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Chapter 291 Chapter 293: Battle of India
Just as Lin Feng finished giving his orders, the Arjun tank a thousand meters away opened fire at the same time.

Boom, boom...

When Lin Feng saw it in his mind, he was startled, and at the same time cursed secretly, damn it!

These Indians are really not polite at all, yes, they have reached this level, there is no need to be polite.

The speed at which the tank gun pops out is 500 meters per second, so it doesn't take a second for the gun to hit the Paramount Marauder after it pops out.

It was impossible for the car to dodge. Lin Feng's mind was at its peak at this time. In less than half a second, two bullets appeared directly in front of the two shells.

rumbling...

The smoke and dust filled the air, and the two shells exploded halfway. No one knew the reason, and at such a speed, they couldn't see what happened.

This is not an armor-piercing projectile, but a fuze-triggered projectile. Therefore, Lin Feng's two bullets blocked the front of the projectile and triggered the fuze of the projectile, detonating the projectile.

"Fire, fuck the fuck..."

Lin Feng cursed angrily, Zhao Bin heard the words, and the heavy machine guns began to shoot at the front, and the fierce exchange of fire ignited in an instant.

At this time, the American drones in the air, the Chinese drones, and India's own drones all sent out the pictures of the exchange of fire.

At this time, the Indian Air Force's fighter jets, air strikes came unexpectedly.

Three air-to-surface missiles fired one after another, dragging their tail flames and heading straight for the slow-moving Paramount Predator. Lin Feng's will was used again, and he couldn't worry too much about the critical moment of life and death.

I hope no one will find out the clues!

Fortunately, the sky is not bright yet, the three rockets fired by the mind controller directly damaged the tail deflector of the rocket, making it impossible to adjust the direction of the rocket, and then the rocket was changed by Lin Feng.

Go straight to the two tanks in front, rumbling...

The violent explosion caused the two tanks to be filled with fireworks in an instant. Others didn't know what was going on with the tanks, but Lin Feng could see clearly with his mind.

The two tanks were completely paralyzed by the bombing, and fire broke out inside, and the personnel in them crawled out screaming.

Taking advantage of the smoke, Lin Feng moved the two tanks slightly to open a gap.

The Indian Air Force hit its own tank. This scene is also surprising. Among the US Pacific Command, many people laughed when they saw the scene. India has always been like this, which makes people laugh and cry.

The Indian Air Force is still so unreliable!
In China, Du Zhenshan and the others were also speechless, but Du Zhenshan breathed a sigh of relief. He was also sweating when he saw a fighter jet launching an air-to-ground missile just now.

However, the United States and China will not spread these pictures of drones, but the reporters who chased them overnight, hiding in the distance, took a clear picture. Such explosive news, reporters who are not afraid of death, How could it be missed.

Big event, absolutely big event.

Therefore, the journalists who got the news rushed to Fazierga, and there were several satellite broadcast vehicles parked just one kilometer away from Lin Feng's Paramount Marauder.

At this time, the Paramount Predator suddenly stopped, Lin Feng replaced Brother Jun, he drove, and Brother Jun went to shoot and fight.

With thoughts, Lin Feng can also see everything in front of him clearly, so he can't waste it here anymore.

If you continue to consume it, you will really not be able to leave.

After Lin Feng was done, he shouted, "Come on, shoot me hard, suppress the opponent's firepower."

The engine of the Paramount Predator began to roar, and suddenly, it rushed out, and the speed became faster and faster.

The opponent's firepower was fierce, and the front windshield of the Paramount Predator was already scratched. Although the bulletproof glass was very effective, Lin Feng and others knew that they couldn't help being shot for a long time.

At this time, the entire body was full of potholes and bullet craters.

Everyone in the car looked dignified, knowing that they had reached a dead end, Zhao Bin's heavy machine gun did not stop, suppressing the opponent's firepower, Brother Jun also quickly found the shooting port, and began to shoot at the front bunker.

Now I don't want to hurt people, I just want to suppress the firepower so that I can rush over.

In the air, the second wave of attacks by fighter jets also came. They still fired air-to-ground missiles, because there were their own people on the ground, and the heavy machine guns of the fighter jets did not dare to straf.

Air-to-ground missiles can blow up their own tanks, heavy machine guns can fire, and they don't know how many of their own people will be killed.

However, the distance was so close that the Paramount Marauder quickly rushed into the smoke. Lin Feng followed the same pattern while driving, and similarly flew several air-to-surface missiles towards the bunkers on both sides under control. go.

rumbling...

There was another series of explosions, but they were their own people. Seeing this scene, an officer in the Indian Air Force Command was furious and scolded everyone.

It's so embarrassing. The fighter jets attacked twice, but they were all their own people, as if they were helping these people escape.

"Gao Jun, give the bazooka to Zhao Bin, and when the fighter jets come over, give me a fight..."

Lin Feng shouted frantically while driving.

He is also completely crazy at this time, this is the passion he needs, fighting, fighting again, without any scruples, and doing his own way.

Yes, at this moment, Lin Feng's mentality began to change again.

However, Brother Jun and the others were stunned. Haven't you heard that a rocket launcher can also fight a fighter jet?

It's okay to play a helicopter, but it's a bad brain to play a fighter jet!
However, since it was ordered by Lin Feng, they didn't care about questioning whether his head was broken. Brother Jun handed a bazooka to Zhao Bin. Zhao Bin let go of the heavy machine gun, resisted the bazooka, looked up at the sky, and waited for the fighter jets to roar And pass.

At this time, the Paramount Predator had already rushed through the roadblock and was madly heading towards the small town of Fazirga.

And the sky began to really brighten, and they were not far from the India-Pakistan border.

After passing through the small town of Fazirga, we will soon reach the border.

At this time, the fighter jet turned and caught up this time. This time the fighter jet no longer used air-to-surface missiles, but skimmed at low altitude. The heavy machine gun chased after the Paramount Marauder and began to shoot.

The heavy machine gun of the fighter jet has a very large caliber, and the Paramount Marauder cannot stop it at all. Just look at the smoke and dust rising from the back of the car due to the shooting of the fighter jet, and you will know how powerful it is.

The roads have been destroyed, not to mention a tank, even a tank can't withstand the heavy machine gun of a fighter plane, and it can penetrate a ten-centimeter steel plate.

Lin Feng watched the back quietly without changing the direction of the car, and Zhao Bin, half of his body exposed on the roof of the car, had already aimed the bazooka at the fighter jet that was coming quickly from behind.

Just when the bullet was firing all the way, and it was about to hit the rear of the car, Lin Feng shouted loudly, "Zhao Bin, fire."

After shouting, Lin Feng gave direction, the car changed lanes instantly, and two streams of bullets and dust swept past the side of the car.

At this time, Zhao Bin's bazooka sprayed flames, and a rocket exploded out, rising into the sky. Just in time, the fighter jet also flew over the car at high speed. Lin Feng stared at it mentally, knowing the speed of the rocket, Can't keep up with fighter jets.

However, it can be accelerated with intention, so the rocket hit the fighter's belly very accurately.

There was another violent explosion in the air, and the fighter jet rolled and fell to the side of the road ahead.

All the people who saw this scene were stunned. They couldn't believe it. These people actually shot down a fighter jet. It's fucking unscientific!
At the Indian Air Force Command, the angry officer sat down very dispirited, a little distraught, and whispered orders for the other fighter jets to stop chasing.

The fighter can't afford to lose again, and this time, the face has been lost.

(End of this chapter)