Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2350 We are invincible
One twenty-five in the afternoon.

Shengjing, command center!

Mr. Peng stood up again, his face no longer as calm as before.

The other side's two planes had appeared, but they just didn't come in, which made his net last a little long.

What worried him even more was whether the other party would notice something and make all their preparations go to waste.

If the goal cannot be achieved, then what is the point of forbearance in the previous two times?
joke?

President Peng took two steps, looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the headquarters, took a deep breath, and walked to the communication office, "Give me the Guangdong government."

The communications officer immediately made a call and handed the phone to Mr. Peng after a while.

"Han Xuanfeng, it's me."

"Hello, Mr. Peng."

"No, I'm not feeling well now. Can you tell me what's going on over there?"

Han Xuanfeng felt a chill on his back on the other end of the phone, and quickly explained, "Boss Peng, we are strictly following the plan and implementing the necessary defense strategies. No other actions will be taken."

Han Xuanfeng was just speaking when he suddenly saw the chief of staff running towards him, holding a phone, with a look of joy on his face.

"Boss Peng, please wait a moment!"

Han Xuanfeng quickly turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Here he comes, this idiot is finally here!"

"Damn it, you scared me so much, I thought you weren't coming."

Han Xuanfeng took a deep breath, then immediately turned his head and said to the microphone, "Boss Peng, the guests are here."

"We're ready to serve."

"it is good!"

President Peng pounded his hand on the table and was about to speak, but he saw the phone ringing not far away. After the staff officer picked up the phone, his face was also excited, which was obviously a good news.

"You proceed according to the plan and make sure not to alert the enemy."

"I'm going to kill him all at once."

"Yes! Promise to complete the mission!"

When Han Xuanfeng's voice came, President Peng hung up the phone.

At this moment, the staff officer said, "General Peng, the enemy has entered my identified airspace and is advancing rapidly toward the northwest."

"it is good!"

"Let Lao Zhang take over for me, and pay attention to the timing!"

President Peng clapped his hands together, gave instructions for the mission, and then walked around the headquarters again, "Ask Shanghai and Sijiucheng if there is any movement over there."

"Yes!"

The call was made.

At the same time, Han Xianfeng stood in front of the map, hearing the staff officers' reports.

"Report, the enemy is heading due north and will enter our territory in two minutes."

"Report, our third squadron is heading forward to block them."

"Report, the enemy broke through the blockade of the third squadron. We fired three missiles. The enemy was unharmed and is heading northwest."

"Report."

Han Xuanfeng looked at the opponent's flight trajectory and frowned. It would be a bit difficult to keep the opponent in this state.

"Order, ground control firepower to join in, missiles, anti-aircraft guns, fire them up."

"Don't be stingy with your ammunition. If you can't take it down, it's useless no matter how much you spend."

"Now that we've taken it down, there won't be many chances left. Let's save it for the New Year."

Han Xuanfeng gave the order, and soon the anti-aircraft battalions and anti-aircraft groups on each hilltop and in the caves began to increase their firepower.

Over the sky.

The Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft, code-named Thunderbird, was flying at an altitude of 30,000 meters, with a speed reaching Mach 3.

The pilot Jerry was concentrating on operating the Blackbird reconnaissance plane. There was continuous artillery fire behind him, and the rumbling sound of explosions seemed to be welcoming their arrival.

"Hey, Mr. Jerry, what do you feel now?"

Sam sat in the back, looking calm.

His eyes swept across the thousands of meters below. It seemed that those planes were specifically sent to escort him. The missiles they launched were like cannons shooting at mosquitoes. They could not even reach him.

"Sam, I feel like the other side is putting up a lot of resistance this time."

Jerry glanced at the display screen on the plane, which indicated that missiles below were locking onto him, but this was commonplace for him.

His hands moved quickly, and the flexibility of the Blackbird reconnaissance aircraft was fully unleashed at this moment. At a high speed, the aircraft drew an arc in the air with just a slight turn, leaving behind all the planes and missiles.

Ten thousand meters behind him, in the J-7 fighter jet, the pilot gritted his teeth.

"Captain, this bastard is too arrogant."

The wingman's voice was heard, and the leader remained silent.

If anger was useful, they would have unified the world long ago.

Precisely because they know it is useless, they can only endure it silently.

However, thinking of the trump card hidden at the airport, the captain of the lead plane showed a ruthless look on his face again.

In order to better perform the confusion mission, he was transferred here, thus giving up the opportunity to drive the White Horse.

Although he feels a little regretful, he will not regret it.

Because he knew that everything he was doing now was for the fatal blow that would come soon.

The final dagger is certainly important, but the picture unfolding in the early stages is equally exciting.

"Attention all teams, continue as planned."

"Remember, this is our mission. If anyone messes up, take off this outfit."

"I am the Third Battalion, and we don't keep idle people!"

"Is that clear?"

The captain said in a cold voice, and a uniform echo immediately came out of the microphone, "Yes!"

"Team Six, you go to Area Eight. The other teams go back and refuel and reload."

The captain issued the order again, and soon the four J-7s in the fleet began to accelerate and fly north. Although the distance was getting farther and farther, the opponent's target remained unchanged, so they only had to wait on the road to the north.

The remaining few planes that had used up all their missiles began to return.

On the Thunderbird, although Jerry had been avoiding underground defense firepower, his mind was always on the radar. When he saw the fleet behind him disperse, he finally let go of the worry in his heart.

