'Cobra' and 'Archerfish' flew their fighter jets past each other, then gracefully looped around and turned towards the north of Tikrit…
Aerial combat is like an ancient cavalry clash. There is no such thing as fighting three hundred rounds; victory or defeat is usually decided in just a few moves.
Many laypeople always say, why not load more missiles on fighter jets, but real fighter pilots will tell you that if air combat really happens and you haven't resolved the issue with four missiles, you basically don't need to consider what comes after…
The L-159 is a NATO standard near-third-generation aircraft, many times more advanced than the MiG-21, which can only be passively beaten in an encounter.
Seeing the MiG fall and a burst of flames rise from where it crashed, 'Cobra' said to the communicator, "Boss, the bird has been caught in the net. Archerfish and I are going to harvest those Armenians...
Hold on, our Griffin and helicopters are about to arrive..."
Without waiting for Joe Ga's orders, 'Cobra' and 'Archerfish' began their tandem dive towards the target.
They had accurate GPS positioning and powerful aerial bombs; they didn't need someone to guide them to the enemy's position, they just needed to bomb and then send someone to confirm the results…
Joe Ga, looking through night vision goggles, saw the two L-159s dive over the hills north of Tikrit, then drop a total of six aerial bombs into the area.
As huge explosions sounded, Joe Ga suddenly realized something and angrily yelled into the communicator, "Cobra, I'm going to dock your pay. You fucking don't carry air-to-air missiles in air combat, are you crazy…"
While Joe Ga was screaming his head off, the two fighter jets executed a deft turn in the air and then pounced towards the factory area near the bank of the Tigris River...
Hearing the boss's complaints, 'Cobra' showed a joyful smile and said, "Boss, that's a MiG-21. It's probably older than me.
Would you bring a gun when you enter the ring to compete with me?"
With those words, 'Cobra' demonstrated surgical shooting skills to Joe…
The L-159s skimmed over the front of a factory from north to south, with a string of machine gun fire hitting the front walls of the factory.
Special high-explosive rounds blew many holes through the walls and gates already ravaged by mortar fire.
Joe Ga saw the two fighter jets had finished dropping their bombs but didn't retreat; instead, they began circling the factory area, and within minutes, all the mortars inside were silenced.
Faced with such a remarkable display, Joe Ga said helplessly, "You guys knew well before that the MiG was no good, didn't you? You just wanted to dupe me into getting you the L-159.
Old timers, I've got you pegged, will dock your pay sooner or later..."
As Joe Ga was talking, 'Archerfish' started low-altitude maneuvers in his fighter jet...
At a height of a little over a hundred meters above the ground, he wreaked havoc on the walls of the factory with his aircraft cannons and then suddenly turned and climbed…
The fighter jet's purplish-blue tail flame, full of vigorous heat, shot into the courtyard of the factory, forcing a group trying to rush out of the buildings to awkwardly shrink back.
The Rabbit Squad, nearly reaching the factory, was hesitating whether to call for another round of support, when they saw the wall and gate 40 meters ahead collapse like a stack of blocks.
'Chameleon' couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the sky, then stepped on the accelerator and shouted loudly, "Let's go; there might be hostages in the factory. Rescue them…"
After the MiG threat was eliminated, Joe Ga jumped out of the car and pressed the communicator shouting...
"Everybody, don't panic. Our air support will arrive soon. Stay safe, identify the terrorists, try not to harm the local civilians.
Damn it, my missiles are sponsored; don't try to save them for me. Let's flatten this area…"
Joe Ga looked back at Nis inside the vehicle and, with a smile, grabbed a passing Colombian, saying, "Send a team to protect Owl to the rear. She is our air-ground coordination commander. You all can die, but she cannot have any problems.
The Colombian, upon hearing this, straightened up and was about to salute when Karman slapped his hand away...
Seeing the grim expression on the Colombian's face, he smiled sheepishly, knowing he had made a mistake, then called over a few comrades to get on the boss's vehicle, and they sped off down the roadbed, boldly changing direction and heading towards the back of the convoy.
Joe Ga patted Nis on the helmet and said with a smile, "That will make you happier, right?"
After speaking, Joe Ga kicked Dorian in the leg and pulled down his night vision goggles, pointing to the battlefield ahead and saying with a laugh, "Let's go up..."
Dorian pounded the helmet hard and, pulling up Ayu, who was like a warrior of steel and blood to lead the way, joyfully said, "This time we're all here. King Kong, get them, get them, GO, GO, GO..."
As Joe Ga and his team entered the battlefield, two fully loaded Griffins, each carrying 24 Blue Sword 7 missiles, entered the fray...
Behind them, eight little gazelles with machine gunners armed with Hellfire missiles swooped in one after another, then began circling the area occupied by the terrorists...
At this time, Rabbit Squad rushed into the factory to complete the cleanup. The terrorists, dazed by the consecutive bombings, were no match for them...
In just five minutes, they had cleared the enemies from the factory, rescuing over 40 imprisoned workers.
As they rushed out of the factory and prepared to continue north, they saw the helicopters and fighter jets coming to support.
The Griffin's ultra-low stall performance and the exaggerated payload made Chameleon gasp, and after holding back for a good while, under Bayika's gaze, Chameleon let out a sentence...
"Private bosses are so rich now!"
At the edge of the battlefield, inside a building, Amal held back several terrorist leaders who wanted to rush out desperately, shaking his head forcefully, saying, "Don't go, our people are done for, let's withdraw...
We only need to live to spread glory for Him!"
As Amal spoke, a violent explosion occurred a few hundred meters from them.
The terrifying power of the Super Pressure Hellfire awakened the reason of the militants.
They nodded vigorously at Amal saying, "The Armenians are too foolish. We withdraw, we will wait for those bastards in Mosul..."
A faint smile squeezed onto Amalar's face as he led the way out of the house...
Watching the continuous explosions in the distance, Amal nervously lit the IR lamp on his shoulder and, while earnestly praying, ran fiercely toward the evacuation vehicles arranged by Aaron...
In the city center of Tikrit, Aaron sat on the top floor of a six-story hotel, holding a pair of binoculars and looking out at the distant battlefield...
When the Griffins and the little gazelles entered the scene, Aaron, feeling snarky, said to his assistant, "Actually, Hu Lang isn't that great at fighting, right?"
The assistant nodded decisively and said, "Indeed, it's just bullying!
Boss, we could sell more stuff to the ISIS people. We still have a batch of armored personnel carriers, and they are sure to be willing to spend a lot of money right now."