Warlords: I just made a little fortune, but I didn’t build a country.

A Phoenix fighter was completing a highly skilled flight, also known as a Cobra flight. After completing this flight, it continuously destroyed seven main battle tanks on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there was another ultra-low-altitude breakthrough attack, which destroyed three or five tanks and armored vehicles of the Alliance Army. The violent sonic boom scared the tank soldiers of the Alliance Army so much that they fled in panic.

The pilot flying the Phoenix fighter plane numbered 003 was none other than Qin Dadi as mentioned by Wu Laoer. He was one of the nine gold medal pilots in the entire Northern Military Region, and he ranked first among these nine gold medal pilots.

As long as Qin Dadi is allowed to fly a fighter jet, this airspace will become the opponent's main battlefield. During the entire air combat attack, it can be clearly seen that the Phoenix fighter jet driven by Qin Dadi is at ease in the air. It does not seem like he is in actual combat at all, but more like he is in an exercise. He is so skilled that even the alliance soldiers on the ground have begun to notice him.

"Fight back!"

The anti-aircraft weapons began to counterattack frantically, but for Qin Dadi and the entire flying combat force, it was just like shooting a fly with a rifle from thousands of miles away. It was impossible to even miss it, let alone hit it.

"Collect the team."

After the clearing raid was completed, 108 fighters returned intact, and no fighter was damaged. This is the strength of the Qin Empire's current air force.

Qin Lin only had one requirement for the Air Force, Navy, Army, Missile Troops, and Electronic Information Troops: strive for excellence, not the best, but only better.

"Fake!"

Watching the Qin Army's flying unit withdraw and his own tank group losing nearly a thousand armored tanks again, Commander Lind Brandon pointed at the fighter jets that disappeared in the sky and cursed.

As the chief tactical commander of the blitzkrieg and tank armored group, he thought he would be remembered in history, but unexpectedly he was remembered in history not in the form of victory, but in defeat!

......

"Order."

After learning that the air force had achieved great results, Yuan Zhan mobilized the missile force for the second time, preparing to launch ten rounds of missiles again. 8800 Red Arrow III missiles would launch a third strike on the armored tank cluster of the coalition army that had suffered a second strike.

As long as the thousands or nearly ten thousand armored tanks, troop carriers, self-propelled artillery, rocket launchers, etc. of the Blue Star Alliance are all destroyed, the millions of troops on the front line of the alliance army will be without heavy firepower support in a short period of time. Without heavy firepower, it will be easier for his northern military district to reap the rewards.

"clear."

On the distant horizon, a solemn and murderous atmosphere quietly spread.

The launch vehicles of the Red Arrow-III missiles are arranged in neat rows like steel guards, with their cold muzzles raised high, as if they were a silent roar to the sky, and as if they were announcing to the whole world the destructive power hidden within them.

The surface of the launch vehicle was metallic and shimmering in the dim sky, reflecting a cold light, and every line showed strength and majesty. The air around seemed to be frozen by this powerful aura, and the silence was suffocating, with only the occasional slight hum of machinery breaking the oppressive tranquility.

The commander stood in the command vehicle, his eyes fixed on the battlefield map ahead. His face was full of determination and resoluteness. He waved the baton in his hand in the air and issued the fateful command: "Fire!" This short and powerful command was instantly transmitted to the entire launch site through radio waves.

In an instant, the first missile was like a beast that had broken free from its shackles, accompanied by a deafening roar, wrapped in blazing flames, and rushed into the sky with the force of thunder. It left behind a long, blazing tail flame, as if it was a crack tearing the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the second, the third... 880 missiles took off one after another. They were closely arranged, forming a steel cloud that covered the sky and the sun. Like a group of enraged firebirds, they rushed towards the target area madly with endless anger and power.

During the flight, the missile, like a nimble hunter, constantly and keenly adjusts its trajectory with its advanced guidance system. This system uses the most cutting-edge satellite positioning, radar tracking and intelligent algorithm technology to lock and track the target in all directions and in real time.

In the complex battlefield environment, they seemed to be endowed with life and wisdom. They flexibly avoided various obstacles on the ground and rushed straight towards the tanks that survived two rounds of attacks with amazing accuracy.

The first missile hit a majestic main battle tank accurately. In an instant, a dazzling light flashed, followed by a deafening roar.

"boom!"

The powerful impact of the violent explosion was like an invisible giant hand, throwing the tank's turret high up in the air, and the turret rolled in the air, and finally fell heavily in the distance. The tank's body was also overturned by the powerful air wave, and fell heavily to the ground, igniting a raging fire, and billowing black smoke rising into the sky.

Soon after, other missiles also hit the target like raindrops. Tanks exploded one after another under the attack of missiles, and the entire battlefield instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire. The flames shot up to the sky, and the smoke was so thick that people could hardly see the scene in front of them. The explosions came one after another, continuously, as if it was a never-ending symphony of death.

Each explosion was accompanied by the disintegration of the tanks, with metal fragments flying everywhere like raindrops, and the sharp fragments mercilessly piercing everything around. At the same time, the screams of the Alliance soldiers were intertwined. In this sudden attack, they were either swallowed by the blast or hit by the flying shrapnel, struggling in pain, and the entire tank group fell into the abyss of despair.

This was the third attack suffered by the entire Alliance tank cluster. Each attack was like a surging tide, one wave after another, coming so violently and so quickly that the Alliance soldiers had no time to make an effective response.

The first round of attacks by tens of thousands of missiles was like a sudden steel storm, instantly disrupting their formation; the second round of attacks by hundreds of fighter jets was like the arrival of the black god of death, rubbing salt into their wounds. And this time, the attack by the Red Arrow III missiles put them in a desperate situation.

On the battlefield, most of the once majestic main battle tanks have now become a pile of twisted scrap metal, lying on the ground, emitting black smoke; medium tanks were not spared, their bodies were torn apart by the explosions, and parts were scattered all over the ground; rocket launchers and self-propelled artillery were blown to pieces, the barrels were twisted and deformed, and they could no longer fire deadly ammunition; troop carriers were destroyed beyond recognition, the doors were blown off, and the lives of the soldiers inside were unknown. After these three rounds of attacks, these mechanized weapons suffered heavy losses and almost lost all their combat capabilities.

However, Yuan Zhan didn't seem to intend to let them go.

Just as the Alliance soldiers were still immersed in despair, the fourth round of attacks came again. 108 flying fighters, like black lightning, cut through the sky and rushed towards the devastated battlefield.

This time, according to Yuan Zhan's intention, he wanted to completely destroy the lightning tactics of the Eastern Theater of the Alliance Army. Nearly 10,000 armored clusters, as the core force of the lightning tactics, became the focus of destruction. Yuan Zhan knew that only by depriving the millions of soldiers on the front line of the Eastern Theater of the Alliance Army of their heavy firepower support could he gain an absolute advantage in this war.

Fighter jets circled in the air, searching for targets, with various advanced weapons mounted under their wings to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.