Do whatever he said, Major General Mohammed immediately organized the remaining logistics maintenance officers and soldiers in the Iraqi Falcon surface-to-air missile battalion to carry out surprise repairs on the damaged equipment based on Lu Jiadong's guidance; the Lu Weijun used limited contact means to report the situation discovered by Lu Jiadong to the country;

As for Lu Jiadong, he sat in front of two microcomputers that Muhammad had so much trouble, plugged in the command chip of the communication device of the "Falcon" surface-to-air missile system, closed his eyes slightly, and began to recall the command source code of the frequency hopping communication system. When he opened his eyes again, his hands were already lying on the keyboard. After finding several reserved interface channels, Lu Jiadong's mouth curled up a meaningful smile, flicked his fingers, and suddenly a deep and unsatisfactory movement......

"Jiadong, I have contacted the country!"

A day later, Lu Weijun, who was out to contact him, hurried to the workshop where Lu Jiadong was. As soon as he entered the door, he looked at it suddenly, then grabbed the water cup on the table and drank it for a long time. Then he sat comfortably in front of Lu Jiadong and continued to say through the computer:

"Old Cao, Cao Xiaodong, of the Second Bureau of the General Staff, I was afraid of something unexpected and didn't explain it too clearly on the phone. However, with Lao Cao's cleverness, I should know what I mean!"

Lu Jiadong nodded: "Old Cao is quite steady, so I feel relieved if I leave it to him."

"How are you here?"

"It's just a few reserved interface programming data. Although it's a little troublesome, it won't hurt me."

As he said that, Lu Jiadong leaned on the backrest behind him, leaned comfortably on his head, raised his head and signaled Lu Weijun to come and take a look. Lu Weijun was also curious, so he got up and turned around from behind the computer. After only one glance, he felt that one head was two big, and the black computer screen was full of English letters and mathematical symbols, which were arranged densely together, making people feel numb at the sight, and quickly waved their hands:

"I feel dizzy when I see it. If I ask me to do it, it would be better to kill me. OK, don't keep it in a silence, just say it."

"Just look at it, my head will be blown up, but if I remember these iconic codes and then modify them..." Lu Jiadong said, and pointed out several key codes with his mouse. Then Lu Weijun nodded suddenly:

"It is said that a slight difference is a slight difference, but I think Jiadong, you are not just a slight difference."

"So do you think multinational forces will lose tens of thousands of miles?"

"This is hard to say!" Lu Weijun suddenly became serious, but Lu Jiadong was surprised: "Why?"

"No matter whether he is a mule or a horse, he has to take it out for a walk, right?"

"Well........"

Lu Jiadong was stunned for a moment, then he realized, looked at each other with Lu Weijun, and then laughed...

When it was a mule or a horse, it did not make people wait too long. Thanks to Major General Mohammed's extraordinary efficiency, the integration of various types of equipment was quickly completed. The next afternoon, with the remaining "Falcon" air defense missiles as the core and six Soviet Sam 3 medium-range air defense missiles as the foundation, with the support of 12 old Sam 2 air defense missiles for cover, a set of unique mixed air defense missile systems in the world were formed.

Major General Mohammed became the commander of the air defense force that was pieced together with remaining equipment. When he sat on the command console that was pieced together by several ordinary computers and monitors, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, recalling the various solutions Lu Jiadong had explained in the past two days, then raised his eyes and looked at Lu Jiadong who was standing not far away, nodding to him, then picked up the command phone on the table and issued a long-depressed order:

"Prepare, fight!"

............

Above the cloudless sky, there was only a hot sun, emitting a scorching light, burning the desert below into a heat wave, and the barren smoke traces seemed to feel that the heat it emitted was not enough to reflect the strength of the sun, so it erupted again, preparing to pour the strongest heat flow under it, but at this moment, a large dark cloud rumbled and flew over;

The magnificent sun blocked the scorching sun, so that the unfavorable sun had to retreat, restrain its strength, and handed over the desert to the uninvited guests who broke into it. It was vast and unscrupulous. When you skipped Yaoyang's blind spot, huge black projections appeared in front of the world: it was a very devastating b52h strategic bomber cluster.

They are 14 B52 strategic bombers from the 2nd Strategic Bomber Wing of the US Air Force 8th Air Force, commanded by Brigadier General Neil Gates, the captain of the 2nd Strategic Bomber Wing. After aerial refueling, it took 6 hours to finally arrive at the scheduled attack area at 15:20 local time in Iraq.

This is the third time in a week that Brigadier General Gates has led his wing to carry out long-range carpet bombings on the desert area in southwestern Iraq. As Iraq's air defense forces in the area are almost collapsed, the 2nd Strategic Bomber Wing achieved great success in the first two carpet bombings.

