"Groundhog, how are you feeling?"
After confirming that the crisis had been resolved, Xia Yu asked Rudolph, who was sitting in the front seat.
"It's alright, but flying an attack helicopter is really not easy. I will definitely give my pilots a raise in the future."
Understanding what Mr. Huang the weasel was asking, the marmot quickly replied.
He gave the crew members a raise, indicating that he was not competitive and would not rush to the front lines of the battlefield to show off.
"It would be best if you could understand this principle. CJNJ can get medium-range air defense missiles, and other drug cartel groups can too. They don't buy them simply because they don't need them. But only when they get hurt will they realize that some money cannot be saved."
Xia Yu gave Rudolf a lesson.
"This has fueled an arms race among civilians to some extent, so if we cannot reach the equipment level required for concentrated fire defense, we must be prepared to fight a war of attrition."
Who to consume
Of course, it's the staff and equipment. The rebirth of an old Tiger was achieved by sacrificing a new Tiger. The Longbow Cross Deer was even more expensive.
Its overall combat capability is inferior to their mass-produced improved version—the Female Falcon. As long as the enemy is willing to invest heavily, it is only a matter of time before it is destroyed.
So the situation has returned to the exchange ratio of conventional warfare. It is said that a merciful person cannot command an army, and a righteous person cannot manage finances. In essence, combat-oriented PMC companies are an industry that exchanges human lives and equipment for money. It's just that Focused Fire Defense is an oddity with a different approach.
For mercenaries who aren't even contractors, the casualties are even more brutal; in every battle, some fall behind.
The guys who were operating the two anti-aircraft positions for Elmenjohn were wiped out along with their equipment.
But wait, besides the two positions destroyed by the Cold-Headed Bird and White-Headed Eagle crews, the Fire-Gathering crew also sounded the alarm.
Yes, most anti-ship missiles, except for a few supersonic anti-ship missiles like the Bastion-P and YJ-12, are subsonic.
The maximum speed of Uranus, such as KH-35, is only 1100 km/h, which translates to Mach 0.9.
So after Elmenjohn gave the order to act, the CJNJ elite force, at an anti-ship missile site in the jungle off the coast of Michoacán, launched eight Uranus missiles in one go from two quadruple launchers.
These old anti-ship missiles scurried away from their launch units, their folding tail rudders automatically unfolded, and they adjusted their flight attitude to descend to a height of 20 meters before "leisurely" heading towards the sea.
Being unable to break the sound barrier is considered slow in the missile world, which explains why videos of fighter jets escorting Tomahawk cruise missiles have surfaced.
However, if we fly like this, it would take six or seven minutes, including the acceleration boost phase, to reach the location of the Jihuo satellite, which is 105 kilometers away.
However, the battle between the Longbow Cross Deer, the Xila Falcon, and the two medium-range air defense missile sites was decided in less than three minutes.
Further back, while Xia Yu was giving Rudolf his lesson, the eight KH-35 Uranus active radar seekers were activated one after another to search for the target when it was still 48 kilometers away from the target, having completed half of the flight using inertial guidance.
Its flight altitude has also dropped further to only 5 meters above the sea surface, the height of this flying fish after leaping out of the sea.
"Beep beep beep"
In addition to the fire control radar, eight more cruise missile radar lock signals were detected, and the alarm became increasingly urgent.
Zhao Yanshou was in a panic upon hearing this news. If Xia Yu hadn't upgraded the Resilient-class warship after acquiring it and had only used the original air defense system, they and their ship would probably have perished here today.
However, their boss, Mr. Huang, suffers from a phobia of insufficient firepower and spares no expense in increasing the combat capability of a dock landing ship to the standard of a heavy frigate.
In that case, there's nothing more to say, just get to work.
Facing eight KH-35 Uran missiles approaching menacingly from tens of kilometers away, the first to respond on the Jihuo ship, which lacked vertical launch units, was an eight-cell Red Rattlesnake naval gun positioned directly behind the 76mm Oto Melara gun and in front of the 11-barrel close-in weapon system.
Xia Yu originally thought that close-in weapon systems (CIWS) would be enough, but the dock landing ship has a tonnage advantage, and there is still room on the ship after installing two CIWS systems.
Without a doubt, if there's space, we'll cramm in another air defense missile system. He immediately took a liking to the veteran FM-90(N) and installed an eight-cell launcher right away.
It's been over a year since Xia Yu got his hands on it, but he hasn't used it at all. He usually just covers it with a rainproof tarpaulin and doesn't show it off. It wasn't until this deployment in the Eastern Pacific that it finally had a chance to be seen.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
Just as the two KH-35 Uran missiles launched from the two launch vehicles entered the 20-kilometer range of the Jihuo missile, four Red Sea Rattlesnake missiles darted away from the launch unit and intercepted the sea-skimming anti-ship missile with parabolic trajectories.
