In the jungle, two soldiers with rifles were leaning against a tree, alert to the surrounding movements. ◇↓◇↓小◇↓ said,
Behind them are four-mounted anti-aircraft cannons. This kind of thing is very weak when facing fighter jets, but once the number is formed, even fourth-generation aircraft will not dare to easily swoop into the dense firepower network.
Next to the anti-aircraft cannon is a box of shoulder-fired Stinger missiles. This is the ammunition provided to them by the US military, which can be regarded as a supplement to the Philippine army's close-range air defense capabilities.
The surroundings were quiet, except for the chirping of insects unique to the subtropical jungle.
The hot temperature can easily make people sleepy. In order not to doze off, the two soldiers chatted quietly.
"How long do you think it will take?"
"I don't know, maybe two months? Or three months."
"It's really troublesome... Why am I not from the 14th Division?" the bearded man whispered irritably after driving away the butterflies on his rifle.
"14th Division? Is it fun to stay with infected people? I remember that everyone who goes there must sign a voluntary form. Until the vaccine comes out, you can't get out after you go in." Another young-looking man put a rifle on his shoulder Putting it on his shoulder, he said with a smile.
"You don't understand," the bearded man grinned, and came closer and whispered, "The cleaners are the earth emperors among them, but the cleaners are still a bit dangerous, and they have to deal with the infected often. The most popular ones are those who work in logistics. , those women in the safe zone...hehe, you can play however you want."
"Come on, what if we never come out?"
"Then we won't come out." The bearded man said simply.
"I still have a girlfriend." The breeze blew, and the man glanced at the unharmed bushes and said without interest.
"If you go in, you can have many girlfriends." The bearded man teased.
Neither of the two people who were joking around noticed that the transparent ghost was sneaking past them.
A button-sized infrared indicator was placed not far behind the two of them. Under the cover of the bushes, the little red light was as undetectable as the scarab beetles perched on the palm trees.
After all indicators were placed, the ghost agents arrived at the edge of the battlefield and left the battlefield in a small helicopter.
On the helicopter. She turned on the communicator.
"The beacon has been placed."
At the same time, at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the Aurora-20 pilot ended his cruise and reached out to turn on the infrared sensor.
"receive."
Black and white screen. Dozens of red square markers locked onto the white signal sources in an instant.
The pilot checked the radar, confirmed the strike radius and altitude, then reached out to open the safety cover and pressed the red button lightly with his thumb.
"This is Shooter-2. Model mxj-11, start dropping bombs..."
The bottom of the cabin opened, and the bomb with a red paint ring separated from the bomb rack.
Without the gorgeous tail flame, it fell from the sky like an inconspicuous black dot.
When the altitude dropped to 2,000 meters, the bomb shell instantly disintegrated, releasing the bullet body in the cavity.
Just like seeds dropped by a planter, bright flowers bloom in the green jungle.
It's called death.
The flames of the explosion covered the jungle in the target area without warning, and shrapnel and sparks shuttled through the forest, tearing apart everything within the explosion range.
It rains death.
mxj-11, nicknamed smallpox. Weighing 1,200 pounds, it is divided into high-explosive and armor-piercing types. It is a replica of the terminally guided cluster bomb of Pan-Asian cooperation... An mxj-11 contains 88 bomblets with terminal guidance devices. When it is thrown to a specific height, all the bomblets can be released, and all locked targets in the target area will be eliminated under the screening of intelligent programs.
Seventy-four anti-aircraft firepower points were eliminated in an instant. The air attack came from an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the sentries on guard did not even have time to lie down and take cover according to the sound of the explosion...
Because the light of the explosion was too dazzling, the pilot turned off the infrared device and turned on the microphone on his helmet.
"This is Shooter-2. The anti-aircraft firepower point has been cleared, completed."
"Archer-3, 4 received, the short-range ground attack has begun. Archer-1, 5, the opponent's 'birdie' is handed over to you."
"Roger that... then. The hunt begins."
Four fighter jets broke through the sky and swooped down from the sky.
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A series of explosions destroyed all the anti-aircraft firepower of the Philippine 21st Division and stunned all the Philippine soldiers who were ambushing in the forest.
