Travel through the Qing Dynasty and become emperor

Chapter 796
Gao Zhihang turned his head and met Fang Boqian's eyes. He quickly explained: "One of our agents was seriously injured. I ordered the helicopter to rescue them without authorization!"

"What?" Fang Boqian was taken aback. "You, you are confused. You actually sent a plane into Iran without my permission!"

"My lord, human life is at stake. Please forgive me for making this order without authorization. If you blame me, I will do everything alone. My lord, I will definitely not implicate everyone." Gao Zhihang has no hesitation in taking all the responsibilities alone .

"Are you responsible for everything? Can you handle it alone? Why didn't you report such a big matter to me?" Fang Boqian continued to reprimand him with a livid face.

"My lord, if I report to you, you will definitely not agree. I can't just stand by and watch our own sacrifices in vain." Gao Zhihang said confidently.

Fang Boqian sighed, and patted Gao Zhihang on the shoulder: "You take the responsibility alone? You can't afford it. The responsibility for this is mine. I asked you to send the plane to rescue people. If something goes wrong, the responsibility lies with me." .”

"My lord? You?" Gao Zhihang was startled suddenly.

"We're all good brothers, and we're going through difficulties together. Don't say it's you today. If it's not you who are more valuable, but me, I will also order to send the plane there. Well, contact them as soon as possible to get their specific location. "Fang Boqian said calmly.

"My lord, I gave the order, you can't." Before Gao Zhihang finished speaking, Fang Boqian interrupted: "You gave the order? I authorized you, don't argue with me."

Gao Zhihang looked gratefully at this chief of staff who was as passionate as him, pouted his mouth, and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he couldn't speak. He could only feel tears rolling in his eyes.

Fang Boqian patted Gao Zhihang on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Brother, I will not let you take responsibility alone. Although we are soldiers, soldiers must abide by military discipline, but human life is at stake, and I would rather Cut first and play later, I will take any responsibility that falls on me."

On the road from Tehran to Surrey, two trucks were speeding ahead, followed by a long line of Iranian military vehicles.

"Boss, the Hurricane has called back, and they have dispatched a plane." An agent reported to Zheng Jiemin.

"Okay, that's great. I knew the navy would never leave us." Zheng Jiemin said happily.

At the Rasht Air Force Base in France, two "Spitfire" fighter jets turned on their night lights, slowly left the ground, rose into the air, and flew in the direction of Tehran.

Four French pilots flew their plane in the dark night sky. The roar of the engine and the sound of the rotor piercing the air intertwined, making a rhythmic "hum". Chewing gum, while starting this pleasant flight action.

"Fernando, our mission this time is very simple. Fly over and smash the engine of the Chinese car with a cannon, and let the ground troops handle the rest." A French pilot said.

"Villefort, I'm afraid that the Chinese may have personal grenades!" said the pilot named Ferdinando.

"You don't need to be afraid of their individual grenade launchers for night operations. They haven't spotted us yet, and our millimeter-wave radar has already spotted them." Villefort said while chewing gum.

"Villefort, be careful, I don't want to lose my life in this damned place." Fernando reminded.

"Don't worry, this task is too simple, just like a target shooting exercise. Don't forget that we are flying the famous Spitfire!" Villefort said confidently.

According to the coordinates provided by the ground, the plane chased after Zheng Jiemin and the others all the way to retreat.

"Target found, sixteen kilometers ahead." A French weapon operator reported.

"Remember, we are not destroying them, we are destroying their engines and forcing them to stop. After they stop, we pay attention to the figure of the person. We will shoot and kill men, but never women." Villefort got off Order.

Two Spitfires roared over the two trucks, the French pilots began to turn their sights, and the cross never left the two trucks.

"Go around and attack the car's engine from the side. Be careful not to blow up the car. The Iranians want us to stay alive." Villefort ordered.

Two Spitfires caught up with the car from the side. The plane turned slowly, and the chain cannon under the belly rotated, aiming at the engine positions of the two trucks.

"Attack!" Villefort spit out gum and gave the order coldly.

"Dong dong dong dong", the two Spitfire fighters each fired two short bursts, and the two black grenades drew an inclination of about 60 degrees in the air, accurately hitting the engine of Zheng Jiemin's car. The French chose Armor-piercing projectiles, not high-explosive projectiles, armor-piercing projectiles are actually not as effective against vehicles without any armor protection as against armored vehicles. Two shells hit the car engine and did not cause an explosion, but the car engine cover was blown away. Going out, the shell hit the engine, and the truck stalled on the side of the road.