All of the other party's actions so far were within his expectations, which also meant that the other party's reaction was the same as last time. In this case, there was no need to worry.

Jerry showed a hint of sarcasm as he looked at the anti-aircraft shells exploding thousands of meters below.

These antiques are so old, and you still want to use this weapon to shoot them down?

Unless he lowers his height by half, the opponent still has a chance.

But along the way, we saw at least a dozen anti-aircraft artillery positions.

Otherwise, the shells will keep following behind?
"Sam, have you got a clear picture of the anti-aircraft base below?"

Jerry took the time to ask, but Sam was busy operating the camera. He just replied "OK" and continued to work.

He still cares very much about the work that can bring them a good salary.

Especially for the firepower points arranged along the border line, if you record them and hand them over to the higher-ups, you will definitely get a huge bonus.

This is a good thing.

"It's almost time, we should get down to business."

Jerry looked at several planes that suddenly flew in front of him, and the missiles on the planes that were speaking had already been launched.

Jerry knew that this must be support from another airport.

I encountered it last time, and later I went back and learned from the intelligence department that this was the enemy’s military base in southern Yunnan, and the aircraft equipped were also the J-7.

He has ample experience dealing with this type of aircraft.

So, when the missile was rushing upward at an angle, the plane driven by Jerry had already turned to the north, and the speed increased again, directly reaching Mach 3.2.

"Oh~~~"

“It’s so cool~~~”

"We are invincible, you bastards, follow us."

In the back seat, Sam was pressed down on the seat by the powerful force, with an excited smile on his face.

"Dashu Dashu, I am Thunderbird. I have entered the enemy's airspace and am heading towards the target."

"Repeat, I am Thunderbird, I have entered the enemy's airspace and am heading towards the target."

The communicator was silent for two seconds, and then a voice from the base came, "Thunderbird, this is Dashu, I got the message, everything is normal."

"Repeat, message received, everything is OK."

"Received, Thunderbird received. Will report the situation every minute. Received."

"receive."

The voice in the communicator was calm. Jerry glanced at the plane that suddenly appeared below with a sneer on his face.

Obviously this is the plane that was used to split the troops just now.

But so what?

Even if he has seen through our purpose and is waiting for us halfway, so what?

You're still just swallowing your anger.

Strength is the voice that speaks.

Whoosh~~~
A black figure swept across the sky, and the pilots of the Sixth Squadron below fired all the PL-2 missiles they were carrying.

Can.
Looking at the black bird flying away, the team leader gritted his teeth and reported the situation.

When Han Xuanfeng received the reply, he immediately looked at his watch. It was one thirty-five.

In other words, their full efforts to obstruct the enemy only lasted for ten minutes.

No, it should be less than ten minutes.

With the opponent's speed, it only takes five minutes to reach the target location, and then three or four minutes to film the surrounding inland conditions.

In other words, the other party will return in eight minutes.

Adding the time they were on camera, they only had ten minutes to execute the final blow.

Time is urgent.

Picking up the phone, Han Xuanfeng immediately reported the situation. He needed the power to make independent decisions, otherwise there was no point in fighting this battle.

Shengjing.

The black bird in the sky was advancing amid the gunfire. The difference was that the pilot this time was much more "rampant" than Jerry.

The Blackbird, code-named Nightingale, flew at an altitude of 20,000 meters throughout the entire journey, and its speed was only under Mach 3.

The surrounding J-7s were like a swarm of bees, rushing up one after another, throwing missiles like matches, and even the machine gun ammunition was tilted.

One by one they used up their ammunition, returned, and then rushed forward again.

In the cockpit, the arrogant pilot was shouting into the communicator, "Bird's Nest, the neighbors are very welcoming."

"I can't help but want to kiss their butts."

"Hahaha, too enthusiastic. Oh, damn, there are so many planes. What are they going to do?"

"Oh, this is the passion of Sister Jianqi. I can't bear it."

"Damn it, why doesn't my Nightingale have missiles? I want to protest, I want to protest seriously, even if you give me an M60, I can wipe their asses."

The communicator was filled with howling sounds, and the technician sitting in the back seat was speechless.

But after working with this partner for so long, I've gotten used to it.

The most important thing is that he is the ace among aces. He has fought with the Alliance aircraft many times in Europa and has survived until now, which has proved his ability.

However, the difficulty here is far less than that of the European Alliance. Even if he is the second-line force of the alliance, he dare not be so arrogant.

I can only say that the people here are so useless.

"Ace, stop playing around. News has come in from the Bird's Nest. It's time to get down to business."

Ace, who was driving the Nightingale, curled his lips when he heard the technician's voice coming from the headset. "Old John, I was just about to have fun, and you came to throw cold water on me."

"Be careful or I'll take all your cigars."

Old John behind him shook his head speechlessly. This guy's brain is never on the same channel.

"Okay, hurry up, don't waste time, you still have to go find your Korean sister."

Old John replied, and Ace's eyes widened immediately. Then Nightingale suddenly pulled up, and the speed directly jumped to Mach 3.5, and quickly flew high into the sky.

Old John in the back seat was unexpectedly squeezed into the seat and became depressed.

"Damn you Ace, couldn't you just tell me that I would kill you when I get back."

"Hahaha, Old John, that's all? We are invincible Blackbird pilots!"

"Shit~~"