Shanying is a product of Guizhou Airlines. The serial number of the Chinese Navy and Air Force is J-9. In addition to undertake advanced fighter training, it can also undertake certain combat tasks. It is a low-cost fighter jet that can be afforded by poor countries, and is solid and reliable. The exported model has added weapon pylons, which can carry rockets, bombs and air-to-air missiles, and a 23mm cannon.

Fu Ping'an and Lao Wang ran to the air force base separated by a wall. With the guidance of two guards, they found the ammunition depot and the refueling cart. There were four planes, but they only had two people. One of them could fly was victory. Lao Wang was from the Air Force and was familiar with the process. He personally pushed the rockets over with a cart, loading them one by one. Time was tight, and even the procedure of wearing flight suits was saved. He only wore a helmet and climbed into the cockpit. Lao Wang was in the front seat and Fu Ping'an was in the back seat, and he served as the weapon operator.

Fu Ping'an quickly became familiar with the instruments in the cabin. Fighters are different from Cessna, and the instruments are more and more complex. Fortunately, they are all Chinese logos, so it is not difficult to get familiar with them. His mission is not to control the aircraft, but to bomb and strafing, which is relatively simple.

"Don't be nervous, just like playing games. You'll get familiar with it after fighting twice." Lao Wang comforted him while flying the plane. It was a fighter plane. It flew violently and violently, and Fu Ping'an almost got vomited.

The planes are divided into different levels. If the Cessna is a bicycle, then the Boeing 737 is a medium-sized bus, the Airbus A380 is a large channel with articulation, and the fighter is a motorcycle with strong horsepower. Shanying is just a younger brother in this sequence. Even so, it made Fu Ping'an feel excited and excited.

The enemy was outside the wall. After taking off, Lao Wang quickly pulled him back and flew over low altitude. With a command, Fu Ping'an pressed the rocket launch button. He suddenly solved a mystery. He watched military exercises on TV since he was a child. No matter whether it was the J-8th quarterfinals or the Su-27, he always had to launch ground rockets. The reason is very simple. This thing is too spectacular and exciting.

Rockets are not guided weapons, they rely on surface killing. Rockets pop out of the nest and drag their tails like fire dragons to hit the ground. The earth moves, the mountains shake, the fire light soars into the sky, and smoke covers the sky and the sun. Not to mention the power, this momentum alone is enough to shock the enemy.

When the army's light armored troops encountered air force, they were like pork on the chopping board. Don't worry about the M41 tanks and M113 armored vehicles, they were all buns with thin skin and big stuffing. They were just Fu Ping'an's hand tide point. The first round of strafing fire failed, and Lao Wang flew back in a circle. This time, the enemy infantry was solved. Using a navigation cannon to hit the infantry was a bit like a slaughter. The number of shells was limited and it was impossible to achieve the effect of mowing grass. It was enough to shoot dozens of shots.

The mercenaries retreated like a tide, and this battle could not be fought. They did not have surface-to-air missiles or anti-aircraft guns. Not to mention such supersonic fighters, they could not deal with even helicopters when they came.

Fighters mainly attacked enemy convoys on the road, and another round of rockets covered them. After the smoke and dust, the armored vehicles burned and the enemy fled in panic.

The crisis was lifted, the left-behind personnel in the base cheered, and the fighter planes in the air shook their wings to respond.

The female soldiers were extremely excited and hugged each other. Luo Jin also shed tears, but walked to the side alone. No one shared all this.

Passengers in the civil aviation waiting hall heard the explosion and saw the rolling smoke and dust, but did not understand what was going on. However, the otakus crawling in the fields witnessed everything with their own eyes and recorded it on their mobile phones, waiting to resume the Internet speed upload.

A propeller transport plane landed forcibly in the fire of artillery. The air force instructors and some pilots who came back from the plane were the holidays. They flew back to participate in the war after seeing the news of changes in the country in Sabah. Although the number of people was not large, they were all the main forces that could fight. The other three Shanying fighters also urgently loaded ammunition and the armed helicopters took off to war.