"Boom boom boom boom"
A series of flashes appeared 12 kilometers apart, and the number of flying targets on the radar screen decreased from eight to six.
However, the two shots in the second round were closer to the concentrated fire unit after passing through the flames.
"Knock knock knock"
The Oto Melara 76mm naval gun followed up with a frantic barrage of shells, just as seven or eight MOM-type proximity fuse pre-fragmented shells and two anti-ship missiles were about to pass each other.
"Boom!"
Tens of thousands of pre-formed tungsten blocks bombarded the two KH-35 Uranus missiles, disturbing their flight attitude and causing them to become unstable and explode.
This is also the limit of the original Endurance-class air defense system. Relying solely on the Oto Melara 76mm naval gun, they can only intercept two or three anti-ship missiles at most.
However, the upgraded and completely redesigned Jihuo-class air defense system has created a unique triple composite air defense system for the PMSC, covering long, medium, and short ranges.
So let alone eight anti-ship missiles, they could handle even more.
"Knock knock knock"
The ship's guns continued firing, but this time they only intercepted one of the third rounds. The other one, along with the two KH-35 Uranus missiles from the fourth round, penetrated the core defense perimeter of the Jihuo ship in a triangular formation.
"Woo"
At close range, the electro-optical ball and fire control radar of the two close-in weapon systems jointly locked onto the target and automatically made allocations.
"beep"
One 11-barreled close-in weapon system and two 7-barreled close-in weapon systems, which began to accelerate their rotation under electric power, roared at the same time.
"Boom!"
The barrage composed of three 30mm steel needles struck the last three anti-ship missiles, and all targets were successfully intercepted by the triple composite air defense system.
At this moment, the eight-cell Red Sea Rattlesnake gun still had four rounds left, the Oto Melara 76mm naval gun had plenty of ammunition, and the 11-barrel close-in weapon system and the export version of the twin 7-barrel close-in weapon system with dual drum magazines on both sides still had half of their ammunition left.
Even if the enemy launches another round of eight anti-ship missiles, Lao Zhao and his team can withstand it.
It's a pity that it's gone. This youth version of the Neptune system only had two launch vehicles, and now there really aren't any more.
At this point, the offensive and defensive strategies officially shifted. The hangar doors of the Jihuo ship were raised, and the Sea Harriers, fully loaded with ammunition, were pushed onto the flight deck. The Fruit Bats, which had been waiting for a long time, took off and flew directly to the location locked by the ship's radar.
David arrived before him; his F-16C was over Michoacán, jettisoning its external fuel tanks and firing off most of its munitions. The Bald Eagle crew then took off with afterburners and headed straight for the coast.
"call out"
With less than 100 kilometers in the airspace from the radar signal source, David launched the last AGM-88C, completely clearing the pylon.
"Boom!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, the Minilar 0.5 vehicle-mounted beyond-line-of-sight radar was destroyed in a single shot.
While they were still wondering how the missile launch crew, whose eight missiles hadn't even hit their targets, were disappearing one by one, they too were taken away by the explosion.
The only lucky ones were those in the two launch vehicles that were further away. They witnessed the tragic state of the command team, and they all jumped off the vehicles and ran into the depths of the dense forest without looking back.
The good news was that no explosions were heard after several minutes; the enemy had run out of ammunition. *Buzz*
What does it matter if there's no ammunition? David still has a machine gun for dogfights, and he doesn't want to take a single bullet home tonight.
Upon arriving at the scene, Xila Falcon swooped down, and the M61A1 cannon at the base of its left wing unleashed a torrent of ammunition at a firing vehicle that had missed its target. 20mm shells rained down on the target.
"boom"
There was no explosion, but the heavy truck platform was directly hit and burst into flames.
"Knock knock knock"
The fruit bats that arrived just in time saw that their meat had been stolen, so they promptly unleashed a barrage of shells at another launcher.
"boom"
The high-explosive bomb ignited the fuel tank, and the fire grew rapidly in the wind.
"Buddy, you're late."
David turned on the radio and greeted Fruit Bat.
"Haha, there's an old Chinese saying that goes, 'A good show is worth waiting for.' Buddy, you're out of ammo, aren't you?"
The fruit bat waved the ammunition loaded under its wings at the other side.
"I'm out of ammo, but you're running low on fuel too! You'd better hurry."
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged several sarcastic remarks.