"Damn it! There are enemy planes attacking us." Zheng Jiemin shouted.

The agent on the back of the car picked up the Stinger individual grenadier and just aimed at the enemy plane, but was attacked preemptively by the opponent. Several shells pierced his body and tore him to pieces.

"Threat removed, ready to attack." Villefort gave an order to the other pilots.

The two Spitfires hovered in the low sky, and the chain cannons under the belly showed ferocious fangs. As soon as they found a target worthy of their attack, they would not hesitate to pour the shells over.

Both cars had been turned off, and the Iranian and French vehicles chasing behind had already caught up. Seeing that he had nowhere to escape, Zheng Jiemin was very anxious.

"Damn! It seems that something has locked me." A French pilot suddenly let out a scream.

"It's the machine gun, the machine gun is targeting us." The French weapons operator also let out a terrified cry.

"Where is the enemy plane?" Villefort asked.

A French weapons operator replied: "In the air, it seems that the plane locked us."

Before the words were finished, two fire dragons suddenly shot out from behind a black cloud. The dense cannon bullets spit out flames and roared towards a hapless Spitfire.This special anti-attack aircraft cannon attacks the most vulnerable wing part of the Spitfire. Once hit, no matter how powerful the Spitfire is, it will crash.

Two groups of gorgeous fireworks jumped out of the night sky. With two huge explosions, the left wing of the Spitfire was blown off. Like a sparrow with broken wings, the fighter fell heavily to the ground, dragging long black smoke.Because it was not high from the ground, the fighter plane did not explode after it fell, but when the two French pilots were struggling to get out of the wreckage of the plane, several rockets were suddenly fired from the sky, hitting the wreckage of the plane accurately. The explosive ammunition and aviation kerosene burned the two pilots together with the plane to coke!
"It's over, Pierre and the others are over!" Faced with the sudden change, Villefort had no idea at all, and the cheerful and happy feeling just now was gone.

Fernando yelled, "They lost a bet with me, and it looks like the money will never go anywhere."

"I still need money, sit still, we'll talk if we survive." Villefort roared.

The dark Spitfire pulled up and flew towards a big tree. At this time, two rockets were fired from behind quickly. Seeing that the momentum was not good, the Spitfire suddenly lowered its altitude and burrowed into the bushes.

The rocket missed its target and crashed into the woods and exploded into two huge fireballs. "Boom! Boom!"

"Their rockets should have been fired, it's our turn to perform." Villefort pulled up the plane.

The figure of a Black Falcon attack helicopter appeared on the screen of the Spitfire, showing a pale green figure on the screen.Pulling up from behind the tree, Villefort tried to lock on to the helicopter firing the airborne high-explosive grenade, but heard the sound of an aircraft rotor behind him.

The second Black Falcon attack helicopter poked its dark body out from behind the bushes, and the chain cannon under its belly had turned around, aiming at Villefort's Spitfire.

Villefort opened his eyes wide in horror, and exclaimed: "My God, I read it right, right? Could it be the legendary helicopter?"

The attack helicopter that arrived was the Black Falcon helicopter that took off from the Tornado aircraft carrier. The pilot flew close to the sea. The old air defense systems of the Iranian Air Force could not detect the Chinese helicopters entering their territory at ultra-low altitude.

"No!" Villefort hurriedly pulled up the helicopter.

"嗞嗞嗞" There was a burst of machine gun hissing like a cracking silk, and the flying shells passed by the Spitfire. Several of the shells were three meters away from the Spitfire. The proximity fuze took effect, and the fragments "ding" Clanking" hit the armor of the Spitfire, making a crisp metal crash.

Another Black Falcon attack helicopter also turned, and the two helicopters pinched Villefort's Spitfire.Seeing that the situation was not good, Villefort hurriedly fled in the plane.

The goal of the black falcon's mission was not to breathe fire, so it did not continue to chase.

At the same time that two Black Hawk helicopters were attacking the Spitfire, two Black Hawk multipurpose helicopters had arrived in front of the Iranian convoy chasing Chinese agents. Out of two six-barreled machine guns.

With the rhythmic sound of the electric motor, the barrel of the machine gun rotated rapidly, and the hot shell casings rained down on the metal floor in the cabin. Scarlet flames spewed out from the muzzle, and the bullets like flowing water splashed towards the Iranian convoy.

The rapid-fire machine gun with a rate of fire of up to 6000 rounds per minute caused sparks and flesh to fly in the convoy, and the dozen or so Iranian military vehicles rushing ahead suddenly turned over.

(End of this chapter)