Matteo breathed a long sigh and was basically stable.

A squad of armed female soldiers entered the airport to work and gave the passengers a reassurance. Everything was under the control of the government army. It was only a matter of time before the situation was settled. The female soldiers also used loudspeakers to broadcast, so that everyone would not use their mobile phones to surf the Internet, and occupy bandwidth to affect combat.

In addition to hot wars, there are public opinion wars. Matteo C is the main force of public opinion wars. He can stand up to an armored division alone. All kinds of pictures, audio and videos that prove that he is alive and commands the battle are uploaded to the Internet, which is tantamount to the Dinghai Shen Needle.

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Fernandez was anxious. He received several calls from Marquez in succession. The former prime minister was already waiting in Malaysia to return to China to take over the regime, but the matter here was not done well. The armored troops attacked the airport where only female soldiers defended, but they actually became a defeated battle. They were not defeated by the enemy, but defeated by others.

All we can count on now is to muddle the water again. Fernandez used the radio to order to slaughter the Chinese area.

Creating national rifts and laying the foundation for the next step of splitting the country is better than nothing. This is Fernandez's little abacus. He is an ideal and ambitious person, not killing and setting fires for money.

The thugs from Indonesia received instructions to kill people, but in fact they had already let themselves go. Burning, killing, looting and looting are things that come from their genes and do not need any orders at all.

The scene that Chinese people are most worried about for a long time finally appeared. Houses were burned, property was robbed, women and children were slaughtered, and years of accumulation were destroyed. Some people were scared, some were desperate and pessimistic, and some people rose up to resist. The Chinese area had previously formed a defense force and equipped with shotguns. Later, the Lin family and the royal family met with the royal family, thinking that they had security guarantees, so the defense force was disbanded, but these guns were still there.

Scattered resistance appeared, and some Chinese men picked up guns. They were not trained, they could only shoot, and they did not form a team. Instead, they fought each other. The gunshots sounded, and someone fell down. The blood stimulated the beastly nature of the thugs. A man who had been exhausted was ignited by the thugs with gasoline. The fireman fell down a few steps on the street, and a group of thugs cheered and howled.

Lin Wei saw this scene through a telescope. His white military dress was covered with ashes. His ancestor Weng and his grandfather were lying in the hospital. His sister's bones were not cold. All Chinese in Xingmatai were in danger. He had become the leader of the Chinese. The life and death of 50,000 people depended on him.

It is said that Matteo C is still alive, which gave Lin Wei the belief to support him. He was not sure whether the person who tweeted was real Matteo C, but it made everyone think that Matteo C is still alive.

Resist, resist to the death. The lessons of 98 years have made Chinese people smart. It is a knife to stretch their heads, and a knife to shrink them. Why not fight?

Unfortunately, the shotguns were all scattered among the people, and I don’t know how many bullets there are. Lin Wei was trying to find a way, and a servant came to report: “There is someone who claims to be the Chinese Navy, and he has a way to save us.”

"Please!"

The person who came was a Chinese young man in his twenties, with a T-shirt cowboy who could speak Chaozhou dialect, claiming to be a Chinese Navy Lieutenant Sa Zhiyuan and a Star Horse and Taiwan Navy instructor. Now they have a warship in their hands.

"How many people can a warship carry?" This is the question Lin Wei is most concerned about.

"I'm not here to discuss evacuation, but to discuss how to annihilate them," said Sa Zhiyuan.

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The street fighting began, and the Chinese began to resist in an organized manner. The young man drove the back seat of the motorcycle and attacked with gunmen in multiple ways. People holding shotguns also appeared on the roof. The offensive of the thugs weakened, but soon Fernandez sent people to send a large number of weapons. The pickup trucks were filled with guns stolen from the police station and gun shop. The thugs had guns in their hands and were even more courageous.

