In the emergency command room on the third floor of the underground of the coalition command headquarters, there is a combat command system with an independent and comprehensive command center. Since Lieutenant General Horner took office as Commander-in-Chief of the coalition, he has regarded this place as his own private command post. No one is allowed to enter except himself and a few confidants.

At this moment, Lieutenant General Horner was sitting in this command room. Several display screens on the wall were shining faintly, presenting the tense and exciting battle scenes exactly. Lieutenant General Horner wrapped his hands in front of his chest and looked at the constantly changing scenes on the display screen with interest, as if he was in a cinema and watching the freshly released Hollywood war blockbuster, full of ease and comfort...

"General!"

Just when Lieutenant General Horner was in the most interest, his personal adjutant Captain Grey quickly walked in and stood at attention respectfully at Horner, reporting:

"'Sthorn' and 'Eagle Claw' have successfully intercepted the f-117 wreckage collected by the Iraqis and completely blew up!"

"Well..." Horner nodded, then pointed to the load trucks with thick smoke on the screen on the right: "It seems that they are those cars, OK, very good, they did a good job!"

As he said that, Lieutenant General Horner had a few satisfied smiles on his face, and his slightly narrowed eyes were even more sharp and wise. How could he have been so vulgar and irritable that he was so vulgar and irritable in the comprehensive command center of the two armies command an hour ago, which was completely different from that. However, only Captain Grey, who he trusted the most, knew that Horner was the expression of his true nature now. As for the others, he was just using a mask to conceal his true purpose.

The same is true for the grief and anger in the comprehensive command center. It was nothing more than using the only room for maneuver to complete his final killing move. Of course, in this process, Lieutenant General Horner also fulfilled his promise, which was to make Lieutenant Colonel Dulles, who destroyed the entire military operation, worse than death.

But this "life is worse than death" is not what the staff expected, sending Lieutenant Colonel Dulles to the military court, and completely ruining his reputation in the endless judicial proceedings, but truly living is worse than death. Of course, Lieutenant General Horner's usual habit of extracting the last surplus value,

Even if Lieutenant Colonel Dulles has become a useless dead person in his eyes, he still wants to squeeze out the final value of this dead person. At this moment, the fierce offensive and defensive battles broadcast in real time through the e-8 ‘United Star’ synthetic aperture radar on several screens is the perfect embodiment of Dulles’ final value - successfully inducing the Iraqi army to enter the ambush circle that the US military has deployed in advance......

Lieutenant General Horner saw that the wreckage of f-117 was completely destroyed, and a big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. When the news of f-117 being shot down reached his ears, Horner was indeed very annoyed, and he did slapped the table and scolded Dulles bastard. However, what others didn't know was that while he was angry, his brain was like a high-speed computer, and began to calculate the next action plan.

Obviously, preventing the Iraqi army from obtaining the wreckage of the f-117 is an important measure for Lieutenant General Horner to make up for the loss. Perhaps he himself has many prejudices about the f-117, but it is undeniable that as the first stealth combat aircraft to be put into service in batches, the many advanced technologies contained in the f-117 are definitely good things that all military powers dream of.

Especially the aerospace materials with low detectability, unique wave absorbing coating and unparalleled infrared suppression devices are all examples of American black technology. Not to mention the f-117 with slightly insufficient performance, even the b2 stealth bomber and f-22 stealth fighter that are being developed,

All of them are improved and upgraded based on this set of technologies. If this set of technologies is mastered by a military and technological power, it will not only mean that it has the ability to design and develop stealth fighter jets, but also use these top technologies to start the construction of a real anti-stealth combat architecture. This is definitely not a good thing for the United States to consolidate its hegemony in the post-Cold War era by leveraging the advantages of aviation generation differences.

Therefore, Lieutenant General Horner was also thinking about how to get the wreckage of F-117 back. Even if it couldn't be done, it would have to be completely destroyed, because he could conclude that the Iraqis would never miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the military powers hidden behind the scenes would be even more eyeing them.

However, how to implement it in detail is a difficult problem. After all, when the aviation force is not moving forward, the attack power that Lieutenant General Horner can use is very limited, and it is difficult to knock out dozens of search teams that were scattered into the desert by the Iraqis. The only feasible thing is to wait for the Iraqis to concentrate and then use the US special forces that infiltrate the surrounding Semawo to launch a raid.

But in this way, the question arises again. How to judge the Iraqis' concentration? How can they concentrate? Lieutenant General Horner simply wanted to break his head and didn't come up with a good way. He could only curse constantly while anxiety and grief and anger were intertwined to relieve the already tense nerves.

However, as the saying goes, there is no way out. Just when Horner wanted to break his head but didn't expect what to do, Dulles' distress signal was like a bright light in the darkness, instantly illuminating Horner's confused direction, so a bold and meticulous action plan quickly took shape in his mind...

