"Captain Cat, what's wrong?" Lin Defu was a little anxious.

He had not seen the Persian fighter jet in the sky that had become the size of a thumb. When he saw the dead cat jumping out like a mouse, he was surprised, and then he heard the sound of an air defense alarm.

"Enemy attack!"

Lin Defu realized it later and then ran out in horror. This was a bridge!

Where can I escape?

"It's finally here." Seeing the fighter jets that had become the size of a thumb in the sky were flying at high speed and expanding rapidly, he had no urge to escape at the beginning.

After waiting for so many days, what should be come, finally came.

There is no need to bear the torture and torture of fear and fear.

"Captain Lin, please don't be confused. Order everyone to continue driving according to the route. Leave the rest to us and we will never let the other party's bomb fall on the tanker." Dunzi turned his head and saw Lin Defu's movements and browed.

In this situation, if you are in a mess and don’t need to bombard the other party, you may damage the power system and you will not be able to leave if you want to.

Lin Defu is now determined to die, so how can he move?

There was no one in the cab, and the course of the giant wheel began to change a little.

Fortunately, this is the middle area of ​​the Strait of Hormuz, with deep water and no danger of hitting the reef.

A F4 ghost fighter jet was hung under its belly. The pilot kept observing the huge tanker on the sea whose navigation trajectory had begun to chaotic. This was the tanker that was ordered by the superiors to transport crude oil to the damn Arabs.

The fighter plane approached the tanker at high speed.

Getting closer.

The pilot's finger was already pressed on the bomb drop button, and he saw the huge flag floating on the oil tanker that was getting closer and closer, and he had never seen it before.

What the hell?

The pilot was a little stunned.

I have performed countless missions in the Strait of Hormuz, and I have never seen such a flag.

It seems like a crab above it?

Due to curiosity, the pilot began to lower the altitude and quickly approached, wanting to see clearly the flag flying on the tanker.

"Boss, the opportunity is here, are you going to fire?"

On a small platform on the upper floor of the Sea Giant Bridge, a mercenary with oil paint on his face squatting on the ground. The avant-garde air defense missile on his shoulders had locked in and was getting closer and closer. The f4 ghost fighter jet was lowering its height.

Even two huge silver-white anti-ship missiles under the belly of the fighter plane can be vaguely seen.

Dunzi also carried a Forerunner-2 individual air defense missile on his shoulder. The cover of the launch tube exit was lifted, aiming at the fighter jet flying from afar, but did not pull the launch button. "Everyone listened, the other party could not fire before dropping the bomb attack!"

Passive defense and active fire are different things.

What's more, we need to check whether the avant-garde individual air defense missile can intercept anti-ship missiles.

"Meow, this is damn. Flying so close, you don't have to be stabbed by the stick in the hand of Master Mao!" The dead cat was also resisting a single-soldier missile.

Originally, the two teams had already had 4 avant-garde air defense missiles. When the refueling in the Kuwait waters was about to be completed, they transported 6 more units through the Kuwait military helicopter, almost reaching the scale of a single air defense missile for manpower.

The mercenaries all came to the battlefield. If it weren't for the order of the officers leading the team, the mercenaries would have fired missiles long ago.

"Crab?" The Persian pilot on the F-4 fighter finally saw clearly what the weird flag was.

It was actually a crab with fangs and claws, one of which was clamped with a shell or a bullet, and the other one had a gun on it.

The pilot was strange in his heart, but he didn't go into it.

No matter who the other party is, if you dare to help the damn Iraqis transport oil, they are their enemies and the target of their attack.

Of course, you can't let the other party die too easily.

Every time the task of bombing a tanker like this is almost the easiest. There are at most individual air defense missiles on the ship with poor performance. Obviously, there are no one on this tanker, otherwise it would have been fired.

"The machine gun fires and drives away that fighter plane!"

It is already clear that the fighter jet with a huge missile on the F-4's abdomen has not ordered the launch of air defense missiles.

Such a distance is almost the best range for avant-garde air defense missiles.

"Dadada..."

At the firepower points distributed in the front, middle and back areas of the tanker, the machine gun spit out a series of bullets.

"Machine gun?" The F-4 pilot saw the fire on the ship flashing, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He pressed the joystick suddenly and the fighter changed from the original horizontal flight to a 45-degree angle to dive down.

"Then let you see the cannons of ghosts!" On the ghost fighter, the pilot operated the fighter's dive while activated the fighter's auxiliary weapon m61a1 type 20mm Gatling gun!

The cannon called Vulcan.

At the center line of the ghost machine belly, the barrel of the 6-barrel Gatling cannon began to rotate.

