"Hahaha..., these idiots really didn't bring any medium-range ammunition!" Zhou Qingfeng was as happy as a child in his fighter plane as he knocked down four opponent F-16s in one go.
With one to four, Uncle Zhou is actually in some danger. The F-16 is very flexible. If the two returning F-16s carry medium-range bombs, they will fire a few rounds of AIM-120D's as soon as they turn around.
M'ram' come here.
This is like bayonet fighting on the battlefield. When the equipment and morale are about the same, more people will definitely win with fewer people.
However, the Enclave was careless this time. The Aurora Legion has only dispatched propeller fighters for the past period. It stands to reason that the F-16 equipped with close combat bombs is enough to cope with any situation, but they obviously did not expect that they would encounter a fighter jet.
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After calling it a day, Zhou Qingfeng contacted the USS Kennedy on the west coast of Mexico and prepared to return. But when he landed on the deck at night, the first news he got was bad news - the Enclave had launched a retaliation.
"We just received a report that Havana was attacked by a ballistic missile." Catalina, who was on the aircraft carrier, avoided others and told Zhou Qingfeng personally about the situation. "The Enclave obviously wanted to attack our military power. They destroyed us.
Two arms depots located outside Havana.
The destroyed arsenal contains the army equipment you obtained, including artillery, armored vehicles, radars, and communication equipment. About a division's weapons and ammunition are completely destroyed.
I don’t know whether to call it lucky or unfortunate, but our casualties are not large. Since the arsenal is far away from the city, and the city has a curfew. At most, the residents of Havana heard the explosion, but they don’t know what exactly happened? We are currently announcing that the army is in
Conduct artillery drills."
This situation was like pouring a basin of cold water on it. Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath. He also asked in a low voice: "Ballistic missile? The Enclave is really well-off, and he slapped me in the face.
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"Our analysis is that it is an Army tactical missile launched by an M270 rocket launcher. It has a range of 300 kilometers and can easily hit Havana from southern Florida."
Catalina continued to whisper: "Havana is currently evacuating people, and Lina is a little panicked. She said that the drone monitors have detected that the Enclave's blockade fleet is approaching, and there may be naval gunfire attacking the city."
This is a real wake-up call!
"Damn Johnson, has he got it done?" Zhou Qingfeng was scolding the former NASA rocket expert who was executing the "Dongfeng Plan". The situation was getting more and more urgent, and he couldn't help but get angry. "If he can't get it done,
I'm going to shoot his whole team."
"It's useless for you to be anxious." Catalina was still calm, "There can be no war without losses. Also, you are not allowed to return to Merida City. Qin Weidong just sent a report saying that three divisions of the Mexican
The government has just launched a general offensive."
The war was intensifying and in full swing. In order to win, some things must be chosen. Zhou Qingfeng pinched his forehead and paced back and forth on the deck. After thinking for a while, he said: "We can't be passively beaten, we have to think of a way. Especially
There must be no chaos in Havana."
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's stern expression, Catalina also asked with a frosty face: "What do you want to do?"
"The Enclave obviously wants to get Havana intact, so it's currently attacking our military targets around Havana. What if we gave them the specific locations of those military targets?"
"You want to give them false targets to delay time? The enemy has air superiority and can evaluate the results of the battle. This cannot be kept secret for too long!"
"No, I gave them a real target. Didn't they want to blow up my arsenal? I didn't just bring equipment from one division, we had several divisions."
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's determination, Catalina chuckled, "Are you willing to give it up? Those equipment cost you a lot of money."
Zhou Qingfeng originally purchased a bunch of retired army equipment from the Rabbit Army in the form of a large-scale purchase at the ultra-low price of "two billion soft girl coins per division", which cost him a total of 12 billion.
Half of this support was given to compatriots in Africa, and the other half was established in Havana to form an army.
Although it was purchased at the price of scrap metal, the total amount of 1.2 billion soft girl coins still left Zhou Qingfeng with a lot of debt. Later, it took a batch of wasteland equipment to fill the hole. And now he wants to
This batch of ammunition was used as bait to attract the Enclave's firepower.
"At worst, I will get a few more divisions of arms and continue to use various high-tech equipment from the wasteland to pay off the debt." Zhou Qingfeng said bitterly: "In short, the arms can be lost, but Havana must not be lost. I am such a stable person now.
The territory must be protected."
Catalina nodded, knowing that there was no other way. She added, "How do you plan to attract the Enclave to explode?"
Zhou Qingfeng said with a cruel smile: "Don't we have a few moles inside us? Let them deliver the news."
The legion commander's order was transmitted to Havana through encrypted communication, and was sent all the way to the 'Cat's Paw Club' in the city. Mirta was currently looking through documents in his office with closed doors and windows.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. In the early hours of the morning, a loud rumble came from outside the city, and there was also a light in the sky that looked like lightning and thunder. At first glance, it looked like a thunderstorm, but if you look closely, it should be a violent explosion.
Due to the curfew, unrelated people are prohibited from moving around the city, and the news spreads even more slowly. The panic caused by the violent explosion is still under control. But Mirta's scalp was still numb from the thunderous sound, and he could only rely on work to divert his attention.
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In the dead of night, there were several knocks on the door, and Mirta's secretary came in from outside the room, "Madam, the regiment commander has just personally issued an order."
The decoded secret electricity was placed in Mirta's hand. She grabbed it and glanced at it, and saw: "Immediately secretly control Mole No. 2 and let it do the following work..."
The command only contained a few simple lines, but there were a lot of attachment lists. Myrta didn't quite understand why such measures were implemented, but she knew that she was finally going to appear.
"Notify our action team that we have to work." Mirta stood up suddenly and said to his secretary: "Whether we can join the upper class depends on this operation."
When Marshall established the Military Intelligence Agency to focus on selecting elites, the counterintelligence organization established by Milta was mostly based on society's three religions and nine factions, like flies in the city and rats in the society.
These people are eager to change their lives and status, and Mirta, an institution that does not even have a name, has a strong attraction for them.
Mirta personally led the team, and two inconspicuous cars drove out of the 'Cat's Paw Club' and headed towards the officer's accommodation area in the city. She used her identity as the manager of the 'Cat's Paw Club' to let the soldiers in charge of guarding the accommodation area pass.'
The name of Ms. Black Veil made the soldiers look at her more.
Before dawn, several charming women got out of Mirta's car. They easily knocked on Feino East's door.
"What's going on?" East, still bleary-eyed in his pajamas, looked at the beautiful woman at the door of his house, "Did you knock on the wrong door?"
"You ordered late night service, so here we are."
"No, I didn't ask for any 'late night service'."
Facing the promiscuous woman with a beautiful smile, Fenault East was about to close the door indifferently. But the woman at the door put an electric shock device under his ribs. The electric sparks crackled and he was knocked down immediately.
"I want you to order our service." Mirta, who was wearing a black veil, slowly walked into the door and looked at Mole No. 2, who was carried to the sofa by his men. "Mr. East, do you think we are all
Are you an idiot? We know exactly what you did, so your Excellency, the Legion Commander, asked me to ask you a few questions."
Hearing such words this night, Feano East, who was twitching all over, stared and was speechless, and his heart felt cold.