Ivan complained: "Okay, hurry up and pass the data to the damn yellow monkeys, we're back home. Oh, no, damn, there's not enough fuel, we have to land at the Philippine Air Force Base and add fuel."

Kobe's voice came: "No, Ivan, we won't go back. Don't you think we're going to fly over the ocean and just go back here like this. Is it boring?"

Iwan said helplessly: "Kobe, don't cause trouble. We must return after the mission is completed."

"Nonono!" Kobe said with a laugh, "Ivan, I want to go down and say hello to them." After saying that, the joystick was lowered, and the plane began to descend, 600 meters, 500 meters, and 300 meters. For the SR-71 high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft, such a height was already quite dangerous. The huge fuselage passed over the dense jungle, bringing a powerful airflow, which made the trees below lower their heads and sway. It was like a nearly meter-long voyage belt left by a giant ship sailing in the sea, and the blue waves rolled.

Ivan cursed fiercely, "You damn bastard." As he said that, he waved the joystick, the sr-71 slid out a semicircular arc in the air, and went around to Kobe's right, and followed closely.

At this time, at a depth of twenty-five kilometers in the jungle of Holo Island, the 6th Infantry Division was ready for battle, with 8 55mm howitzers and 35 105mm cannon camouflage nets having been lifted down, revealing a ferocious face.

A field tent was brightly lit, and the ghost fox stood at the conference table and looked down at the map. Merca, the commander of the Eastern Military Region of Mindanao, stood beside the ghost fox. It was calm on the surface, but it was extremely excited inside. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. It was not that he had secretly advised his brother-in-law Santos to launch a coup, but was severely taught by Santos, which made him dare not mention it again, but this idea did not disappear in his heart. Instead, as time went by, it became stronger and stronger. Just as he was thinking about how to convince Santos, he did not expect that the opportunity came to him. Santos secretly contacted him and used the hostage incident to mobilize troops to launch a coup.

"Report!" A communication soldier walked in with a copy of the goods, "General, the Abu Sayyaf armed base has been found." After that, he handed the document to Merka.

Merca took it and looked at it. It was full of high-definition photos. Then he pointed to the map: "The terrorist base is here, our southeast is about fifteen kilometers."

The ghost fox looked at Honeck, the captain of the US Counter-Terrorism Force, who was sitting aside and playing with pistols: "God of luck, Colonel."

Honek raised his head proudly, glanced at the map, then stood up and walked out: "As long as you don't hold us back, I will definitely have good luck." Honek looked down on the Filipino soldiers from the bottom of his heart. Even Santos, the supreme military leader, did not take it into his eyes, so he was not polite at all.

Merca looked at Honeck's disappearing figure and said angrily: "Damn Americans, they are still so arrogant when they die."

The corner of the ghost fox's mouth curled, revealing a hint of undetectable smile: "Merca!"

"Come!" Merca stood at attention.

The ghost fox said, "Are you ready there?"

Merca said: "Before dawn, I can control the Eastern Mindanao Command. The First Fast Resistance Battalion has arrived in Manila secretly. As long as we give orders, they will immediately attack Maracan Palace." Speaking of this, Merca could no longer hide her excitement. She clenched her fist with her right hand and waved her hard in the air. As long as she occupied Maracan Palace and grabbed Agino, his dream would come true. Although Santos was there, the position of the Philippine President would definitely not fall into his hands, but the feeling of holding power was above ten thousand people. He was also very excited.

The ghost fox sighed in his heart. No wonder the government forces were helpless against the anti-government armed forces. They were mobilized by a battalion and did not attract attention. It is impossible to say that the Philippine government and troops have become rotten.

An alarm suddenly sounded at the Abu Sayyaf armed base, and the roar of the aircraft engine came from his ears.

Abu Sayev stared at the radar with his eyes and said with a pale face: "Damn bastard, what do they want to do?"

A staff officer said: "General, they have been flying at our base at an ultra-low altitude flight week, and it is obvious that they are provoking."

Abu Sayev smiled coldly: "Immediately order the anti-aircraft artillery and shoot the two flies down."

Dosa and Marcos lay on the ground, watching the two huge reconnaissance planes flying over their heads with great might. Dosa grabbed the ka beside him and raised it to shoot, but Marcos pressed it down.

"Don't move!"

Dosa said furiously: "Are you just watching these damn Americans show off their power over our heads?"

Marcos shook his head: "We have set a trap, and you can potentially destroy our plans when you shoot."

The bonfire was still burning, and the men and women all looked up at the sr-71 that had disappeared in the sky. Although the plane could not be seen, the roar of the engine could still be heard, and the sound was getting louder and louder. They knew that the two damn reconnaissance planes were flying back again.

Kobe laughed: "Did you see it Ivan? Those yellow-skinned monkeys were silly. They had guns in their hands, so why didn't they shoot?"

Ivan was helpless. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly a piece of fire rose up on the ground. The dense shells and anti-aircraft machine guns shot through the night sky, causing a series of sharp roars, and flew into the sky with a trajectory visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it!" Ivan cursed, his face turned pale. When he pulled the joystick, the fuselage rushed up with a steep corner, and instantly rose to a height of 2,500 meters. Kobe followed closely behind. At this time, Kobe's scream in horror came from the headset, "I was shot!"