Since becoming wealthy, David feels increasingly distant from his former colleagues, but what he misses most are the days when he was in his twenties and thirties, bragging and swearing.
Unfortunately, the class system on the ground is very rigid, and only in this brief moment in the sky can he find the feeling of his youth.
"Then you'd better watch out, this is what a rocket-propelled grenade killer is."
Fruit Bat piloted the Harrier and swooped down in the direction the CJNJ elite troops had fled.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
The two 19-tube rocket pods on the underwing pylons launched a 70mm Hydra unguided rocket.
"Boom boom boom boom"
In a series of explosions, the militants who were trying to escape were eliminated one by one.
Even if they weren't killed instantly by the explosion, they would be injured and rendered unable to move, leaving them only to lie in the jungle waiting to die.
"Amazing, incredibly amazing! How many rockets did you fire?"
After running out of ammunition, David, who could only fly alongside, couldn't help but admire the other party.
He didn't train much in rocket-propelled grenades, and his scores were consistently low during his service. However, I heard that they're now training on guided rockets, so he'll definitely be accurate with that.
"We don't fire many of these 70mm caliber rounds; there are only about six or seven hundred in total."
Guo Fu modestly said that he still shoots mostly with 90mm lenses, and over the past ten years, he has definitely earned four figures.
However, back then it was all target practice. I only used about a hundred rounds in the concentrated fire defense to get used to the feel of the gun. The rest was all real combat.
"Beep beep beep"
After clearing out the small fish, before I could even chat with the guy called Bald Eagle, the sea harrier's fuel alarm went off.
"I have to go now. Let's talk again another time."
The fruit bat flapped its wings and reluctantly took its own flight, while David still had half a tank of fuel left, but it was certain he wouldn't be able to fly back to the United States.
There was no other way but to land directly at Moxi's air force base, since Xia Yu still owed Moxi a big meal.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
"Knock knock knock"
At this moment, Xia Yu and Lao Han are still bombarding the "false target" with heavy fire. The concentrated fire defense is taking the initiative to attack tonight, which is indeed to lure the snake out of its hole.
But once the real objective is taken care of, taking down the two strongholds in one fell swoop is just a matter of course.
Their company culture also discourages returning with ammunition; emptying the racks saves a lot of trouble!
Only Elmenjo, under the protection of the special forces' top command, fled in panic, fearing he would be mistaken for a common soldier and shot.
Although no one has shared their experience, the experience of using a 30mm autocannon must not be pleasant.
He lost. He lost completely tonight. Was that Sherlock some kind of monster?
Old Ai felt like he was completely seen through by the other party, who knew exactly how he would react.
Or to put it another way, tonight is a trap, with the defenses focused on him waiting to make their move, and then wiping out all the schemes he's devised.
This was not a contest of equals. No wonder a respectable man like Vlad didn't utter a sound after being humiliated; he truly knew his own limitations.
To deal with such an opponent, it must be a regular army, and it must be the regular army of a military power. With CJNJ's strength, they can only bully Moxi's military. They simply cannot win a concentrated attack.
Unfortunately, he realized this too late. Tonight, another few hundred people left, and the group's strength has further declined.
If they continue to suffer losses like this, they might be able to overwhelm CDS from the branch level, and even if CJNJ mobilizes all its forces, they still won't be able to defeat those Sinaloa people.
This can't go on any longer. If we lose face, so be it!
As long as he remains the leader, CJNJ still has a chance to return to its peak. Everything will be decided after Jihuo Defense leaves Moxi.
Elmenjoy knew that if he didn't maintain his strategic focus now, his competitors would be reaping the benefits, and he didn't want to help anyone else succeed.
However, his plan had a fatal flaw: while the concentrated fire defense in Mexico was indeed a short-term deployment of about a quarter, the local PMC company, in which Xia Yu held shares, would always be operating on home ground.
To eliminate any future concerns, the Marquez father and son will prioritize cracking down on the remnants of CJNJ.
In any case, Elmenjohn has no chance to make a comeback.
This is a classic case of "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down." His arrogance led to CJNJ's success, but it also resulted in the terrible situation we see today.
Why even mention kingofmexico? If they had retired from the scene earlier, things wouldn't have turned out like this.
After changing modes of transportation along the way, it wasn't until dawn that Old Ai finally returned to his shelter, and his heart, which had been pounding in his chest, finally settled down.
Now only the cave can give him a sense of security; before the concentrated fire defenses evacuate Moxi, everything outside is too dangerous.
"Beep beep beep"
The sudden ringing startled Elmenjohn; it was the encrypted satellite phone.
"Elmenjo, what did you do last night?"
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