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Text Chapter 1739 The Price of Provocation

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    Ivan complained: "Okay, hurry up and send the data to those damn yellow-skinned monkeys, we are going home. No, damn, there is not enough fuel. We have to land at the Philippine Air Force Base and add fuel."

    Kobe's voice came: "No, Ivan, we are not going back. Don't you think it's boring for us to fly across the ocean, come here and just go back?"

    Ivan said helplessly: "Kobe, don't cause trouble. The mission is completed and we must return."

    "Nonono!" Kobe said with a laugh, "Ivan, I want to go down and say hello to them." After saying that, he lowered the joystick and the plane began to descend to 600 meters, 500 meters, and 300 meters. For SR-71 high-altitude reconnaissance  For a plane, such a height is already quite dangerous. The huge fuselage flew over the dense jungle, bringing up strong air currents that made the trees below bow their heads and sway.  It's like a nearly 100-meter-long navigation strip left behind by a giant ship sailing in the sea, with rolling blue waves.

    Ivan cursed fiercely, "You damn bastard." With a swing of the joystick, SR-71 slid out of a semicircular arc in the air, circled to the right side of Kobe, and followed closely.

    At this time, 25 kilometers deep in the jungle of Jolo Island, the 6th Infantry Division was ready. The camouflage nets of 8 55mm howitzers and 35 105mm artillery guns had been lifted, revealing their ferocious appearance.

    There were bright lights in a field tent. Guihu stood in front of the conference table and looked down at the map. Melka, commander of the Eastern Mindanao Military Region, stood beside Guihu. He looked calm on the surface, but was extremely excited inside.  He had been waiting for this day for a long time. He had secretly persuaded his brother-in-law Santos to launch a coup before, but was severely punished by Santos, which made him dare not mention it again, but the idea never disappeared in his heart.  On the contrary, it becomes more and more intense as time goes by.  Just when he was thinking about how to persuade Santos, he didn't expect an opportunity to come to his door. Santos contacted him secretly and used the hostage incident to mobilize troops to launch a coup.

    "Report!" A signal soldier came in with a document, "General, the Abu Sayyaf armed base has been found." After speaking, he handed the document to Melka.

    Melka took it and looked at it. It was full of high-definition photos, and then pointed at the map: "The terrorist base is here, southeast of us, about fifteen kilometers away."

    Ghost Fox looked at Honeck, the captain of the U.S. anti-terrorism force who was sitting on the side and playing with a pistol: "Colonel, I wish you good luck."

    Honeck raised his head arrogantly, glanced at the map, then stood up and walked out: "As long as you don't hold us back, I will definitely have good luck." Honeck looked down on the Filipino soldiers from the bottom of his heart.  Even Santos, the top military leader, didn't take him seriously, so what he said was not polite at all.

    Melka looked at Honeck's disappearing figure and said angrily: "Damn Yankee, you are still so arrogant when you are about to die."

    The corner of the ghost fox's mouth curled up, revealing a subtle smile: "Melka!"

    "Here we come!" Melka stood at attention.

    The ghost fox said: "Are you ready?"

    Melka said: "We will be able to control the Eastern Mindanao Command before dawn. The First Rapid Reaction Battalion has secretly arrived in Manila. As long as we give the order, they will immediately launch an attack on Malaca?ang Palace." Speaking of this, Mei  Erka could no longer conceal her inner excitement and waved her fist in her right hand hard in the air.  As long as Malaca?ang is captured and Aguino is captured, his dream will come true.  Although Santos is here, the position of President of the Philippines will definitely not fall into his hands, but the feeling of holding power when one person is less than ten thousand people also makes him excited.

    The ghost fox sighed inwardly. No wonder the government troops were helpless against the anti-government armed forces. A battalion of troops was mobilized and reached the capital without attracting attention. It must be said that the Philippine government and troops are rotten to the core.

    The alarm suddenly sounded at the Abu Sayyaf armed base, and the roar of aircraft engines could be heard.

    Abu Sayyaf stared at the radar and said with a livid face: "Damn bastards, what do they want to do?"

    A staff officer said: "General, they have been flying at ultra-low altitudes at our base for three weeks. They are obviously provocative."

    Abu Sayyaf smiled coldly: "Immediately order the anti-aircraft artillery to shoot down those two flies."

    Dosa and Marcos were lying on the ground, watching the two huge reconnaissance planes flying majestically above their heads. Dosa grabbed the ka beside him and raised it to shoot, but Marcos held him down.

    "Don't move!"

    Dosa said angrily: "Are we just going to watch these damn Americans showing off their power above our heads?"

    horseKos shook his head: "We have set a trap, and your shooting may ruin our plan."

    The bonfire was still burning, and the men and women all looked up at the SR-71 that had disappeared in the sky. Although the plane was no longer visible, the roar of the engine could still be heard, and the sound became louder and louder. They knew those two  The damn reconnaissance plane is back again.

    Kobe laughed loudly: "Ivan, did you see it? Those yellow-skinned monkeys were scared to death. They had guns in their hands, why didn't they shoot?"

    Ivan was helpless and just about to speak, when suddenly pieces of fire burst out from the ground, and dense artillery shells and anti-aircraft machine gun bullets pierced the night sky, bringing with them waves of sharp roars and flying into the sky with trajectories visible to the naked eye.