Ivan felt the sky shake and the earth shake, and his fuselage shaking violently. Then he saw the wings of the reconnaissance aircraft driven by Kobe below him, and the sound of metal being smashed was everywhere. The terrifying sound of chopping came in waves, sounding like a huge chain saw that cracked the metal, and large pieces of smoke and debris flying in the sky were flying.

Ivan grabbed the joystick in horror and felt every impact. The system operator screamed in panic. The harsh and broken sound stopped, but a thick black fragment rushed towards the cockpit, which was the nose of the reconnaissance plane that Kobe was flying.

Ivan roared, swung the joystick with all his strength, and the fuselage suddenly tilted to the left, the head of the fuselage flew over to the fuselage, and the fuselage shook again, and he could clearly hear the violent friction sound. At this time, another large piece of black fragment churned upwards, flying over the windshield, which was a fiberglass nose cone. The system operator screamed and tightened into a ball.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the fiberglass nose cone hit the left fuselage hard, and the pressure compartment was pierced, and bursts of harsh decompression sounds and the rumbling of the engine were heard. The nose of the fuselage suddenly raised up uncontrollably, and the left wing suddenly fell down. The entire fuselage made a sound, shaking violently, and the strong airflow rushed four times.

The system operator shouted in fear: "Oh my God, Ivan, hurry up and parachuted, the plane is about to crash."

"Shut up, you bastard." Ivan roared angrily, and suddenly a loud noise broke out on the left wing. The fuselage trembled violently, as if driving through the rugged countryside. The plane fell rapidly. Ivan instinctively turned the joystick to the right and stepped on the rudder pedal with his feet. The plane tilted to the left, and the head of the plane fell down like a stone.

Ivan glanced at the gyroscope. The tilt angle was over ninety, and his stomach churned, feeling that death was imminent. Although Ivan tried hard to control it, it was useless. But if he jumped, he would have died in this vast primitive jungle.

Ivan looked up and saw half of the fuselage flying past his eyes, flames and black smoke coming out, and the two gray and white images that seemed to be parachutes slipped...

Crossing the sky. He knew that it must be Kobe and the system operator who had skydiving, and he couldn't help but curse.

"Bryant, you bastard, if it weren't for you, how could we have been attacked."

But this is reality, not a movie. The whole plane fell straight to the ground like Kobe's half fuselage, not flying at all. This is the most terrifying nightmare, but it is extremely real. The dive angle is getting steeper, the airspeed is soaring straight, and the sharp airflow sound penetrates the pressure compartment. The inclination angle is more than 10, and the nose is fifty lower than the horizontal surface. If you don't find a way to balance the fuselage and pull the nose up, the entire fuselage will begin to roll and will never be restored.

I can handle the crisis, I want to fight to the end. Reason gradually overcomes fear, and Ivan keeps reminding himself. The fuselage is seriously tilted left, and the nose falls. Now I have to hit the aileron and rudder to the left with all their strength, and at the same time prevent the plane from rolling. The vertical speed indicator has reached the highest point of 6,000 feet per minute, which has exceeded the limit of the fuselage design, but the terrible drop continues...

Ivan muttered, "Increase the air buoyancy on the aileron, yes, increase the air buoyancy on the aileron, balance the fuselage... balancing the wings, yes, that's it, Ivan, you can do it, you can do it... Pull back the joystick and you will definitely get out of the process of falling."

Very slowly, the plane gradually slid to the right, Ivan's mouth was dry and his whole body was tight. He stared at the cockpit window, trying to recall the flight training he received in the military academy. Just when the plane fell to a height of more than four meters, the wings had gradually turned to balance, and the gyroscope returned to normal and stopped falling.

Just as Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, fire broke out again on the ground. Ivan's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly turned on the engine rearburner. The engine roared and emitted huge thrust. The huge fuselage shook violently, making a terrifying click sound, rushing into the sky at a speed twice that of the speed of sound, disappearing into the night sky with rolling smoke.

The system operator screamed and howled: "Iwan, Iwan, we have escaped from the enemy's anti-aircraft artillery area. Reduce it quickly. The pressure compartment has been broken. Such speed will disintegrate at any time."

The plane was shaking harder and harder, like a small boat sailing in a storm, shaking wildly, and the terrifying ripple sound became louder and louder.

Ivan also knew that if this continues, the plane would soon disintegrate, slowly retract the accelerator and slow down.

"Comerford, hurry up and ask for help. Please help! Please help! We are going to make a forced landing." Ivan roared.

At this time, Yang Luo had already sneaked into Quezon City. The van stopped at the edge of a pine forest. Yang Luo pushed open the door and got out of the car, then shook his head, and a crisp sound came from his shin.

Dai Enen sat in the car, his hands typing on the keyboard, and a dimensional map was displayed on the screen.

"Yang Luo, according to the address provided by Arrowwali, the so-called Nangong Villa is located deep in this pine forest."
Chapter completed!