Chapter 599

Chapter 599: Phantom Helicopter

In just three days, from “Number Two” in the Night Special Forces detecting six soldiers from the Tiger Jiao team, all members of Tiger Jiao were eventually annihilated.

The military high-ups in the headquarters were deeply moved. At this moment, the different Special Operations Teams entering the exercise area had just finished gathering, but the Tiger Jiao team was already out of the exercise before it even began.

It was easy to imagine the anger and frustration of all the servicemen in the Tiger Jiao team. Usually ranked among the top five strong teams, this time they securely occupied the bottom position.

They thought that the Special Operations Teams would be evenly matched; even if Tiger Jiao was wiped out, Night should have faced considerable losses. But in the end, no one expected that Night’s casualties were almost the same as fighting against an ordinary unit.

Before reaching their gathering location, no one could obtain a radio. They had to rely on their personal skills to hide their tracks, avoid non-comrades, and cautiously head to the assembly point.

However, no one imagined that their gathering point had been raided. All members of Tiger Jiao charged into the trap like moths to a flame, leading to a shocking upset.

Due to unforeseen circumstances, someone finally noticed something amiss, but it was too late. Night suffered the loss of only seven personnel while completely wiping out the Tiger Jiao team. Even Colonel Chen Lie, the leader of Tiger Jiao, was captured alive. Only one person managed to escape because he got lost along the way, but it was insignificant to the overall situation.

A person without any weapons had no chance against the fully armed Night Special Forces.

With the gathering action plan concluded, the military competition for the Special Forces naturally moved to the next event, randomly selecting an opponent for “decapitation and flag capture.”

The Night Special Forces’ assembly point remained undisclosed, but they found an even better location as their base and learned their opponent: the “Red Parachute Knife.”

The “Red Parachute Knife” Special Operations Team belonged to the Nanjing Military Region, an established Special Operations team with the largest number of personnel among all Special Operations Teams, with nearly eight hundred members, and over seven hundred of them successfully infiltrated this time.

For Night, encountering such an opponent meant their luck had run out. Of course, it might also be a result of shady dealings from headquarters; fairness doesn’t exist in this world, and everything must be fought for.

The Special Operations Teams were designed specifically for tackling tough challenges, their operational difficulty far surpassing that of regular special forces, making them truly the heroes of the massacre area.

To completely annihilate one of the dark horses, Tiger Jiao, at the start of the competition was already a stroke of luck. Perhaps the higher-ups saw Night gaining momentum and wanted to increase the challenges. If they were wiped out in the upcoming events, there would naturally be no complaints; if they were outmatched, there was nothing to say.

Due to the frontline defensive lines established by four main battle divisions, not every Special Operations Team could sneak in without losing personnel. Most teams only suffered a minimal number of losses, which was quite remarkable.

If all goes as expected, after the training of over a dozen Special Operations Teams, the defense capabilities of these four divisions would significantly improve in the future, resulting in a win-win situation for both sides.

“Old Pan, this time Lin Mo is our biggest variable. I hope your Aircrew Group can play a bigger role this time.”

In a hidden corner, inside a tent built with camouflage materials, Captain Feng Chenye personally leading the battle had a terrain map laid out before him. This map was hand-drawn from memory and corrected through the walking routes of other soldiers.

Just received from headquarters, they learned they were facing a very tough opponent—one that surpassed Night in both combat experience and numbers.

Moreover, there were other special operations teams potentially holding them back, or keeping a close watch; who knows if they might suddenly intervene? Such unpredictability was what the higher-ups in headquarters most loved to see during the competition.

If one thought of the military competition of Special Operations Teams as mere target practice and marathons, that would be a huge mistake.

The essence of military competition is practical combat exercises. The various rewards within the competition mean future developments for each Special Operations Team. Only by using the strongest combat units to invest in good steel could they obtain the best resources.

Each Special Operations Team comprises top-tier troops, usually using foreign hostile forces as a whetstone, sharpening individual qualities through life and death and bloodshed, while honing the tactical and strategic abilities of commanders and the application of high-tech equipment in war.

There’s no chance any team would willingly give up honor, resources, or their own military quality; they would do everything possible to unleash their full capabilities.

“We currently have four WZ-12s and two Mi-17 transport helicopters, everything is ready, waiting for the captain’s command.”

Old Pan had brought out the best mechanics from the Aircrew Group to ensure normal operation of the six helicopters in the competition exercise area.

He thought for a moment and added, “I suggest Lin Mo can act as a free agent on the battlefield to unleash his offensive power. Since he joined, our team’s attack capability has entirely relied on him.”

