Chapter 578 Rain of Death

In the jungle, two soldiers with rifles were leaning against a tree, watching out for movement around them. novel,

Behind them are quadruple anti-aircraft cannons. This kind of thing is very weak when facing fighter jets, but once the number is formed, even the fourth-generation aircraft dare not easily dive into the dense firepower network.

Next to the anti-aircraft cannon is a box of shoulder-fired Stinger missiles. This is the munitions provided by the US military, which is regarded as a supplement to the close-range air defense capabilities of the Philippine army.

The surroundings are very quiet, only the unique chirping of insects in the subtropical jungle.

The hot temperature can easily make people sleepy. In order not to doze off, the two soldiers chatted in a low voice.

"How long do you think it will be?"

"I don't know, maybe two months? Or three months."

"It's really troublesome, why am I not from the 14th Division?" the bearded man said irritably after driving away the butterflies on the rifle.

"Division 14? Is it fun to stay with infected people? I remember that everyone who goes there has to sign a voluntary policy. Until the vaccine comes out, once you get in, you can't get out." Another man who looked young put his rifle on his shoulders. shoulder, said with a smile.

"You don't understand," the bearded man grinned, leaned closer and whispered, "The cleaners are the emperors inside, but the cleaners are still a bit dangerous, and they have to deal with infected people often. The most popular ones are those who work in logistics. , those women in the safe zone, hey, you can play however you want."

"Come on, what if you never get out?"

"Then I won't come out." The bearded man said flatly.

"I still have a girlfriend." The breeze blew, and the man glanced at the bushes that were safe and sound, and said without interest.

"Go in, you can have many girlfriends." The bearded teased.

Neither of the two gags noticed that the transparent ghost was sneaking past them.

A button-sized infrared indicator was placed not far behind the two of them. Under the cover of the bushes, the little red light was as invisible as a scarab perched on a palm tree.

After all the indicators were placed, the ghost agent arrived at the edge of the battlefield and left the battlefield in a small helicopter.

in a helicopter. She turned on the communicator.

"The beacon has been placed."

At the same time, at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the Aurora 20 pilot ended the cruise and reached out to turn on the infrared device.

"receive."

Black and white on the screen. Dozens of red square marks locked onto the white signal sources in an instant.

The pilot checked the radar, confirmed the strike radius and altitude, reached out to open the safety cover, and pressed the red button with his thumb lightly.

"Here is shooter 2. Model mxj11, start dropping bombs"

The bottom of the nacelle opens, and the red-painted rings of bombs separate from the racks.

Without a gorgeous tail flame, it is just like an inconspicuous black spot falling from the sky.

When the altitude dropped to 2,000 meters, the shell of the bomb disintegrated instantly, releasing the bullet body in the cavity.

Like the seeds scattered by the planter, bright flowers bloom in the verdant jungle.

It's called death.

The flames of the explosion covered the jungle in the target area without warning, shrapnel and sparks shuttled through the forest, tearing apart everything within the range of the explosion.

It rains death.

mxj11, nicknamed smallpox. Weighing 1,200 pounds, it is divided into high-explosive and armor-piercing types. It is a counterfeit of the terminally guided cluster bomb of the Pan-Asian Cooperation. One mxj11 contains 88 sub-bombs with terminal guidance devices. When it is thrown to a specific height, all the sub-bombs can be released, and all the targets in the target area will be cleared and locked under the screening of the intelligent program.

Seventy-four anti-aircraft firepower points were wiped out in an instant. The air strike came from an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the sentry on guard didn't even have time to lie down and hide under the sound of the explosion

Because the light from the explosion was too dazzling, the pilot turned off the infrared device and tapped the microphone on the helmet.

"This is Shooter 2. The anti-aircraft firepower point has been cleared, over."

"Shooters 3 and 4 received it, and the short-range ground attack begins. Shooters 1 and 5, the opponent's 'bird' is handed over to you."

"Got it then. The hunt begins."

Four fighter jets broke through the sky and swooped down from the sky.

A series of explosions destroyed all the anti-aircraft firepower of the 21st Division of the Philippine Army, and also stunned all the Philippine soldiers ambushing in the forest.