"Dadada..."

The pilot pressed his finger on the launch button, and the Gatling gun had already spewed out a string of flames.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

A series of 20mm artillery shells fell into the water next to the sea giant.

"Don't fire! The other party is scaring us!" Dunzi cursed in his heart. Almost immediately, he was about to press the launch button.

But in the end, he did not see any shells falling on the deck.

Soon, the roar of the Gatling cannon stopped, but the fighter plane was still diving, and the altitude was getting lower and lower.

"Lit down, cover your ears, and open your mouth wide!" Seeing the intention of the other party's fighter jet, he hurriedly issued a clear order through the intercom.

All the mercenaries on the ship responded immediately.

"Boom~"

When the f-4 ghost fighter was about to hit Shanghai and took the Giant, he laughed wildly and pulled up the joystick.

The fighter suddenly raised his head no more than 20 meters above the side of the sea Giant ship. The rear engine finally flew over less than 5 meters from the edge of the ship. The two black prints of c-801 written in English letters and Arabic numerals on the abdomen were extremely conspicuous.

However, at this moment, only a few mercenaries who were lying on the deck turned their heads saw the paint on these two huge missiles.

c-801, China Flying Fish Missile.

How could it be installed on American fighter jets?

The fighter planes roared past, and a violent wave of air was stirred up on the deck.

The purpose of the F-4 pilot is to use the violent air waves stirred by the fighter planes flying at high speed to cause the firefighters to rupture the eardrum due to the slashing air pressure...

"Kill it!"

Dunzi, who didn't know the situation on the deck, found several crew members next to him slapped their heads and covered their ears. He didn't know the firepower point in the middle of the deck, and was furious.

"Swish~"

A vanguard dragged the tail flame toward the f-4 that was already far away in the sky.

"Drip!Drip!Drip..."

The pilot on the F-4 ghost fighter was proud, but a rapid alarm sounded when the radar system was locked.

"Air defense missile?"

The pilot is also an elite in the Persian air force. While quickly pulling up the fighter plane, he controls the fighter plane to overturn and leaves the original flight trajectory.

While the fighter was overturning, the pilot still had the energy to look at the rear rice noodles, and a small missile was quickly pulling closer.

In desperation, the pilot could only quickly control the fighter jets and continue to avoid them.

There are actually air defense missiles!

Moreover, unlike the backward air defense missiles he encountered before, this air defense missile was almost interrupted after it maneuvered, and its air flight trajectory was extremely coquettish.

"Didi..." The alarm was still ringing.

The pilot was anxious and had no choice but to continue to pull the fighter up. Instead, he pressed the joystick, and the nose of the aircraft was down and dived to the sea level.

"The fighter pilot couldn't figure it out and was going to commit suicide?" Lin Defu, who had just been knocked to the ground by the air waves, got up and saw this scene, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"This dog said, so smart!" Dunzi's screams and scolds.

Sure enough, the fighter plane was about to plunge into the sea, slowly leveled it, and then flew against the sea level.

The avant-garde missile that was chasing behind actually followed behind, plunging into the water, without any movement.

The f-4 ghost pilot saved his life from the brink of death. He confirmed that there were no missiles behind him, so he pulled the fighter and turned back a long distance. This time he did not take it lightly as before, but locked the huge tanker with a serious expression and a few kilometers away, and then pressed the launch button.

The C-801 anti-ship missile, which was originally installed at the weapon hanging point under the wing, fell freely from the hanging point, one or two meters away from the wing. The tail engine suddenly spewed out a ball of flame, and the missile flew quickly towards the oil tanker in the distance.

Two huge missiles were launched, and the F-4 fighter jets rushed into the sky at a faster speed.

After flying for a distance, the huge anti-ship missile has been reduced to about 20 meters from sea level and has begun to fly across the sea.

"Anti-ship missile!"

Dunzi hadn't seen the anti-ship missile launch at the beginning. The fighter jet in the distance was quickly leaping towards the sky, but two white spots left two white tracks in the clear sky.

Suddenly, I felt very anxious.

"What would he think if he knew that his oil was destroyed by the missile he sold?" Dead Cat did not become slutty at this time, but said in a low voice with a strange smile on his face.

c-801 was not sold by Xie Kai.

But it was believed that Xie Kai sold it.

"Intercept! Launch missiles and intercept!" Dunzi didn't care about scolding Xie Kai, a bastard, and sold anti-ship missiles randomly.

The naked eye can see the two C-01 anti-ship missiles flying up and down towards the oil tanker in the distance, and the trajectory is not as easy as ordinary missiles to intercept.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
Chapter completed!