Warlords: Rising from the Northwest Border and Sweeping Across the Powers

At the same time, the Flying Swallow Squadron did not choose to withdraw, but used its excellent mobility to continue to shuttle through the enemy's air defense firepower network. Sometimes they dived rapidly, sometimes they circled at high altitudes, constantly attracting the attention of the enemy's air defense units, creating favorable conditions for the strike operation of the No. 3 Squadron.

"Flying Swallow Squad, continue to carry out the 'bait' mission, stay flexible and maneuverable, and ensure the safety of Squad No. 3." The voice of the wing commander sounded again.

Under the unremitting cover of the Flying Swallow Squad, the No. 3 Squad shuttled through the gaps in the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower like ghosts. With an almost artistic flying skill, they cleverly avoided all threats from the ground.

At this time, the pilots of the No. 3 squadron were no longer just fighters, but also precise "surgeons". Their targets were directly aimed at the core of air defense hidden deep in the Kumamoto Fortress - the firing holes of the anti-aircraft units exposed above the fortress.

"Team No. 3, pay attention to adjusting the flight altitude and speed to ensure that every bomb can accurately enter the firing hole." The captain issued instructions through the tactical channel. His voice was calm and firm, revealing his absolute grasp of the mission and full trust in his teammates.

The pilots responded quickly. They used the fighter's advanced navigation system and the real-time intelligence provided by the Flying Swallow Squadron to accurately calculate and locate the location of each firing hole. Then, they began to perform a seemingly impossible task - to accurately deliver the heavy Stinger air-to-ground bomb into the fortress through the firing hole with a diameter of only about five meters.

This requires pilots to not only have extremely high flying skills, but also extraordinary patience and concentration. They carefully control the fighter planes and perform precise flight performances in a narrow space. Every adjustment of the flight attitude and every fine-tuning of the speed is like a silent dance, and the stage is the perilous sky and the indestructible fortress.

Finally, following the captain's order, the fighter planes of the No. 3 squadron launched Stinger air-to-ground bombs almost simultaneously. These bombs streaked out brilliant flames in the night sky, and rushed towards the firing holes of the fortress like a meteor shower. In just a few seconds, they passed through the thick air, penetrated the narrow firing holes, and finally exploded inside.

The shock wave and high temperature generated by the explosion instantly destroyed the air defense units in the fortress, and the enemy's air defense system suffered an unprecedented blow. Blazing flames and billowing smoke spewed out of the firing holes, forming a sharp contrast with the night sky.

The interior of the Kumamoto Fortress was like a hell on earth, with chaos and despair. With the precise attack of the No. 3 squad, the twelve anti-aircraft units collapsed in a series of explosions. They were once the steel walls guarding the fortress, but now they have turned into ruins and debris.

Flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed, illuminating the entire depths of the fortress as dazzling as daylight, but with an ominous bloody color.

The shock wave from the explosion spread wantonly in the small space, destroying all the surrounding buildings and facilities. Fragments of the anti-aircraft units flew everywhere, and sharp metal fragments cut through the air, making a piercing whistle, and mercilessly penetrated the flesh of the surrounding soldiers, leaving shocking blood holes.

Screams, cries for help and explosions intertwined together to form a tragic symphony that echoed in every corner of the fortress.

The air defense soldiers were panicked, and many of them were swallowed up by the sudden disaster before they could react.

Some soldiers were devoured by the flames and turned into ashes; some were crushed by the collapsed buildings, their lives uncertain; others were covered in blood, struggling to escape from this place of death. Their faces were filled with fear and despair, their eyes had lost their former brilliance, and only the desire for life and the resistance to death remained.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and blood, which was suffocating. The entire fortress was filled with the breath of death, as if even time had frozen at this moment. The surviving soldiers supported each other and stumbled to find a way out, but they were surrounded by fire and ruins, and every step they took was full of uncertainty and danger.

This sudden attack was undoubtedly fatal to the Kumamoto Fortress. The removal of the anti-aircraft units not only weakened the defensive capabilities of the fortress, but also dealt a huge psychological blow to the defenders. The morale of the soldiers was extremely low, and they began to doubt whether their resistance was still meaningful. All of this laid the groundwork for the subsequent offensive operations.

"The first round of targeted elimination missions has achieved remarkable results, and all members have performed well!" The voice of the captain of the No. 3 squad came through the tactical channel, clear and powerful. In the complex battlefield environment, it was like a beacon that stabilized the morale of the troops.

"Immediately initiate the post-war assessment process to collect and analyze data on the effectiveness of the strike." He further instructed, knowing that the accuracy and timeliness of the intelligence were crucial to the next action.

"At the same time, all units should pay attention, adjust their combat status, and lock on to a new batch of air defense targets. The enemy's air defense firepower should not be underestimated. We must remain highly vigilant, strike accurately, and strive to make every missile hit the vital point." The captain's words revealed a grim judgment on the next mission, but also full trust in his team members.

"Radar operator, recalibrate the coordinates to ensure that all information is accurate. Signalman, maintain close contact with the Flying Swallow Squad and share intelligence in real time." He arranged every link meticulously to ensure that information between the teams flowed smoothly.

In the tense atmosphere of preparation for battle, the pilots of the No. 3 Squadron took quick action, adjusted their flight attitude, and reconfirmed the status of their equipment.

"Everyone, take your positions and prepare to launch the second round of Stinger air-to-ground missiles." The captain's voice rang out again, like a war drum, stirring everyone's fighting spirit.

As the countdown ended, missiles were once again sent into the launch orbit, trailing long flames across the night sky as they sped towards new targets.

Half an hour later, as the last key air defense unit was destroyed in the explosion, the captain of the Goshawk Squadron quickly contacted the Nu Jiao Bomber Squadron through the encrypted communication channel: "Nu Jiao Nu Jiao, this is the Goshawk. Reporting the battle situation, our targeted elimination plan has been perfectly executed, and about two-thirds of the enemy's air defense units have been eliminated. Next, the stage is handed over to you, it's time to show the power of the Nu Jiao!"

However, the joy of victory did not completely cover up the cruelty on the battlefield. In the process of eliminating the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower at a fixed point, the No. 3 squad encountered unprecedented challenges.

Although they successfully destroyed a large number of targets with their superb flying skills and accurate strike capabilities, the cruelty of war still cost a brave Destroyer fighter pilot his life.

When the Destroyer fighter was hit by the enemy's anti-aircraft firepower and instantly turned into a fireball and fell to the ground, the entire squad fell into a brief silence. The captain of the third squad clenched his teeth, and a trace of unspeakable grief flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that on the battlefield, life and death was just a matter of a moment, but the pain of losing a comrade was like a hammer hitting everyone's heart.

After silently praying for his deceased brother in his heart, the squad leader suppressed his grief and issued the evacuation order in a firm and low voice: "Attention all members, the mission has been accomplished, but we have lost a brave comrade. Now, we must carry his legacy and evacuate the battlefield safely. Salute to the sacrificed brother, and rest in peace!"

As the order was given, the remaining fighter jets of the No. 3 squadron began to adjust their flight posture in an orderly manner and evacuate the sky filled with smoke.