Without giving them much time to react, the roar of the air raid came from far to near!
"Enemy aircraft found! Damn it, it's firing on our people! Where are our anti-aircraft guns! We need support!" The observer shouted into the walkie-talkie while crawling behind the sandbags.
There was no response from the other side.
He won't see it. In the barracks of the field headquarters, the officer wearing an officer's hat had fallen into a pool of blood. Like the deputy and bodyguard lying next to him, his forehead was tattooed with bleeding holes.
The ghost agent who was the murderer has long since left.
The roar of the air raid responded to the observer's roar. The rifleman crawling ten meters away from him was reduced to ashes along with the sandbags serving as a bunker under the fire of the 27mm machine gun.
Then, he saw ten more sparks falling from the sky. The explosion undoubtedly belonged to the FA-50 of the Philippine Air Force.
That is their proud artifact, a fourth-generation aircraft modified by South Korea based on the T-50 "Golden Eagle" fighter jet (Su standard: fifth-generation aircraft), symbolizing the friendship between South Korea and the Philippines... But now it has been turned into pieces. .
In the direction of Davao Port, rockets rose into the sky one after another, covering the sky above their positions under the desperate sight of the Filipino soldiers.
However, what surprised them was that these rockets did not cause any casualties to them. They seemed to have misfired, and only flashed an electric arc in the air for a moment.
The observer crawling behind the bunker was about to report the news to the division headquarters behind the theater, but he was immediately stunned.
The intercom looked like it was broken.
Not just a walkie-talkie, but a gps, watch, holographic scope, and even his flashlight! Everything has lost its effect!
An expression as if he had seen a ghost immediately appeared on his face.
In modern warfare, losing information means losing everything. On a battlefield that is more than ten kilometers wide, soldiers who have lost their command chain are like rats in a cage, waiting to die in darkness and chaos.
EMP rockets destroyed all electronic equipment in the area, and the entire 21st Division of the Philippine Army suffered a communication blackout!
At the same time, the Moro 5th Infantry Division began to attack!
These guerrillas have never fought such an easy battle. Stimulated by their own firepower, they charged all the way with their rifles as if they were on stimulants. The Filipino soldiers who lost contact fled like headless flies, facing the attack of thousands of guerrilla soldiers, fighting hard on their own.
Under the roar of the Aurora-20, those rocket launchers and infantry artillery that received the most attention from air strikes have become a nightmare that Filipino soldiers are afraid of avoiding. Fire raged in the subtropical jungle, drinking blood everywhere.
Under the assault of the 5th Division of the Moro Kingdom, the 21st Division of the Philippine Army was defeated!
At the same time, soldiers from the Star Ring Marine Corps took helicopters and landed at the foothills on the east side. 1,000 soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons, supported by naval guns, fighter planes, and Hummingbird drones, pursued the retreating Philippine 15th Mountain Division. Facing the flexible mechanical exoskeleton, even though the Philippine soldiers had the numerical advantage, they were still at a disadvantage.
It was almost a one-sided battle.
The war did not last long, and before the Second Army Army Headquarters had time to react, the bad news of the collapse of the front line flew to Alli Bailey's command table one after another.
"Retreat! Let the people of the 15th Mountain Division withdraw! And those idiots from the 21st Division! Damn, they are a bunch of losers!" Ali Bailey punched the table with his fist in anger, and his hat fell off in anger. .
The correspondent looked at the commander tremblingly.
"Sir..."
"Why don't you go!" Ali Bailey wanted to slap this guy to death.
People were dying every second, and his heart was literally bleeding.
"The 15th Division has been surrounded..."
Ali Bailey was stunned and swallowed hard.
"What about the 21st Division?"
"The 21st Division... can't be reached at the moment. Sir? Sir! Where are you going, sir?"
The correspondent looked at Ali Bailey in surprise as he slammed the door and walked out, as well as the hat he dropped on the ground without picking it up.
While hurriedly climbing into his car, Airi Bailey rudely urged the driver to take him quickly to the headquarters of the 14th Division stationed in Cagayan City. At this moment, the commander looked ferocious, with fear written in his pupils.
Oh shit! This is not a war! This is massacre! (.)