering, the scorpion also released infrared bait outward, leaving behind the short and thick Su-25 fighter jet, a row of brilliant fireworks gradually falling.

However, the Su-25's various methods have not deceived the Sprig. The second-generation cooling cone-scan infrared automatic guide warhead of the Sprig missile can provide all-round detection and self-guiding capabilities. This missile does not have to face the aircraft's tail nozzle and can attack head-on, and those simple infrared bait bombs cannot interfere with it.

"Boom!" The Sprig missile accurately hit the vicinity of Su-25's cockpit. Suddenly, the Scorpion felt a light in front of him, and he closed his eyes in time.

Amid the roar of the engine, he seemed to hear the explosion of the stinger missile's rupture warhead blooming in full bloom, hitting the cockpit and colliding with metal, but the plane was still flying flat.

When he opened his eyes, Scorpion saw that except for a light with a faulty airspeed tube in front of his instrument panel, the rest were the same as before. He moved the operating rod again, and the plane was still moving the same as usual. He felt ecstatic in his heart. His fighter plane was actually attacked by the stinger missile!

As a front-line attack aircraft, Su-25 provides ground support and has good low-altitude and low-speed performance, and can fight in concert with armed helicopters. Compared with the fragile battlefield survivability of armed helicopters, Su-25 is simply a flying tank. Its cockpit has 24mm thick titanium alloy bulletproof plates at the bottom and around it, and the flight control surface is driven by push-pull rods. The engine is installed in a cabin made of stainless steel plates, and the fuel tank is filled with flame-retardant foam. The stinger missile has a warhead of only three kilograms, which cannot pose a fatal threat to Su-25.

"Scorpion, withdraw from the battle immediately and return to the base." The pilot of the chief aircraft immediately issued an order as he looked at his wingman who survived the attack of the stinger.

"Yes." Scorpion replied on the radio. All the rockets he carried had been fired, but before returning, he would vent a little more!

While turning, the 30mm double-barrel cannon at the front of the Su-25 fighter jet spit out a tongue of flames again towards the cars on the road.

The cars on the road were blown up one by one and a fire broke out.

At this time, all the Iranian soldiers lay on the slope next to the highway, not daring to move. They looked pale, listening to the screams of their comrades who were unfortunately hit by them, and looking at the fire on the highway. They knew that this was the real war. They were about to bleed and sacrifice.

Several soldiers were already starting to vomit.

Finally, the plane flew away.

Division commander Wahari raised his head and looked at the Tehran Air Force Base in the darkness in the distance. At this time, the gunfire there was already sparse, which made him even more worried. Could it be that the airport had been taken down by the Iraqis?

His mission is to regain the airport! Wahari mustered his confidence and ordered: "Let's head to the air force base immediately, our compatriots are waiting for us to go to rescue!"

He kicked a soldier hard and asked them to get up and continue fighting. In this case, gentle persuasion would be more effective than kicking it up.

Sure enough, the soldiers were kicked up one after another. They remembered that they had been trained by instructors and that their country was occupied by the hateful Iraqis. Now, the Iraqis are capturing their capital and they need to fight bravely!

They patted the dust on their bodies, picked up the weapons in their hands, and followed the pace of their superiors.

Only a very small number of Iranian soldiers with too much psychological pressure chose to slip away quietly in the night. Their bodies were still stained with the blood of their comrades around them. They were already scared and retreated.

"Hurry, run and move forward." Almost all the cars were destroyed, and the road ahead was also blown up. They could only use their legs to rush to the air force base. Fortunately, they were only two thousand meters away.

"Stop." Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from the darkness ahead.

The one running in the front was the sharp knife platoon of the 138th Division. They found people running across the street. Because the night was dark, they did not discover it until the other party approached.

Pulling the bolt, they held the gun tightly, and maybe, the next moment, they were about to catch fire with the Iraqis.