From the moment they discovered the members of the Tiger Jiao team, Old Pan and the other pilots in the Aircrew Group felt a profound sense of power emanating from Lin Mo. Their skills as helicopter pilots and Fighter Pilots paled in comparison to his attacking instincts; they couldn’t even keep pace with Lin Mo’s rhythm of attack.

When the helicopters piloted by Old Pan and the others arrived, they found that Lin Mo had already repositioned and completed his mission.

In just a few short minutes, this Fighter Pilot illustrated the ferocity of aerial assaults, combining rapid-fire frequency with high-output firepower; the enemies didn’t even have the strength to retaliate.

“Exactly, with him around, your Aircrew Group becomes more than just battlefield support; you can become a main combat department on your own.”

Captain Feng agreed with Old Pan’s thoughts. The purpose of the Aircrew Group was no longer just to provide support for the ground troops; they had transformed into a highly aggressive task force.

If Lin Mo, the main attacker, was used effectively, they could potentially take down all enemies on the ground or in the air, while the ground troops would only need to focus on logistics or net trapping, making it much easier.

Wait, wasn’t this just reversing the traditional modes of operation where ground troops took the lead and air provided support?

Captain Feng suddenly paused, looking at Lin Mo, who was busy around the WZ-12. This guy’s attack power was comparable to that of a battalion; he might truly serve as a game-changing asset.

Other Special Operations Teams had never had a Fighter Pilot. Even if they had armed helicopters, their attack awareness was weak. With Lin Mo, it was different. The jet fighters employed a fully offensive combat style, which drastically changed the operating methods of the entire Aircrew Group.

"Of course!"

Old Pan chuckled. Their Aircrew Group’s status had risen significantly in the team, all thanks to Lin Mo’s achievements.

To Old Pan, Lin Mo was both a capable fighter and a source of good fortune.

Not long after competing, he had already earned “Night” a WZ-12. The fact that armed helicopters could be won as prizes was unique to all of China.

Regardless of the final ranking, this trip was already a great success for the Aircrew Group.

"Alright, I’ll give you the Aircrew Group a chance."

The Aircrew Group dared to take risks, and he, Feng Chenye, was equally willing to stake this bet.

The decision made by Captain Feng and the group leader of the Aircrew Group added an air phantom to the entire competition exercise.

An armed WZ-12, fully equipped, roamed around under the support of three Special Operations Teams, and with an area of over three hundred square kilometers in the competition zone, there was plenty of room for activity.

Nothing surpassed the Light Mirror Technique for reconnaissance; what was radar compared to that? The armed helicopters of other Special Operations Teams didn’t even have time to detect enemy activity before being shot down by the WZ-12 of the Night Special Forces, which took advantage of the terrain to dart in.

Lin Mo, the Fighter Pilot, acted more like a ghost hunter in the entire exercise area. He was elusive and made continuous strikes, constantly taking down helicopters from other Special Operations Teams.

As for the “Red Parachute Knife,” the team assigned to Night, Lin Mo paid no attention. He was indiscriminately targeting anyone who wasn’t on his side; this unpredictability made him a major headache for the enemy, as his tactics were almost impossible to grasp or analyze.

Engage and eliminate, such was the fighting style of the Fighter Pilot.

Whether it was Tiger Jiao or the Red Parachute Knife, as long as it flew in the sky and wasn’t one of theirs, it was an enemy to Lin Mo.

Seizing air supremacy and aerial reconnaissance advantages came swiftly; Lin Mo’s tactical acumen made him superior to other pilots. His combat rhythm and efficiency naturally surpassed those of ordinary helicopter pilots.

No one, be it Old Pan, Captain Feng, or the military bigwigs at headquarters, knew of Lin Mo’s extraordinary techniques. Within such a small area, Lin Mo, possessing complete visibility, maneuvered the WZ-12 as if it were second nature. Even if Special Operations Teams collaborated in ambushes, it seemed as if Lin Mo was aware of their plans all along, leading to substantial losses for the enemy.

"Bring it down!"

This became the hottest slogan for every Aircrew Group. They couldn’t move forces from the air or gain reconnaissance information; as soon as their helicopters took off, they risked being shot down.

The helicopters painted in vibrant colors during the exercise were all Lin Mo’s handiwork.

In just a few days, a mysterious WZ-12 shot down nearly half of the other Aircrew Group’s helicopters. Many Special Operations Teams mistakenly believed it was a skilled opponent specifically arranged by headquarters to hinder them, but they could only rely on ground intel, causing their advance to significantly slow down.