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The military weather satellite transmitted atmospheric data and the aircraft could not fly in a straight line. Lin Mo kept correcting the direction while flying towards the mission coordinates on the tactical tablet.
Lin Mo adjusted the squint radar and camera, and said to himself: "Get it done as soon as possible, and hurry up and go home for dinner!"
The mission coordinates are only a reference, provided by ground reconnaissance personnel or informants. The target is always moving, because only a rough range can be obtained. Because it is a mountainous area, not only is it difficult to track, but also the complex changes in the terrain make it difficult to detect in a timely manner.
Report, only dispatching air force reconnaissance is the most effective method.
Taking advantage of the afterglow before sunset, Lin Mo opened a battle of fighting spirit above the clouds to cover the entire fuselage, wantonly collecting light element energy, and preparing the light mirror technique. This world is not like the other world with abundant elemental energy, which completely relies on Lin Mo.
At that point, only the fighting spirit is left as a seed, and a little saved is a little bit.
Bang! Suddenly the light spots in the cockpit converged into a small disk, and a clear image of a certain location on the ground was rotated in the middle of the disk. The light mirror technique did not appear to be obtrusive in the J-10's cockpit, but rather made it look more...
Science fiction-like meaning.
Collecting reflected photons from the atmosphere and converging them into images, the light mirror technique is simply a cheat for search and tracking. Lin Mo controls the light mirror technique to continuously search on the ground.
The characteristics of the target were clearly written on the tactical tablet. This was a horse caravan pretending to be an ordinary caravan. It was codenamed "Red Scorpion" to the outside world and specialized in smuggling arms in exchange for stolen prey and medicinal materials.
As a country that strictly controls firearms, this smuggling group has seriously touched the country's bottom line. Not only that, but it is also mixed with ambitious separatists, causing bloodshed and chaos in the northwest from time to time.
What Lin Mo was following this time was exactly this kind of arms dealer, with about thirty horses, who specially chose that kind of mountain road to cross the border in uninhabited areas where it was difficult for the border guards to intercept them.
The purchase price of a half-used AK is only two to three hundred yuan. However, in this desolate and chaotic inland near the national border, whether domestic or neighboring countries, it can be easily replaced with rare medicinal materials and poached items worth tens of thousands of yuan.
Although the distance is long, the transportation is inconvenient, and the risks are huge, one round trip can bring crazy profits hundreds or thousands of times through smuggling. Moreover, these arms dealers are also quite dangerous. They are all extremely fierce desperadoes with equipment.
It is advanced and has rich combat experience. Ordinary armed police are simply no match for it. Only regular combat troops can compete with it.
The J-10 has descended below the clouds, looming among the clouds. The reconnaissance range of the light microscope quickly swept across the rugged mountains. The bright mountains are not a good place to hide traces. However, it cannot be found in the areas in western China and close to Central Asia.
When we arrived at a large mountain covered with trees, we saw that it was full of rocks, sand, low weeds and rust-colored moss. It was not easy to even find a low shrub.
The speed of the fighter jet was very fast, and it carried out a blanket search in the air with the help of light microscope. Lin Mo's pupils suddenly expanded in a circle, "Found it!"
That is to say, Lin Mo, who possesses light mirror skills, no matter how sharp the eyes of ordinary pilots are, it is difficult to detect a horse team slowly marching in the shadow of the foot of the mountain more than 8,000 meters below. Moving forward in this almost roadless terrain, even motorcycles
Cars can't drive in, so they have to rely on livestock to carry them across, let alone how to supply supplies. This makes it harder for people to find it. It's like finding a needle in a haystack in the barren mountains and mountains. Only Lin Mo has this confidence.
The number of horses, the number of people, and the characteristics of the cargo all corresponded to the introduction on the tactical tablet. More importantly, these people were carrying guns. These desperadoes would shoot without hesitation at the slightest sign of trouble.
Everything you see before your eyes.
The roar of fighter jets was not unexpectedly heard by the cavalry team, but at the extreme point of view, a small dot in the sky could be seen shuttling among the clouds.
The ultra-telephoto camera immediately followed the light microscope and locked onto the cavalry. Lin Mo could clearly see the first man riding on the horse in front of the cavalry. The man with a beard and a turban raised his head and looked towards the sky casually.
He glanced at the ground and continued to look ahead to lead the team.
It was quite normal for a plane to pass by in the sky, but the cavalry did not know that what was passing by at this moment was not a simple soy sauce crowd, using technology and magic to watch them from a distance in the sky.
"Okay! Let's call it a day!" The moment the leader of the cavalry raised his head, Lin Mo used a super telephoto camera to take a close-up of him. He put away his light microscope, noted the direction of the cavalry's movement, and drew a large arc.
, return to the base.
The information collected by the side-looking radar and cameras will be forwarded to the intelligence team for analysis. We will leave it as soon as it is ready and continue tracking it tomorrow.
Fighter reconnaissance is like a dragonfly's touch on water, and it stops when it is good. If you follow it blatantly, it will not be easy to follow it next time.
