From arms dealer to king of war

The radar showed 4 F-14s, but in fact there were 8 raiders...

Those crazy pilots stacked two fighters together, and the moment the fleet discovered them and began to intercept, the F-14 above suddenly launched Exocet missiles, using the missile signal to block the radar signal of the comrades below...

Then the F-14 above turned away at the moment the fleet's air defense launched, releasing a large number of jamming bombs to cover the comrades below to continue to advance...

At such a low altitude and such a close distance, even if the director helped the fleet to cheat and made them instantly dissatisfied with the medium and long-range air defense missiles, it would be useless , the combat altitude could not meet the requirements, and there was no time...

The three F-14s that completed the cover mission withdrew from the battle, but the Archerfish got rid of the Sea Sparrow through low-altitude and high-speed maneuvers, and covered the Cobra and broke into the fleet...

Looking at the Prince of Wales aircraft carrier close at hand, the Archerfish suddenly rushed in front of the Cobra, then climbed at a large angle of attack, showing its belly in front, and at the same time sprinkled a large number of jamming bombs, temporarily attracting all the firepower to itself...

"Hahahaha, we won..."

The Cobra took advantage of the Archerfish's cover and pressed the launch button to launch He launched the Exocet missiles...

After he announced the hit in the director's office, he seemed to have accomplished a mission...

8 F-14 Tomcats hit two frigates, a destroyer, and an aircraft carrier, and only one fighter survived...

"We won!"

Cobra laughed and drove the F-14, passing by the side of the aircraft carrier bridge...

The huge tremor made the people in the command center squat subconsciously, watching the fighters go away with dull eyes...

Just when everyone fell into silence, under the cover of the rising sun in the east, 8 Su-27s and 16 Xiaolongs were close to the sea surface. Rushed to the fleet...

The morale of the fleet had been destroyed, and no matter how the old general mobilized it, it could not raise its spirits...

Seeing that two of their destroyers were judged to be hit, the sailors stood on the deck in a daze...

The old general sat down in a chair dejectedly, watching the fighters flying through the fleet in a mighty manner close to the sea surface. He remembered a mysterious phone call he had received before, and then waved his hand dejectedly and said: "Send a signal, we lost, we surrender..."

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At the P.B headquarters outside Oscar, Sweden, Qingshan twisted his hands together in a tangle...

When the director's department clearly When the message was sent to indicate the defeat and surrender of the NATO aircraft carrier fleet, Qingshan held his head in disbelief...

"Ah..."

The excited 'Three Yellow Chicken' was like a chronic disease that was suddenly cured, and excitedly ran around the command center...

When seeing Qingshan holding his head and crying, 'Three Yellow Chicken' ran over and jumped onto Qingshan's back, strangling his neck and shouting loudly: "We won, we won..."

At this time, no one cared about discipline and demeanor. Tony from the technical department threw away the computer in his hand and rushed to the middle of the temporary strategic support workers... …

He excitedly high-fived a few young temporary workers who were not used to it, then hugged a temporary girl with short hair and kissed her hard, and then was thrown to the ground by an overhand throw…

Tony, who was smashed to the ground, grinned at the fierce-looking temporary girl and said with a silly smile: "I want to fall in love..."

Just when the girl wanted to continue to rage, Tony, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his fist and shouted at the loudest voice in his life: "Strike hard..."

"Huha..."

Tony's slogan was like a signal...

"Strike hard..."

"Huha..."

Same slogan It sounded repeatedly at the base and around the base...

All places that were paying attention to this exercise...

Soldiers from Tobruk, Iraq's Humanitarian Operation Center, Syria's Safe Zone, Yemen's Mukalla, Afghanistan's Kandahar, and the most important town of Sangha in Central Africa all walked onto the open square...

"Strike hard..."

"Huha..."

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At the United Nations headquarters in New York, the Security Council held a closed-door meeting to discuss the inclusion of P.B. as a member of the Counter-Terrorism Committee...

Algeria, a non-permanent member of the Security Council, submitted a proposal requesting Let the Jackal become a member of the Counter-Terrorism Committee...

And the chairmanship of the three ABC groups of the committee was given to the representatives of Brazil, Greece and Qatar respectively...

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But just when everyone was busy, the Nord Stream still exploded...

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On Gotland Island...

Joga hung up the tenth call that congratulated him. He looked down at his military boots that were not stained with too much mud and water, and suddenly shook his head tiredly...

The battle was over. Of the nearly nine thousand enemies responsible for landing, less than one-fifth survived.

The southeastern coastal area of ​​Gotland Island was full of corpses. A large number of general-purpose landing craft on the sea were like toys broken by naughty children. With the push of the waves, they gradually squeezed together to form a floating island with black smoke and stench.

After being disarmed, the surrendered soldiers gathered together in a daze, not knowing what fate they were about to face...

The P·B team, caught in a fanatical atmosphere, had no energy to pay attention to these prisoners...

Those soldiers from the barbaric land of Afika hummed the songs of their hometown, while helping their injured comrades receive treatment, while collecting the bodies of a few comrades...

There is no such thing as sadness…

The black soldiers put their dead comrades into body bags, then wrote their names on them and drew the pattern totems belonging to their tribe. Then four people carried stretchers and took their comrades to join in the celebration...

Dorian's body was covered with trophies collected from those executioners, and he proudly showed off to his comrades around him...

Seeing that the boss seemed to be in a bad mood, Dorian ran over with a smile and said loudly: "Boss, we have won..."

Qiao Jia reached out and gave Dorian a high-five, nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, it's not easy..."

Dorian put a silver lighter into Qiao Jia's hand with a sneaky look and whispered: "Boss, since we won, do you think my salary should be increased?

Level 30, I only need the salary of level 30..."

Qiao Jia reached out and patted Dorian on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Do a good job, and I will buy a luxury yacht at the end of the year and lend it to you for fun..."

After speaking, Qiao Jia turned around and hugged everyone around him, and sincerely said 'thank you' to everyone...

Looking at the excited anteaters, Qiao Jia waved his hands and shouted loudly: "We won, we defeated the NATO army, let's go home...

Go home with honor! "

"Strong blow..."

"Huha..."

Seeing those anteaters roaring at the top of their lungs, Qiaojia took a few steps, jumped on top of a Milosh armored vehicle, stepped on the automatic weapon tower, waved his hands and roared loudly...

"I am the King of War..."

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"He won again..."

Aaron sat on the balcony of the Odessa hotel suite, looking at the rising sun, curling his lips and muttering to himself: "Well, you are the king of war...

But everything is not over yet, the chaos has just begun..."