I have a wizarding world

Syria, east of Damascus, the battle for the city between the government forces and the rebels has entered a fever pitch.

Inside the city, rebel tanks, armored vehicles, and H1 Humvees crisscross the dilapidated streets, with large numbers of soldiers following alongside the armored units.

Although the rebels possess many advanced armored units, their soldiers are completely unqualified, unable to even perform basic infantry-tank coordination, a chaotic rabble.

Clearly, the tanks and other armored units in the hands of the rebels are all provided by the United States.

On the government side, although they also have Russian-supplied rockets and homemade pickup rocket vehicles, the war situation is almost one-sided in the face of the large number of enemy armored units.

The government army's general headquarters.

The sound of artillery explosions is getting louder and louder, obviously, the enemy is getting closer and closer to the government army's headquarters.

"General Romandi," at this moment, a signalman with a face full of blood rudely pushed open the door of the command room and shouted, "The enemy has just launched another air raid, the front line can't hold on anymore, the Third Armored Division has completely collapsed!"

"What did you say?" Romandi walked around the desk to the signalman, his face full of shock.

The Third Armored Division is the only remaining armored force of the Syrian government army. The previous First and Second Armored Divisions were all crippled by the rebels, or rather, with the assistance of the Anglo-American coalition forces.

Now, even the Third Armored Division has completely collapsed. Without armored units, what capital do they have to fight against the rebels?

"Damn Americans!" Romandi roared, throwing the pen in his hand out fiercely, his face full of grief.

"General," a senior officer next to him approached and whispered, "We have already lost this war, order a retreat!"

"Retreat?" Romandi murmured, "Is there still a way to retreat?"

After saying that, his face was full of颓废.

Jake is a top American pilot, and the fighter he flies is the most famous fighter in the world, the F-22 Raptor, an air superiority fighter known as the world's number one.

Wherever it is, it almost represents that the United States has control of the air.

Jake's mission this time is to cover his own bombers in carrying out bombing missions. To be honest, this mission is not challenging for him at all.

Because neither the Syrian government forces nor the rebels have high-end weapons and equipment such as fighter jets.

The reason why the F-22 appears on the battlefield is only to guard against Russian anti-aircraft missiles.

But in Jake's view, Russian anti-aircraft missiles are nothing more than that. He has dealt with Russian anti-aircraft missiles many times while performing escort bombing missions. He has even destroyed an anti-aircraft missile launch vehicle.

This made him despise the Russian army even more from the bottom of his heart.

"b021, have you found the hedgehog?" A companion's voice came from the radio.

"No discovery, repeat, no discovery. I guess the hedgehogs are hiding in their mother's arms drinking milk."

Jake cracked a joke.

"Hahahaha..."

A burst of laughter came from the radio channel, and Jake also laughed. The entire radio revealed a cheerful atmosphere.

"Ahem, quiet! Quiet!" After joking for a while, a serious voice came from the radio, "b021, report any discoveries at any time!"

"Yes, sir!"

The radio became quiet again.

"Whoosh!"

The F-22 fighter jet streaked across the sky like a phantom, and after a long time, there was a violent sonic boom. Obviously, its cruising speed had exceeded the speed of sound.

Jake was flying the fighter jet when suddenly, the corner of his eye vaguely caught a glimpse of a flash of fire. Then, the flashes of fire became more and more numerous, and soon the entire sky was illuminated.

"Damn it!" Jake was stunned, "What is that? Meteorites?"

"What's wrong, b021?"

Jake heard the voice on the radio and immediately reacted, shouting, "There are large numbers of meteorites falling in the 12 o'clock direction! Repeat, large numbers of meteorites are falling in the 12 o'clock direction!"

Jake roared into the radio! He was reminding the bombers performing the bombing mission to avoid them!

After all, the B2 bomber is much heavier than the F-22 fighter jet.

Sure enough, after hearing Jake's frantic warning, the B2 bomber slightly increased its altitude and began to change course.

Jake then used his superb driving skills to directly stretch, almost using the F-22 fighter to make a 90-degree vertical angle in the air, and quickly turned around and returned.

About ten thousand meters above the ground, a group of T-1 type power armors were free-falling.

Because of the friction of the air, the surface of the mecha lit up with intense fire.

"Sir, there are six F-22 fighter jets and two B2 bombers below!"

A clone soldier's voice suddenly came from the mecha unit's radio channel.

"Ignore them!" The clone officer glanced at the fighter jets below and said lightly.

"Yes, sir!"

After speaking, the radio fell silent again.

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In the U.S. Air Force team performing the bombing mission.

After Jake moved away from that area, he looked at the fire from a distance, thinking in his heart, "What are those things?"

"Report sir!" Jake said to the radio, "b021 requests to approach for observation!"

After a while, a steady voice came from the radio, "Be careful, b021."

"Yes, sir!"

Jake responded, stretched, and quickly turned the F-22 around, flying towards the direction where the "meteorites" landed.

The mecha unit descended lower and lower, and gradually, the outline of the city of Damascus could be seen clearly.

On the radio channel.

"Report sir! An F-22 is approaching us!"

Hearing this, the clone officer glanced at the Raptor driven by Jake and frowned.

After a while, the clone officer responded, "Ignore him! Proceed towards the established target!"

"Yes, sir!"

The clone soldier responded, and the backs of all the T-1 type power armors in the team sprayed out blue fire, and the mecha unit began to decelerate rapidly.

Gradually, the mecha unit's descent speed slowed down, and finally it almost hovered in mid-air.

"Target, the Damascus rebel armored forces, move out!"

"Yes, sir!"

A roar erupted from the mecha unit's radio!

"嗖!" "嗖!" "嗖!..."

Black mechas erupted at supersonic speed and pounced on the rebels!

Jake, who was not far from them, was completely stunned at this time. He looked at the dark T-1 type power armor in the air and could hardly speak completely, "Re report, report to headquarters!"

Jake said tremblingly into the radio.

"What's wrong? B021."

"Not meteorites! Repeat, not meteorites!" Jake heard the question on the radio and quickly came back to his senses.

"What is it then?"

"It it's aliens!"

"What?!"

A surprised and inexplicable voice came from the radio.