At this time, a voice came from the opposite side: "I am my own person, I am the airport garrison, and the airport has been taken down by the Iraqis." The person who came said it in Persian.

The Iranians came, and they saw that the situation was not good at the airport, so they did not stick to it, so they immediately ran eastward, just in time to meet with the reinforcements.

When he heard that he met his own person in front of him, Wahari immediately brought him to him.

However, when he saw this person, Wahari was disappointed. The other party's eyes were dull and his hands were trembling. He was obviously frightened. Such a person might have become a deserter at the beginning of the battle. How much can he know about it?

"How is the airport?" Wahari asked.

"The sky was full of parachutes. There were thousands of people coming from the other side. All our guards were killed by them." The visitor said in a trembling voice.

A troops of thousands? Wahari was a little surprised. The troops he brought were also thousands. The opponent was able to kill the guard forces of the entire airport so quickly and seize the airport, proving that the opponent has strong combat capabilities. However, I have never heard of Iraq with so many airborne troops, and there are so many airborne troops, where are there so many transport planes?

However, the already sparse gunfire proved that almost all the troops guarding the airport were eliminated.

What to do? Wahari intuitively said that even if his troops go up, they may not be able to retake the airport. However, this is the first time that his troops have carried out combat missions since their establishment. Did he give up like this?

Wahari turned his head and realized that there were constant wars in the distant city of Tehran.

There is the location of the government and the Ministry of Defense!

The warriors on his side must bravely execute the orders of his superiors when fighting! He was ashamed of his hesitation just now.

"The whole division advances in a battle sequence and is ready to catch fire with the Iraqis at any time. The First Brigade attacks from the east of the airport, the Second Brigade, from the south of the airport, the Third Brigade, from the north of the airport, we launch a fierce attack on the Iraqis from three directions, and take back our airport before dawn! For the glory of Iran and to defend our homeland, fight bravely, my children!"

"Yes!" Wahari's words aroused the morale of his subordinates. They held the weapons in their hands and began to attack the Tehran Air Force Base in the darkness ahead.

"I order you to immediately join the sharp knife platoon of the First Brigade and follow our team to destroy the Iraqis!" Wahari said when he saw the deserter of the trembling airport defender.

"Yes." The soldier suddenly felt refreshed, as if he was also infected by the atmosphere just now, and ran forward.

No one saw that after running a few steps, he suddenly took out a sweet potato-like thing from his body. It was an m68 grenade. While running, he held the bullet with his right hand and pressed the safety piece with his tiger's mouth. Then, he pulled out the pull-up ring with his left hand, continued to hold the safety piece with his right hand, and stopped suddenly. He turned his head and threw it hard towards the direction he had just now.

Go to die! Iranian! He cursed in his heart.

Because the soldiers were nervously preparing to fight, because it was very dark, no one noticed his actions. After throwing them out, he immediately exerted his strength and ran into the darkness quickly.

Wahari heard the sound of something rolling to his feet, and then he smelled the burning of a grenade fuse.

When in the air, the grenade's safety plate was bounced open, the firing needle was lifted, and the fire cap was hit and the delaying medicine was ignited. The grenade fell accurately at Wahari's feet. After another second, the grenade would explode.

This kind of grenade has a killing radius of fifteen meters!

Oops, he was plotted! Wahari realized that this iron sweet potato was thrown by the soldier just now. He was not the airport guard at all, he was an Iraqi paratrooper!

Just now, he wanted to scare himself with a few words and delay his attack, but it didn't work, so he wanted to kill himself. Wahari understood this matter in an instant. As expected, these newly enlisted soldiers did not have too high ability to do things, and they didn't know how to search his body first!

The smoking grenade was under his feet. Even if he fell down immediately, he might be blown to pieces.

Not willing to give up!

This proves that the situation at the airport is not as bad as expected. My own troops will definitely be able to retake the airport. Unfortunately, I was plotted against it!
Chapter completed!