As the commander, Brigadier General Gates was awarded the Excellent Cross for Service and received special commendation from the President. His military rank was successfully promoted from colonel to brigade general and officially became general. According to the principle, Brigadier General Gates, who gained fame and fortune, should have retired successfully. But the stubborn Gates never left, and he still insisted on personally directing the attack on Iraq, which was called:

For freedom, eliminate Saddam!

However, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the new general's freedom is fake. Taking advantage of the rare practical opportunity, it is true that he will make more contributions and benefits. What's more, the southwestern Iraq region is already decayed. Not to mention military aircraft, even clumsy civil aircraft, they are swaggering to each other. The Iraqis can only sigh at the air and have no choice but to do anything. Therefore, carpet bombing in such a place is just like grabbing cabbage in the vegetable market, and the credit is free.

There is such a good thing that no one wants to miss, not to mention that the strategic bomber troops, which have never had a practical opportunity for many years, should seize the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Brigadier Gates was lucky to seize the opportunity and become the combat hero of the strategic bomber troops. As a result, he left his daily strategic duty and silent cruise career, and could vent dozens of tons of bombs in one go, adding a rich and colorful note to his credit book...

"Call the ‘Desert Dragon’, call ‘Desert Dragon’…………”

Just as Commodore Gates relied on the onboard navigation system and skillfully drove the seated B52h strategic bomber and gradually approached the target, a familiar voice suddenly came from his headphones, which was the voice of Lieutenant Colonel Jones, the commander of the electronic warfare aircraft No. 1209 ec-130h "Compass Call";

The two are old acquaintances. In the first two carpet bombing operations, Lieutenant Colonel Jones 1209 ec-130h "Compass Call" electronic warfare aircraft provided support to the 2nd Strategic Bomber Wing, so when he heard this familiar voice, he smiled brightly:

"Old guy, you're a little late today."

"I think it's not too late now. You should know that this desert, except for the dilapidated air defense command center in the east, there are faint electronic signals, other places are as quiet as outer space. So I'm here for a routine. The main force of the real home run depends on you, my dear general!"

Lieutenant Colonel Jones did not speak loudly. After a week of bombing, the desert area of ​​the southwestern Iraq was really silent. Otherwise, the US military would not have dispatched huge targeted B52h strategic bombers to carry conventional gravity bombs and launch a strike on Iraqi forces in the region through air bombing.

The reason is nothing more than feeling that the only remaining Iraqi army here can no longer pose a threat to the US aviation force. Of course, the US military, which has been through a long battle, will naturally not start to take it lightly because it has such a huge advantage. After all, the B52h strategic bomber target is huge.

It is also the pillar of the US air-based nuclear power, and necessary support and escort are still necessary. Therefore, before the 2nd Strategic Bomber Wing arrives in Iraqi airspace, 12 F-15c stationed in Saudi Arabia will be launched to escort it. As a crucial electronic warfare support aircraft, it will also meet with it before the 2nd Strategic Bomber Wing launches an attack to provide electronic support interference for carpet bombing.

Brigadier General Gates naturally knew very well about this. The reason why he said he was late or not was just a joke. After all, in his opinion, this bombing operation was no different from the previous two times. It was nothing more than tourism, and there was no even a little risky element. Since this was the case, there was no need to be so nervous. Obviously, Lieutenant Colonel Jones understood his meaning, and the explanation was also humorous and witty, which made Brigadier General Gates very satisfied. So he glanced at the coordinate information on the navigation equipment and said with a smile:

"I'll start dropping bombs in 5 minutes."

"Okay, I'll warm them up now!"

After listening to Lieutenant Colonel Jones' reply, Brigadier General Gates smiled sinisterly, and immediately turned the communication channel and shouted unscrupulously at the telephone:

"Young guys, it's time for us to lay eggs, how about it? You guys... well... what is that..."

Just as General Gates was shouting at the radio casually, a rapid white light flew over his eyes and crashed into the left wing of the 2nd Strategic Bomber Wing. When he reacted, he was about to ask the left wing of the formation. If he had seen his eyes wrong, a terrifying roar came from his headphones:

"Missiles, missiles, are Iraq's missiles..."

"Wait, what missiles, how can Iraq have missiles......Boom..."

Brigadier General Gates couldn't believe his ears, but before he could finish his shocked words, a devastating explosion stinged his eardrum. At the same time, a b52 strategic bomber on the left wing of the formation fell towards the uninhabited desert like a kite with a broken string, with blazing flames...

Seeing this, Brigadier General Gates' head buzzed, as if he was beaten by someone, and he was beaten to the point of being in chaos.........
Chapter completed!