In western China, where the "Dark Night" brigade is located, it usually doesn't get dark until after 8 p.m.
The moment the sun disappeared on the horizon, Lin Mo's J-10 landed on the special runway in the small valley with a huge roar. The news he brought back was immediately conveyed to Colonel Feng Chenye, the captain of the "Dark Night" team.
in the ears.
"What?! He found it?!" Colonel Feng Chenye's tone was obviously a bit surprised. According to his prediction, Lin Mo should have proofread it once or twice by ground personnel, and it would take at least two or three days to truly find it.
Find the target.
Does this Lin Mo really have the talent for high-altitude reconnaissance?! Colonel Feng secretly had the idea in his heart that this time he would really poach someone.
"Did you get the information you obtained?" Colonel Feng still didn't believe it and asked.
"The intelligence team has reviewed the images and terrain scanning data sent back and verified that it is indeed the 'Red Scorpion'!"
The document in his hand was gently placed on the table. Colonel Feng, who kept a cold and serious expression most of the time, tapped his index finger on the table. Now it was his turn to issue an order.
"Let the first squadron be responsible for solving the 'Red Scorpion' issue. The air crew will send them there and tell the staff team that I want to see the combat plan before ten o'clock in the evening." Colonel Feng knocked on the table dozens of times and made a decisive decision.
It was decided that this arms dealer is like a maggot attached to the bone, secretly providing arms and ammunition to some restless organizations in the country, and it is best to deal with it as soon as possible.
Actual combat troops do not just rely on words to destroy the enemy.
"Yes!" The signal soldier saluted, turned around and was about to leave to convey Colonel Feng's order when Colonel Feng's voice came from behind him again, "Wait a minute, pay attention to Captain Huang, the backbone of the 'Red Scorpion', I
I want to see if they are alive, where do they get their supplies from?"
"Yes!" The signal soldier turned around and continued to salute. He took note of Colonel Feng's words. After turning around, he slowed down a few steps. Finally, he no longer heard Colonel Feng's voice, so he quickened his pace and left.
After grabbing a big bowl of noodles from the canteen, Lin Mo returned excitedly to the air crew hangar. The hangar has almost become most of his home. Except for sleeping, he stayed here most of the time. A brand-new
The J-10 can be manipulated by him, and there will be no such opportunity no matter where he is. In the "dark night", in addition to being a fighter pilot, Lin Mo also has the responsibility of a repair and maintenance mechanic. Although he is not from a formal academic background,
However, the dozens of thick books with illustrations and tutorials sent along with the aircraft, coupled with the maintenance basics he learned at the 7719 Flying Group base, turned Lin Mo into a half-baked mechanic who could at least fiddle with something.
There won't be any big problems with the J-10.
Maintenance personnel do not necessarily need to understand the principles and structure of the product better than the manufacturer and designer. They only need to follow the diagrams to identify the fault status and the precautions during assembly.
Lin Mo wiped his mouth while still wondering whether to modify which component and replace the electrolytic capacitor with a super farad capacitor. He was simply modifying the fighter jet as his private property, squeezing out and improving every bit of performance.
Fighters are just mass-produced industrial products. Unless they are prototypes, it is inevitable to reach a balance between performance and cost, and there is still considerable room for improvement.
Just for this reason, he searched for learning materials, and even sent more than a dozen emails to the manufacturer's confidential mailbox to verify his modification ideas. He was a major Rolls-Royce customer.
The former gold-type dragon was not idle. At the very least, this guy who relied on Lin Mo for some food could at least be used as an alarm clock and a radio, and it also integrated a military mobile phone sim card issued by the base with a confidential channel.
It can also be used as a mobile phone. You can put a TF card in your stomach and play small games. The battery is not needed. The void magnetic field of the metal dragon's talent can be converted into a stable power supply based on physical principles. It was simulated not long ago.
Super Farad capacitors can also save electrical energy for emergencies.
This guy, who has long since lost his dragon appearance, never thought that his body would evolve into so many complex structures and modules, and that he would still have so many uses.
After leaving Base 7719, Lin Mo still had to worry about gold coin rations. There wasn't that much scrap metal here, but the remaining bullets and shells from training could barely keep the gold coins full, otherwise he would be like "Panda Mimi"
》As the lyrics say, where is tomorrow’s breakfast?
"Hurry up! Push out both Mi-17s, fill them up quickly, bring the oil barrels, be careful not to fly back, put the machine guns on them, get everything done before eight o'clock, you still have one hour to prepare.
"Team Leader Pan was waving his hands loudly and giving instructions. From time to time he looked at the list on the tactical tablet in his hand, and more than a dozen people in the air crew were busy running back and forth.
Lin Mo looked at his tactical tablet and saw that there was no task assigned to him. The task list was still on standby, so he went up and said hello: "Team Leader Pan!"
"Second Lieutenant Lin! There's something tonight..." Team leader Pan was about to speak, when he heard heavy footsteps and the slogan "one, two, one" rushing towards him.
I saw a large group of heavily armed soldiers running towards me with their troops shouting and cheering.
Preview of the next chapter: Chapter 62 - My heart is waiting
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