The thugs pressed step by step, and the Chinese gradually contracted. The last base camp was the Lin family mansion. There was a tall courtyard wall and a solid gate. There were guards with guns on the walls, which could not be attacked for a while. The thugs were also organized. Several of their leaders contacted online and concentrated their troops to attack the Lin family mansion. They told the people below that there were the richest people in Xingmatai living here. The women in the family were as beautiful as flowers and could not even get enough gold and treasures. Thousands of thugs surrounded them from other places, but they only had light weapons and could not be attacked for a while. Among them, a guy who had worked as a mercenary in Syria came up with an idea and hit the gate with a self-destruction truck.

The self-destructing truck was a killer on the Syrian battlefield. Terrorists lacking heavy weapons filled the truck with explosives and found a brainwashed silly boy to be a driver, ramming the fortress and defense lines. Steel plates were welded around the truck, and it was fine to get a few RPGs, but at Xingmatai, there would be no need to find so many explosives in a while, so they could only use the truck to hit it hard.

This is a carnival of mobs. The fun of the thugs is not only burning, killing, robbery, but those are too difficult. In this game, the difficulty will increase slightly, and the fun will rise sharply. Thousands of thugs surrounded the Lin family mansion, and the gunshots inside were already very washed. The thugs stood in groups in three or five in the open space, holding wine bottles in their hands and drinking from time to time. Some were wearing brand new Nike shoes on their feet, some had gold chains hanging around their necks, and some were carrying LCD TVs on their backs. Everyone gained a lot. Next, they were going to rob the home of the richest man in Xingmatai. It was exciting to think about it.

Some people are broadcasting the process of conquering the Lin family's mansion on the Internet, and there are many followers, and there are many scumbags who are praised by them.

At this time, Lloyd's security team had entered the city and was gradually restoring public order. They appeared as liberators, so they would not do those crimes, but they would not interfere in the attack on the Lin family's house, and even the Chinese area would not get involved. They recovered the government building and the police station and sent patrols to protect the residential areas. All of this was broadcast by reporters from the BBC and CNN to the world.

A bulldozer drove over, and the thug found this nearby, controlled the direction, and could break through the Lin family's wall without driving. The bulldozer drove in and out, with a loud bang, the wall collapsed, and the thugs shouted and poured in like a tide.

On the sea three kilometers away, a Fletcher-class destroyer was parked quietly, with five five-inch caliber naval guns aiming at the city. At the same caliber, the power and range of the naval guns were much greater than that of the land guns. At such a close distance, even the old guns from World War II could hit accurately, which was almost equivalent to direct shooting.

A large number of overseas Chinese fled to the coast with their children, so they could feel safe here, because the five-star red flag fluttered in the wind on the mast of the destroyer, which was the flag of the mother country.

"It's China's navy, our navy!" These overseas Chinese are not familiar with this warship that does not appear frequently, and they cannot tell the age of warships. It's enough that they only know the flag.

The target of the naval gun is the Lin family mansion. Sa Zhiyuan has measured it accurately to ensure that the first gun can hit it. As a Chinese soldier, participating in the internal dispute between Star and Horse and Taiwan is a taboo, but he discussed it with Deng He and will not accept the orders of the outside king. Besides, no one can report it at this critical moment. If you do it, this is the bloody man.

The warship was parked in the ship repair yard. Sa Zhiyuan found fifty ship workers to drive the warship. When he took over, the artillery was not dismantled and even the shells were not intact. Now this ship is the most powerful weapon platform of Xingmatai, and it can determine which side the balance is tilted.

Lin Wei watched the demons dancing in his mansion in a tall building. After a century of operation, the mansion was priceless in sandalwood furniture. There were also treasured antiques, calligraphy, gold and jade, luxury car watches, and there were no time to withdraw. Under the fire of artillery, the jade and stones were burned, but he did not feel sorry for his dead sister, his seriously injured great-grandfather and his compatriots who died in 1998.

Sa Zhiyuan's call came from the walkie-talkie: "Sir Lin, I think it's more appropriate for you to order the shelling."

"Okay." Lin Wei agreed. In the telescope, there was a home where I grew up, and countless warm memories came to my heart and turned into heart-wrenching grief.

"Fire the gun!" Lin Wei closed his eyes.

There is only laughter and joy in my ears, and the sound of books is loud.
Chapter completed!