"Damn it! Their eyes are in the sky!"
Ferrari pounded his fist on the table as the casualty numbers and equipnt loss curve for their own forces on the screen climbed sharply.
With the support of British satellites and data links, Lumar's armored units exerted several tis their attack power.
"We are at a disadvantage this way!"
Lumar's armored group, under the cover of precise artillery fire, began rolling over the frontline positions like a torrent of steel, and the flanking defense line carefully constructed in the ambush ring was in jeopardy, with casualty numbers skyrocketing.
Several governnt army BTR armored vehicles were precisely targeted by anti-tank missiles, turning into burning torches.
An anti-tank missile team, using rocks for cover along with their RPG launchers, was blown into the air by a shell that hit directly.
Just as the defensive line was about to collapse, Song Heping's eyes were bloodshot, ready to order the reserves into this at grinder at this critical mont—
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
The satellite phone that Song Heping carried with him, which was encrypted multiple tis, emitted an urgent and unique buzz!
This sound was like heaven-sent music!
This was the call he had been waiting for!
Song Heping didn't hesitate for a mont, connecting with lightning speed: "Captain, speak!"
"Kid!"
A deep and swift voice ca through, processed with complex jamming techniques; it was Lei Ming!
"The 'skylight' has been opened for you! Connect to bus port: XXXXX. Access key: 'Heavenly Eye'! Bandwidth is limited, overhead ti window fifteen minutes! It will let you see the Jackal's fangs! Act fast!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lei Ming didn't say another word, and the communication was instantly cut off.
"Henry! Highest authority! Connect imdiately!"
Song Heping shouted at Henry, repeating the information he had just received.
"Roger that!"
Henry's fingers beca a blur, frantically operating on the dedicated tactical terminal.
A few seconds later, the screen flashed suddenly, presenting a simple black interface, followed by high-resolution, near-real-ti satellite overview images clearly displayed!
The entire rift battlefield, especially the movents of Lumar's counterattack troops, artillery positions, and those SAS teams lurking like Poison Snakes in hidden corners for laser targeting guidance, were all in plain view!
"Found them!" Henry's voice was filled with elation, "Lumar's heavy artillery group! Coordinates XX! Two howitzer companies! And SAS guidance teams, on the reverse slopes at three o'clock ridge direction, two places! One at the eleven o'clock river valley bend!"
"Imdiately order the governnt army's artillery group to concentrate all remaining artillery fire on these coordinates! Bomb them silent for !"
Song Heping's voice was like an unsheathed blade, precisely targeting the deadly objectives on the screen.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
The remaining Soviet-made M46 130mm cannons of the governnt army let out a belated roar!
As artillery that was widely disseminated in Africa during the Cold War, this gun has a range of over 27 kiloters and uses towed mobility, making it very suitable for use in most of Africa's terrain.
Under the precise guidance of the 'Heavenly Eye' satellite imagery, shells fiercely struck Lumar's artillery positions and the hiding spots of the SAS guidance teams!
Violent explosions and flas instantly engulfed the target area!
Lumar's fierce artillery support was abruptly halted!
Without accurate guidance, the montum of Lumar's armored group charge obviously faltered, becoming blind and chaotic.
anwhile, the battle in the sky also reached a fever pitch.
Four "Typhoon" jets, thanks to their excellent maneuverability and electronic warfare capabilities, continuously evaded the first and second waves of SAM-6 missile interceptions.
It must be said that although Great Britain has declined sowhat, their Royal Air Force pilots' skills and ntal fortitude are top-notch.
"Ferrari! Staggered interception! Segntal attack! C-group missiles, delay launch by three seconds! B-group, block their escape routes for ! Listen, as long as the British are hit with one aircraft, rember, as long as one aircraft is hit! They will definitely retreat! They can't afford this risk!"
Song Heping stared at the radar screen, calmly giving orders.
The 4 "Typhoon" jets only need to get into attack position, and his already heavily pressured defensive line is sure to be breached.
Now, Song Heping was gambling!
While the British possessed strong air superiority and satellite assistance,
they weren't without weaknesses.
Their weakness was their will to fight.
He dares to go all-in.
But they don't dare!
He's betting on the 'Musician' defense company, and even if this battle is lost, at worst, he can retreat to Darfur, or even leave Africa and return to South Arica.
But if the British lose this round, as long as one "Typhoon" gets shot down, what they lose is an entire nation's interests!
He can afford to lose, but the British cannot, and the old lady on the Q floor of the MI6 building cannot afford to lose even more!
SAM-6 positions adopted more complex and flexible tactics.
The third wave of attacks!
Two SAM-6 missiles from different directions and different altitudes, at extrely tricky angles, like well-coordinated Hunters, blocked a "Typhoon" attempting to perform a large-angle barrel roll evasive maneuver.
The pilot executed an extre evasive maneuver, chaff scattering like a celestial maiden scattering flowers!
Boom—!!!
A SAM-6 exploded at a close ten position! But the fierce shrapnel storm, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, swept across the right side of the "Typhoon's" fuselage and the engine nozzle area fiercely!
"Mayday! Mayday! Albion 3 hit! Right engine failure! Hydraulic system alert! Aircraft damaged! Repeat, aircraft severely damaged!"
Inside the "Typhoon" cockpit hit by close explosion shrapnel, the warning lights flashed madly, and the pilot's voice was filled with shock as the plane trailed thick smoke, trembling violently, and rapidly losing altitude.
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