    "Damn it!" Ivan cursed, his face turned pale, and when he pulled the joystick, the fuselage rushed upward at a steep angle, instantly rising to an altitude of 2,500 meters, with Kobe following closely behind.  Kobe's horrified scream came from the headset, "I've been shot!"

    Ivan felt the sky and the earth shake, and the fuselage shook violently. Then below him, he saw the wings of the reconnaissance plane piloted by Kobe burst into flames, and the screams of broken metal were heard.  Terrifying chopping sounds came one after another, sounding like a huge chain saw cutting the metal apart, and large pieces of flaming smoke and debris flew across the sky.

    Ivan clung to the joystick in horror, feeling every impact.  The system operator screamed in panic.  The harsh and shattering sound stopped, but a thick black fragment rushed towards the cockpit, which was the nose of the reconnaissance plane driven by Kobe Bryant.

    Ivan roared and moved the control stick with all his strength. The fuselage tilted sharply to the left. The nose of the plane flew close to the fuselage. The fuselage shook violently again. He could clearly hear the violent friction.  sound.  Then another large piece of black debris billowed upward and flew across the windshield. It was the fiberglass nose cone.  The system operator screamed and shrank into a ball.

    "boom!"

    With a loud bang, the fiberglass nose cone hit the left wing of the fuselage hard, the pressure chamber was pierced, and there were bursts of harsh decompression sounds and engine rumbles.  The nose of the plane suddenly rose up uncontrollably, the left wing tilted sharply down, the entire fuselage rattled and shook violently, and strong airflow rushed in all directions.

    The system operator shouted in fear: "Oh my God, Ivan, hurry up and parachute, the plane is going to crash."

    "Shut up, you bastard." Ivan roared, and suddenly there was a loud bang from the left wing.  The fuselage vibrated violently, like driving through a bumpy country road.  The plane fell rapidly. Ivan instinctively turned the control stick to the right and pressed the rudder pedal with his foot.  The plane kept tilting to the left, and its nose dropped like a stone.

    Ivan glanced at the gyroscope, and saw that the tilt angle had exceeded ninety degrees. His stomach churned, and he felt that death was imminent.  Even though Ivan tried his best to control it, it was to no avail.  But if you were to skydive, you would still have a narrow escape in this vast primitive jungle.

    Ivan looked up and saw half of the fuselage flying past his eyes, with flames and black smoke coming out, and two gray-white images that looked like parachutes sliding across the sky.  He knew that it must be Kobe and the system operator who parachuted, and he couldn't help but curse.

    "Kobe, you bastard, if it weren't for you, how could we have been attacked."

    But this is reality, not a movie. The entire plane fell straight to the ground like Kobe's half of the fuselage. It was not flying at all.  It's your worst nightmare, but it's so real.  The dive angle became steeper and steeper, the airspeed soared, and the sharp sound of air flow penetrated the pressure cabin.  The tilt angle was over one hundred and thirty degrees, and the nose of the aircraft was fifty degrees below the horizontal.  If you don't think of a way to balance the fuselage and pull up the nose of the plane, the entire fuselage will start to roll, and there will be no recovery.

    I can handle the crisis and I will fight to the end.  Reason gradually overcomes fear, Ivan kept reminding himself.  The fuselage tilted severely to the left, and the nose of the aircraft fell all the way. Now we need to turn the aileron and rudder fully to the left while preventing the aircraft from rolling.  The vertical speed indicator has reached the highest point of six thousand feet per minute, which has exceeded the limit of the fuselage design, but the terrible decline continues

    Ivan muttered: "Increase the air buoyancy on the ailerons, yes, increase the air buoyancy on the ailerons, balance the fuselagebalance the wings, yes, that's it, Ivan, you can do it,  It will definitely work pull back the joystick and you will definitely be able to escape during the fall."

    Very slowly, the plane gradually slid to the right. Ivan's mouth was dry and his body was tense. He stared out of the cockpit window, trying to remember the flight training he had received in the military academy.  Just when the plane fell to an altitude of more than 400 meters, the wings gradually turned to balance, the gyroscope returned to normal and stopped falling.

    Just when Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, bursts of fire broke out from the ground again. Ivan's pupils shrank sharply and he quickly turned on the engine afterburner., the engine roared and produced huge thrust, the huge fuselage shook violently, making a terrible clicking sound, rushed into the sky at more than twice the speed of sound, and disappeared into the night sky with billowing smoke.

    The system operator screamed: "Ivan, Ivan, we are out of the enemy's anti-aircraft fire coverage area. Slow down quickly. The pressure chamber has been smashed. At this speed, it will disintegrate at any time."

    The plane was shaking more and more violently, like a boat sailing in a storm, bumping and shaking wildly, and the terrible rattling sound was getting louder and louder.

    Ivan also knew that the plane would soon disintegrate if this continued, so he slowly retracted the throttle and the flight speed dropped.

    "Comerford, quickly use the radio to call for help. Help! Help! We need to make an emergency landing." Ivan roared.

    At this time, Yang Luo had already sneaked into Quezon City. The van stopped at the edge of a pine forest. Yang Luo opened the door and got out of the car, then shook his head, and there was a crisp sound in his tibia.

    Dan Enen sat in the car, typing on the keyboard with his hands, and a three-dimensional map was displayed on the screen.

    "Yang Luo, according to the address provided by Alowali, the so-called Nangong Villa is deep in this pine forest."
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