Without giving them a lot of reaction time, the roar of air strikes came from far and near!

"Enemy aircraft spotted! Damn it, it's firing on our men! Where's our anti-aircraft gun! We need backup!" Crouching behind sandbags, the observer yelled into the walkie-talkie.

There was no answer on the other side.

He won't see it. In the barracks of the Field Command, the officer wearing an officer's cap has fallen into a pool of blood. Like the lieutenants and bodyguards lying next to him, he has a bloody hole tattooed on his forehead.

And the ghost agent who was the murderer had already left.

The roar of the air raid responded to the roar of the observer, and the rifleman, who was prostrate more than ten meters away from him, was reduced to ashes together with the sandbags used as a cover under the strafing of the 27mm machine gun.

Then, he saw ten clusters of sparks falling from the sky, and the explosion undoubtedly belonged to the FA50 of the Philippine Air Force.

That is the artifact they are proud of, the fourth-generation aircraft (Su standard: fifth-generation aircraft) modified by South Korea based on the t50 "Golden Eagle" fighter jet, which symbolizes the friendship between South Korea and the Philippines, but it has now become fragments.

In the direction of Davao Port, one after another rockets were launched into the sky, covering the sky above their positions under the desperate sight of Filipino soldiers.

However, what surprised them was that these rockets did not cause casualties to them, as if they had misfired, and only flashed an arc of electric current in the air for a moment.

The observer crouching behind the bunker was about to report the news to the division headquarters behind the theater, but he immediately froze.

The intercom seemed to be broken.

Not just walkie-talkies, but gps, watches, holographic sights, and even his flashlight! All useless!

An expression of seeing a ghost immediately appeared on his face.

In modern warfare, losing information means losing everything. With a battlefield width of more than ten kilometers, soldiers who have lost their command system are like caged mice, waiting to die in darkness and chaos.

The emp rockets destroyed all electronic equipment in the area, and the entire division of the 21st Division of the Philippine Army fell into a communication interruption!

At the same time, the 5th Infantry Division of the Moro Kingdom began to attack!

These guerrillas had never fought such an easy battle. Under the stimulation of their own firepower, they charged all the way with their rifles as if they were on stimulants. The Filipino soldiers who lost contact fled like headless chickens, facing the attack of thousands of guerrilla soldiers, fighting hard on their own.

Under the whistling of the Aurora 20, those rocket launchers and infantry artillery that received the most attention from the air strikes have become a nightmare for Philippine soldiers who are afraid to avoid them. The flames raged in the subtropical jungle, thirsty for the splashing blood.

Under the assault of the 5th Division of the Moro Kingdom, the 21st Division of the Philippine Army was defeated!

At the same time, the soldiers of the Star Ring Marine Corps took a helicopter and airborne at the eastern foot of the mountain. 1,000 soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons, with the support of naval guns, fighter planes, and hummingbird drones, pursued the retreating Philippine 15th Mountain Division. Facing the flexible mechanical exoskeleton, even though the Philippine soldiers have the advantage in numbers, they are still at a disadvantage.

It's almost a one-sided battle.

The war didn't last long, and before the Army Command of the Second Army had time to respond, bad news of the collapse of the front line flew to Aire Bailey's command table one after another.

"Retreat! Let the people from the 15th Mountain Division withdraw! And those idiots from the 21st Division! Damn, a bunch of idiots!" Ali Bailey punched the table angrily, and his hat fell off. .

The correspondent looked at the officer with trepidation.

"Sir"

"Why don't you go!" Eli Bailey wanted to slap this guy to death.

Every second someone was dying in battle, his heart was bleeding.

"The 15th Division has been surrounded"

Eli Bailey was stunned for a while, and swallowed hard.

"What about Division 21?"

"The 21st division is temporarily unavailable. Sir? Sir! Where are you going, sir?"

The correspondent looked in amazement at Eli Bailey who slammed the door, and the hat that fell to the ground and refused to be picked up.

While hastily climbing into his car, Eli Bailey rudely urged the driver to take him to the 14th Division headquarters stationed in Cagayan City. At this moment, the commander looked ferocious, and fear was written in his pupils.

Oh shit! This is not war! This is massacre! (To be continued.)