"Have you discovered that 'big man'?"

Lieutenant General Horner, who achieved the established goal, was sincerely happy, but he still did not forget the phone call 40 minutes ago. Although he felt that the young man who had just inherited the family business was a bit unnecessary, Lieutenant General Horner still asked by the way.

The answer of Captain Adjutant Gray was exactly the same as what he thought. The f-117 driven by Dulles was shot down. Fortunately, Dulles also dropped the heavy precision-guided bomb he carried while launching an attack on the other side. Although the precision-guided bomb that glides on inertia is not as fast as a missile, the reaction time for the other side is only two or three minutes.

There may be a chance to escape on the plains during these times, but if it is in a closed underground space, this time is not enough to run out of the ground. What's more, the precise guided ground-based bombs weighing one ton, and in order to increase the success rate and firepower density of the attack,

Dulles ignored the invisible norms and adopted a intensive bomb-dropping formation to drop two heavy bombs at the set target at the same time. With such a powerful fire strike, Lieutenant General Horner never believed that anyone could walk out of the dusted underground bunker alive. Unless the "big man" was not a human, but a god who predicted the uncertainty, there would be a dead end and there was no other option to choose from. So after listening to Gray's report, Lieutenant General Horner nodded, then shook his head, and then a helpless and bitter smile appeared on his face:

"That guy is more suspicious than his father. I don't know if he is tired. He is so tired for a little-known Chinese technician... If I had known that this was the case, I would... Alas, I'll ask him for compensation after returning to China. Oh, by the way, Captain Gray, in half an hour, send a copy of the video of the precise guided bomb hitting the underground bunker recorded by e-8 to whom. I want to watch it, he should be at ease."

"Yes!" Gray responded, but did not execute immediately. Instead, he glanced at the video footage of the fierce battle and asked Lieutenant General Horner carefully:

"What should I do with Lieutenant Colonel Dulles? His bait has completed his mission. Is it true that someone should take him..."

"The fate of bait is usually only one. Whether or not he catches fish, he will be eaten by the fish!"

"I'm afraid that the fish just bit him and don't really eat him, so..."

The worry in Grey's eyes flashed, but he still couldn't escape Horner's eyes. He knew very well that if Dulles was allowed to fall into the hands of Iraqis, he would definitely be used to make a big fuss. Because of this, Horner had long determined the ending of Dulles. The saying that life is worse than death is not a scare.

It was not that he could live without dignity, but that he would die completely. Therefore, life in Horner's dictionary is worse than death, and that it is true that life is worse than death. So before Gray finished speaking, Dulles smiled coldly, patted Gray's shoulder, and said meaningfully:

"You should know what to do, my dear Mr. Captain..."

.........

"Da da~~~~~"

"Boom~~boom~~~~~"

Deep in the vast desert, the tongues of flames were sucking and spitting flames, intertwining each other in the air. The deafening explosion accompanied by rising flames made half of the sky bright red. The wreckage of six German Mercedes-Benz trucks lie in the soft sand, burning violently. The bodies of more than ten Iraqi officers and soldiers were covered in messy areas. The blood that had already dried up cast a shocking dark red.

In less than fifteen minutes, the Iraqi army, with 300 men, suffered an unprecedented blow. When they reacted from their initial shock and began to organize a counterattack, six heavy trucks loaded with the wreckage of F-117 had been completely blown up by the US Navy SEALs and the Air Secret Service.

Seeing that the mission was completed, the US special forces began to alternately cover the retreat. After pursuing for a while, the Iraqi army finally retreated in disappointment because they did not dare to advance. Looking at the shocking tragic situation in front of them, Lu Weijun, who was hiding behind the sand dunes, wiped his face blackened by the smoke. Then he let out a long breath, touched the large water tanks beside him that were covered with canvas and said in a complicated look:

"Fortunately, Jiadong, you made a accurate judgment. We hid these treasures in time, otherwise... but it's still a pity that the f-117 wreckage that was finally collected was destroyed. If it could be saved, this trip to Iraq would be perfect..."

"There is nothing perfect in the world, and......" Lu Jiadong, who was standing beside him, shook his head: "The US military's goal is very clear, which is to destroy the wreckage of F-117. Fortunately, they didn't know that we had other things, otherwise, these big cans of good things would be lit by someone as fireworks..."

"Instructor Lu, Instructor Lu..."

Before Lu Jiadong finished speaking, Mohammed shouted and ran towards him. When he came to Lu Jiadong, he didn't care about breathing and said impatiently:

"Quick...quick...Instructor Lu, that...Dules is still alive, he wants to see you..."
Chapter completed!